OTA Mingle || Stitch & Bitch

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WHO: Anne
WHERE: House 53
WHEN: Forward dated to Saturday
OPEN TO: OTA - but specifically those who expressed an interest in joining Stich & Bitch
WARNINGS: Stitching & Bitching. Should be a fairly tame log but will update as needed

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The first thing Anne had done was make a mental list (since she couldn't make an electronic one - or even a pen and paper one) of the kind of space she was looking for. Open floorplan, fireplace, multiple rooms, yardage. Eventually, she'd settled on House 53 - a soft yellow bungalow with three bedrooms, a fireplace, spaced farther from its neighbors than some of the other housing units, and with a sizeble plot of land behind it before it butted up against the houses in the next street over. Check.

Second, she would need chairs. She borrowed whatever furniture she could move from the surrounding empty houses, marking the underneath of each one in order to return them to their proper houses afterwards - if that was necessary.

Chairs arranged in a loose circle in the house, she went out to borrow a hatchet and go out to collect some firewood - this took the most amount of time, because she wasn't exactly built for this kind of labor. She's been working at it over a few days, though, and she knew that necessity would mold her far better than any CrossFit or Krav Maga class ever could. She spent enough time on this endeavor to ensure there'd be enough wood to last them a bit, then returned the hatchet. She'd have to ask Tony for one of her own at some point.

It doesn't matter if you're the first one here, or if things have been under way for a couple hours and you're just rolling in; Anne greets everyone as they arrive, already near the door or getting up from her chair to offer a warm handshake and introductions.

Today's inaugural session was meant to be a little more free-form, and let it grow from that organically, but at some point when a number of people have gathered Anne will stand to get their attention;

"I wanted to thank you all for coming. Unless I've somehow missed you, you know I am Anne Weying; I can teach knitting, and I would like to learn how to spin.

I know we're all from different worlds with different levels of technological advancements, but here we're all on the same footing. And that footing's about to get cold if we can't knit a sock, first. This idea was born from a practice in my world called "Stitch and Bitch", where people would gather to knit, and crochet, and generally complain about things in their lives. Here, I think it would be important if we used this time to share our skills and help each other establish a line of production in order to harvest and spin fleece and knit it into usable goods - or weave, or crochet, what-have-you.

We're definitely not in a tropical climate, and without knowing just how cold it can get here, I think it's best if we start preparing for a cold winter now."

She sits down and takes a look at each of those gathered around, "So; what can you teach, and what would you like to learn?"

Comments

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"I haven't seen any yet, but I'll ask Tony if that's something he can come up with. They would definitely come in handy."

It's the little things you take for granted.

"Don't mention it. I'm happy with the turnout. So many people willing to share, to help each other out. I think we'll make it through alright."

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"It shouldn't be hard, just screw two knives together," she points out with a shrug. She'd be surprised if it wasn't one of the first tools he ended up making. But then, she had a certain perspective on technology that Tony might not share.

"What, were you worried about surviving the winter? People here are actually pretty nice. I mean, they've been feeding me for free for like, five months now."

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"Are you familiar with the concept of 'Stockholm Syndrome'?" It's an honest question; there were a lot of worlds represented, she's discovering, and this may not be a phrase that's been born on another reality.

"While I appreciate the hospitality, I have a hard time not being wary of it since I don't know where it's coming from, and I didn't elect to be here."

oh no this tag almost got lost!

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"Sure," Steph answers with a shrug.

"But does that really apply to the one guy and his helpers making stew every day? They're not exactly keeping me prisoner."

D:

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Anne sights, "Alright, point taken. I mean, I'm going to take the food and I'm going to be gracious but that doesn't mean I can't have a healthy level of distrust of the situation."

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"The situation, sure," Steph concedes easily. She picks up a blanket and starts to pull the threads out, using her knife to get it started.

"I mean, I don't know about you but I'm supposed to be dead. This whole deal is majorly suspicious from the get-go."

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"N-no, I was alive and breathing last I remembered, you were dead?" This is not an aspect of their current environment that she'd been privy to until now. "I guess that would definitely give an entirely different perspective on the circumstances. I'm so sorry, Stephanie."

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Steph shrugs. She never really knows how to respond when people tell her they’re sorry she’s dead. She’s not really sure how sorry she is. She’d thought once about what the next years of her life would have been like if she had survived, and the thought of so much bedrest, healing and physical therapy made her shudder.

“Mostly it means I find it hard to really care about a lot of this stuff.” She keeps picking at the threads, hoping Anne doesn’t think she means the sewing. She can care about sewing for its own sake.