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sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 03:18 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 03:18 pm
004 { A life you don't live is still lost
WHO: Jo & THE COMMUNITY AT LARGE
WHERE: The Pub & Inn
WHEN: July 27th, Midday through Night
OPEN TO:Everyone was invited personally
WARNINGS: Jo's Better At This Than She Means To Be
STATUS: Open To All; Threads w/ Jo, w/ Others & Threadjacking Welcome
Jo told everyone she saw yesterday to come by the Inn & Pub today.
Anytime after midday, and to pass on the message to anyone and everyone else they saw. That it wasn't a meeting per say so much as something everyone was going to need everyone's help with and something everyone should probably get in on. But without clarifying much else.
She spent the rest of yesterday stealing nearly a half dozen curtains from houses that hadn't been claimed by anyone, and then acquiring enough charcoal to fill two small baskets. It's not paper and pens or pencils but it's going to have to do until someone has a better idea or finds better supplies.
The morning of the 27th, Thorfinn helps her get them tacked to two different walls of the main room of Inn & Pub using her knives to cut holes and then sharpened bones, from earlier meals in the month that she hadn't been aware had been saved even, banged into the wall to make them hold high and sturdy enough.
On one side of the room, three curtains line the wall and it says at the high top MAP & LANDMARKS. In the center most piece there are sketched bits for the buildings they can all recognize, the center most being the fountain, and in the distance the river, certain bits of forest, canyon wall, but there's a lot of white space in every other direction, too.
On the other side of the room, one curtain goes up, marked only at the top with FOR TRADE. For the moment that one is entirely blank, but sooner or later she going to end up writing Fresh Meat, with her name and Thorfinn's next to it. There's a second curtain for that wall folded behind the bar, for when and if it's needed.
For now Jo's sitting on a table, again, feet on a chair, elbows on her knees, hair loose on her shoulders, looking at the maps' ocean of white, waiting to see what else might get filled in by those who show up today. Or at least having a better idea of where they should still be looking that hasn't been covered half a dozen times already by everyone else.
WHERE: The Pub & Inn
WHEN: July 27th, Midday through Night
OPEN TO:Everyone was invited personally
WARNINGS: Jo's Better At This Than She Means To Be
STATUS: Open To All; Threads w/ Jo, w/ Others & Threadjacking Welcome
Jo told everyone she saw yesterday to come by the Inn & Pub today.
Anytime after midday, and to pass on the message to anyone and everyone else they saw. That it wasn't a meeting per say so much as something everyone was going to need everyone's help with and something everyone should probably get in on. But without clarifying much else.
She spent the rest of yesterday stealing nearly a half dozen curtains from houses that hadn't been claimed by anyone, and then acquiring enough charcoal to fill two small baskets. It's not paper and pens or pencils but it's going to have to do until someone has a better idea or finds better supplies.
The morning of the 27th, Thorfinn helps her get them tacked to two different walls of the main room of Inn & Pub using her knives to cut holes and then sharpened bones, from earlier meals in the month that she hadn't been aware had been saved even, banged into the wall to make them hold high and sturdy enough.
On one side of the room, three curtains line the wall and it says at the high top MAP & LANDMARKS. In the center most piece there are sketched bits for the buildings they can all recognize, the center most being the fountain, and in the distance the river, certain bits of forest, canyon wall, but there's a lot of white space in every other direction, too.
On the other side of the room, one curtain goes up, marked only at the top with FOR TRADE. For the moment that one is entirely blank, but sooner or later she going to end up writing Fresh Meat, with her name and Thorfinn's next to it. There's a second curtain for that wall folded behind the bar, for when and if it's needed.
For now Jo's sitting on a table, again, feet on a chair, elbows on her knees, hair loose on her shoulders, looking at the maps' ocean of white, waiting to see what else might get filled in by those who show up today. Or at least having a better idea of where they should still be looking that hasn't been covered half a dozen times already by everyone else.
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She knows way his brows furrow and when he ducks his head. She knows this is tiring as hell, and that it's like stumbling every single time its new words, new ideas, or even old ones. Sometimes even the same ones from the first day. But she doesn't pity him, or push him. Let's the frustration roll between them, until he does latch on to one of the words she said, and leads to him demonstrating the thing in his hand between them.
Watching his fingers, and the shadow it cast. Sundial. Definitely a sundial, then. Not that Jo knew much about those, except as artifacts and historical things. Things to keep track of time, the sun. Enough to make her wonder how much and how well it would help -- him? them? -- the situation. She didn't reach out to touch, but she nodded, adding as she did, "North. Same."
At least at home it had been. "Sun in the North."
Even if she felt dubious saying that like she had any faith in it.
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In time.
Everything would come in time.
He moved his hand towards the map and then to the sun compass. "Run. Find." Run he knew from the raids, find he picked up around the house. He meant explore but he worked with what he knew even when it was frustrating. He wished Einar was there. Einar could translate got him, make it all easier… but no. He never took the easy way. It was not his way.
He motioned back to the table, a silent question of if she wanted to sit back down.
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He adds the two words and she wants to ask run where? and find what?, but it only takes her eyes going back to the map to know the answers as much in him as in herself. Everywhere. Everything. There was so much to learn and that was needed to know, and he already was working on more of it. Sometimes she felt just a little too useless.
Good about her own base level survival, but not like. In this place. Like the rest of these peole.
He motions back to the table and Jo nods, again. "Yeah."
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They were both to stubborn to stop.
She was important to him, to his life. He wouldn't have offered his skills so freely, been able to offer them without her. "We do good." He spoke in his broken English as they moved back to the table. He had faith in it, they were doing good.
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She stepped back up on the chair, and turned around, dropping herself back on the table, almost exactly where she'd been sitting before, before centering back on him. All golden will and determined smile. If they could make it this far -- them, in that house, unable to talk and learning; everyone in this room, apart, but starting to share: "We'll have this place running in circles around us in no time."
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He dropped back in the chair, watchful as she sat back on the table. A strange pair, a man more comfortable on the floors and in the dirt, and a woman who sits on tables with the presence of a shield maiden. He had no doubts if the choice ever came about she would become the villages jarl. He pushed such thoughts away as he chuckled, half understanding what she said. "They not know us." He lifted a hand to his chest. "We defeat." He didn't have to hurt people to show the world he was a force of nature.
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It feels....good. Not so much in a buoying way. But in a grit under her nails, maybe this counts as one step, way.
"Damn straight," Jo says to Thorfinn. Swearing is definitely not off the table, as there's no way she'd ever make it months without it, and it's not like he didn't know she swore as a child. It was part of her language, even if no many people else here seemed to. But that wasn't rare.