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WHO: Brigitte Lindholm
WHERE: Southern village
WHEN: All of March kinda
OPEN TO: OTA, with sections for Seifer & Pepper
WARNINGS: Sads over villager disappearance; otherwise nah

around the village | seifer (early march, post take-two)
The supplies that she and Jane had scraped the desert for had been salamanders. Not a common occurrence in the area around the village itself, though she’d then grown used to stuffing the things into jars, their skin oddly warm to the touch. After dropping them off in the village supplies, she’d secretly squirreled one of them away to become the smithy’s new pet-slash-mascot, just like Seifer had been wistfully wanting for a while. It was a little bit of a silver lining, and it had gone well for a few days.

But then the slippery little bastard got away.

Which is how the pair wound up spending their pre-lunch hour wandering the village, checking under bushes and porches, both of them carrying oversized jars and squinting for that tell-tale glimpse of red.

“I feel like I should be putting up a lost pet poster,” she sighs.

at the forge | pepper (after they realise tony’s gone /handwaves)
Brigitte hadn’t really experienced the disappearance of someone she knew. She’d heard of it happening, of course, whether it was longstanding residents vanishing or Jacob’s sister being whisked away shortly after arrival. But she hadn’t undergone it herself.

Until the morning when she came into the forge and found that, for once, the fires hadn’t been lit. She was so accustomed to Tony’s brand of early-morning workaholicism that it jarred her, sent her immediately wondering: Another kidnapping? Another mysterious teleportation across the island? It almost felt routine by now: logging into the network, going to check around, maybe receive his marching orders from afar like he’d done back in January.

And then nothing, and then nothing.

The days crept on, with that odd uncomfortable lack of resolution — was this what happened ? you just kind of… assumed that they were gone? — and Brigitte trying to come to terms with it. Which is when Pepper Potts finally enters the forge and finds Brigitte sitting there on a barrel, the kiln unfired and the young woman clutching a pile of papers filled with the man’s hurried scrawl of a shorthand. She’s staring down at it, at a loss.

around the village | OTA (anytime march)
In Tony’s absence, Brigitte steps up her presence at the forge even more and is trying to keep the place running in some kind of order. She still lives at the inn and can be found there for communal meals and relaxing in the evenings, though she’s starting to doze off in the common room too now — pot, kettle, black. She’s spending more time in the library, reading up on the local flora, brushing up on her notes from Bev’s first aid classes. Learning all the little things that she never paid much attention to before: the teas which can ease headaches, others which ease cramps or nausea. It’s the little things.

[ WILDCARD: pretty much anywhere’s fair game! she goes jogging in the mornings, and can be sporadically found in the infirmary/dojo too, though less often now. ]

take time, take all the time you need.

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