OTA

[to_defend]

WHO: 7
WHERE: About the village and surrounding forest
WHEN: Month of January prior to One Man Show
OPEN TO: OTA, prompt for Wanda
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

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It had taken a bit for 7 to get over her first hangover, which wasn't as bad as when she'd been legitimately ill yet was the experience was possessed of horrors of its own and it would be too soon a thing to revisit. The moment she's feeling slightly better, she's up and out.

The schedule she maintains is more active in the late afternoon and evening, stopping by the Inn for lunch and again for dinner before heading out to do her Patrols, partnering with however she'd been assigned, or if it's an off-night just doing some general Exploring.

It's cold out, and she's never exactly dressed for it, but she makes up for that by keeping active; always moving, scaling trees, hoping from roof to roof. Being human sized in a human world - especially one as sparsely populated as this - meant there was a severe lack of things for her to spring off of or to or about, but she makes do with what she had.

Bathed in moonlight, she can most easily be found as a spectre darting among the shadows, spear in hand, bola hanging from her belt, and her cave wolf skull-mask obscuring her face.

Closed to Wanda

7's a late sleeper, so the knocking at the door catches her just as she's starting to rouse for the day. Eddie's out, wherever it is he went to, so it fell to her to answer the door.

She opens it and blinks in the daytime light, clothes rumpled from sleeping, hair falling out of its braid.

"Hey?"

Closed to Kat

It's been a few months since 7 has first arrived in the village. She's starting to get used to being surrounded by what she considers is a crush of people, and while she appreciates her solitude still she has found it's been nice to have friends; people she searches out for their companionship and that human connection that wasn't too far removed from the close friendships she'd formed with the other dolls.

She and Kat had talked on New Year's, but then again they were both pretty ... sloshed. Now that 7's recovered from the epic awful hangover that resulted from that night, she wanted to check on her friend and hang out when they were both of a clearer head.

There's a sharp knock at Kat's door.

"Kat, are you in? It's 7."

Closed to Venom

It was a highlight of her day - or nights, rather - after she'd had dinner and when most people are settling down for the night, when she's not scheduled for patrol she goes out hunting with Venom. He doesn't need her there; he's more than capable of taking down his own meals, but 7 appreciated being allowed to join in. It was a rush; riding along his back as he bounded through the woods, helping to herd quarry toward him, playing lookout and looking for the next target.

It's always been one of her favorite parts of living here, even from their earliest tussle before she knew who he really was, but now there's this odd extra layer; seeing him makes her smile, holding onto his back and feeling the wind against her cheek brings her the purest joy.

She finds him, fitting her skull mask over her braid and preparing for the night. "So, what are you in the mood for?"

Comments

[mediumhoodie]

Eva purred softly and once she had what she wanted she started to ignore 7 and continue her random explorations of the house before curling up in a little patch of sunlight. Cat's were like that.

"I'm glad that he was there." Kat had spoken to him once over the network but that was it. "And yes. Possibly. Alex gave her to me. She is a peacock kitten and the natural oils in her feathers give off a euphoric effect."

She headed towards the kitchen and began to make them each some tea.

[to_defend]

She watches Eva go, curious, but then turns to follow Kat into the kitchen.

"You've met Venom? He's my roommate, and ... well, he's a good friend." Friend being something of an understatement, but 7's still maneuvering around how to people.

Checking in on Kat was a result of her work in that department so far. "So the cat oils ... it's, is it like being drunk?" She'd felt pretty happy the other night, before things started spinning.