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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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That she'd already had Thorfinn at a side, and Kate had come to join. There were the others who stopped to say things to her, or even to talk to Thorfinn. It's not like the Roadhouse. There's no bar between her and them, and this place is not hers. She didn't buy it. She hasn't staked a claim on it. Isn't sure she wants anything like it. Not again. Not so soon. Not after trying only to end up here.
But there's an ache under her breastbone, sharp and sure, anyway.
Just for the thought surfacing. For the reminder. The memories.
She watches quietly, hoping for the best in all of this.
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But she does it anyway. She doesn't want to be, but she knows hunger and has no desire to add starvation to that. She's heard the tales from the Old Country, what her ma's family fled from in Ireland. And she doesn't want to fight for each day.
There's enough here that if people organise, they won't have to. But she's not sure how far things are pulling together.
Kate makes her way back, hugs her cushion to her chest, hovers for a moment.
"Y'wrote up soap, up there. If the community here pull all our fat scraps, from the game, and charcoal and such. We could make more than just one house makin'."
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"That's Thorfinn." There's no attempting to pull something over as hers if it isn't. "And it sounds like you two have completely different recipes, so that might be really good, too. His just seems to involve these kinds of chestnuts he brought back an example of a week or two ago. Maybe, some ash or charcoal, too. But mostly it could just be those prepared right, too, it seems."
"I can start saving our game fat now, and bring you some by the end of the week, I think." Jo tilted herself to one side. More a fully body list than a tilt of her head or even just her shoulders. "You know, I may even have even seen a good enough container for doing that in one of the cabinets of the kitchen last week while I was going through it all, again."
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She wants to ask how - are they boiled to release any oil, dried and crushed - but it's Thorfinn Thorsson, not Miss Jo, so she doesn't. But it's useful, to have another way, given the way she knows will take time and resources.
So she's grateful for Miss Jo's comment.
"The way I know, you can make the lye and the soap. It takes time and a fair to go into it. But it'll be a way to reuse our ash and the fat. I have to remember how to make the barrel, but- Yes. That'd be useful."
There are other things to do, she knows. And it's daunting. She has to remember how to build.
She won't think of that right now. It's for the future. For now...
"The inn's kitchen? Oh, good. That'll be a start."
Thread-jacking of the ignorable kind!
Still, he couldn't understand what they were saying enough to follow so he went back to his wood working. The idea planted, maybe he could figure out how to make some lye soap. It had never been a chore he did, but he had seen it done once or twice.
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Just briefly her eyes meet Thorfinn's, too, as though there's something to it. Just him moving at the edge of her visions and making her meet his eyes, just in case, of, whatever. She did hate that it felt like they all talked over him, but soon enough he'd be understanding it more and more, and talking more and more. She hoped. Not really knowing how long it might take.
She gave him a thin, but there smile, before looking back to Kate.
"Well, I meant ours, but probably in theirs, too. I spent a good deal of time going through everything in most of the back rooms of this place--" And really every other building in the village proper. "--during my first week shere. They've got a number of small pans that could be used for holders and stuff if you can find something sharp enough to cut smaller after it, I'd guess?"