sixthiterationlogs | 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.

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Those are pretty great for the first three things to be listed. It's where everyone starts, and once there, it's where Jo gets restless with having nothing but the basics. She's been restless for too long, which is in a great part how this happened. She needs to know more, and see more, have a better idea of the big picture. Especially with how the larger portion of them have been here almost a wholte month now.

Something that sits and grates under her skin. She's been here one-third the length of time she was in Medietas.
This time three months ago she was making the arrangements to build the first Road House that would be like Milliways, too.

It feels like a different life. A different her. "That's what we're all here to find out. Hopefully."

Only a couple of weeks ago he'd been rushing to catch Emma before she made a potentially-fatal mistake, and now he's here and Emma's here and they're both safe. Relatively. They're alive, anyway, as long as they can manage to keep themselves so.

"That's...well it's not why I came, but it's a good reason to be here. There's only so much anyone can do on their own."

Jo has to say the honesty is refreshing. It's not that she expects that anyone is lying exactly, but they get used to telling certain and specific kinds of lies. To each other, to the people they live with, to the people they cross on the roads and in the woods. The kinds of lies that keep people sane and focused, going only forward and not back. Keeping people from sitting down on the road and cracking into a hundred pieces.

She appreciates these lies, but she appreciates his honesty maybe just that small touch more.

"No?" There's no surprised in the question. "And just what did you come for, then?"
Jo knows he means the room, but a second she wants him to mean the whole place.

"It is a pub, is it not? Or at least it used to be." He's pretty sure he's not the only one who would like a stiff drink right now. Anyway, it's probably best to be up front about certain things. "Though maps are a good way to spend time."

Jo conceded with a head tip one direction. "Yeah, I'd probably turn in my house for a good drink at this point."

Not anything. She's smarter than that. But even a night in the sticks and the rain might be worth a good drink at this point. She's not afraid of sleeping outdoors here. The worst she's going to get is wet, bug bitten, or found by a bear. It's all terribly boring when one compares it to sleeping outdoors for months on end while running from and fighting demons, where no infrastructure was at all.

She smooths a little at the thought, before there's a faint smirk plucking at her mouth. "Your poison of choice?"

"I haven't lived in a house since I was a boy. It's not a necessity." He's had a place to live, sure, but it was never a whole house. As long as he's got shelter, even the canvas of a tent, he'll be fine.

"Rum. It had a way of helping me think."

"I loved a lot, but I think I miss tequila the most right now."

She always was one for more of the burn and less the kindness, but then it'd been skill she'd learned just as well as any other. How to drink men two and three times her size under the table. Before she got to the multiverse even. Sure, she'd never bested an angel, or god, or immortal, but it didn't stop her the fun of trying or the subtlest of annoyances in missing it again.

It was even like the Apocalypse, where it was rare, but like the one before it, where it didn't exist again.

"I never had much of that." Rum had been easy to come by, and even when he had had other options, he had never found one he liked as much. "I'd take any I could get my hand on, at the moment." Even the kind that rots your insides. "I think we'd be better off figuring out how to make our own."

"There aren't any supplies for anything good at the moment, really" Jo said, with a frown toward the bar itself. It was barren and empty, lonely with no reason to its name and existence over there. It bit at her in a way few things here did, even when alcohol wasn't at the top of her needs list. Especially not given she'd put all of this together today. "The only way we'd manage right now is basically water and molding berries and whatever other fruit we could find."

It'd taste piss poor at the moment.Or well. In months. It would have to depend all on if there was any starch in the air, and whether it even molded right. It'd be crap, but it would be fermented juice at the end. Maybe. It might just be vinegar and or a whole fuck ton of food poisoning, too, if people got it wrong.

"Then we'll just have to wait until there's a better option." Since they have no choice, at least as far as anyone has noticed. Though honestly it's enough to do just needing to survive without adding in needing to keep an eye on a project like that too.

"It's a disappointing tavern, to be sure."

"A sin and a sadness," Jo agreed, almost mournful, even if it held no grief. From feast to famine and back and back again. It wasn't even like The Apocalypse where she had to ransack places and create her own stock. This world was just devoid of all, but the Hell Dimension, had somewhere on tap. "But, if I ever do come by something more than what we've got now, or you do, you and want a hand, I'll keep an eye out and an ear open, and I'll tell should I find anything."

At least as much as the rest. It wasn't like there wouldn't be a good reasons for quite a bit here.

"Aye, we could have a grand gathering then." Assuming they shared with anyone else, of course, and that would depend on how much of it they found, among other things. It's not like this would be necessary to their survival.

"Perhaps someone will add it to the list of what they have to offer."

004 { A life you don't live is still lost

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