[Mingle] One-Man-Show

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WHO: Annie Cresta
WHERE: The Inn, South and North Villages, and surrounds
WHEN: 25th January - ?
OPEN TO: All OMS opted-out characters
WARNINGS: Warnings in subject lines as needed
NOTES: Feel free to make your own OTAs or closed threads dealing with the plot here!

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While it seems as if most of the villagers have vanished off to the shrine, there are still those left behind. Not only the villagers, but also the animals - the pets, companions, farm animals, and animals starting to be tamed. They still need care and attention, no matter what shenanigans the Observers are up to. Not to mention, the other chores and duties. Not to mention, dealing with the sudden vanishing of so many people.

It takes at least three days for the first of the vanished villagers to return: there's a lot to do in the meantime.

Comments

some cr handwaving, if that works!

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Annie is a familiar-ish sight from the smithy, but even ish is good enough for Brig, and therefore a welcome thing. The two women have crossed paths at the forge, but they've also been ships in the night for a bit, and not had a chance to really get to know each other yet. Figures, that it had to be something like this to bring them together.

"He's okay. Tony reminded me to check in on him." A small laugh; not from any real amusement, but it's a self-deprecating sound, a what-the-hell-can-we-do-but-laugh sound. "Trust that man to remember everything even when he's away."

'Away'. That's a safe, toothless way of describing the situation. Brigitte wouldn't ordinarily shy away from calling a spade a spade, but she doesn't even know how to pin the right words to what's happening. Where even are the others?

"Are you okay?" Annie patently isn't, but Brigitte is polite enough to ask, gently, first.

totally fine! and sorry for the late reply oh gosh

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Brigitte has seemed nice, as far as Annie could tell. But that's the thing: so many people seem nice. Are nice, in fact, until they turn and laugh. She's trying not to let that paranoia get to her. She's been fighting it reoccurring for months, but with Finnick gone, everything is tipped upside down and it's harder.

She tries.

"Animals are easy to remember," Annie says. Mutters. She shakes her head a little, tries again. "There's, there- Miss Kate, over at the Inn? She's got a cat, too. I guess, um, we should check on her, too. I couldn't find her." It's unclear if she means Miss Kate or the cat.

Then Brigitte has to ask that, all kind, and Annie's bottom lip starts to tremble. "Finnick's- He's. Gone." She's blinking now, trying to keep the tears back. "My, my husband."

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[whipshots]

"Oh, I-- oh."

Caught off-guard by that revelation, Brigitte realises that as fucking awful and unsettled as she must feel, the other woman must be feeling a thousand times worse. There's the tell-tale glint of tears in Annie's eyes, and somehow it's the sight of that -- more than blood, more than broken bones -- that finally manages to panic the squire. She can bind up a wound, suture a cut, but she's not sure what the right thing is to say to a woman whose husband's been kidnapped by all-seeing entities. What do you say??

So with that little jolt of concern, she instinctively reaches forward to bundle the peacock cat gently into Annie's arms: Elton's warm body, warm fur, purring throat, eventual endorphins. It's been doing a good job of settling Brig, at least. (It's dangerous to go alone; take this!!)

"Shit. Annie, I'm sorry. Have you been able to reach him on the network?"