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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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West, Thorfinn says. Vinland is west. But west from what? She'd need to look at a map.
"Australia is my home," is what she says, and nods. "It's south. Um. This is the world," and she cups her hands, slides them around an imaginary ball before shrinking the gesture down, cupping her hands around each other around a small ball shape. "Europe is here," her bottom hand moves away to tap the knuckle of her little finger on the top hand. "Australia is here."
Her hands go back to the ball, and then her top hand moves, taps the side of her lower hand. Roughly opposite.
It's not exact, and she hopes he doesn't take it as precise co-ordinates. But the idea, the concept. The land at the other side of the world.
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He nodded, not seeming shock at her motioning round. It was known the world was round. Like with horned helments the flat earth idea was a myth. The sailor knew the earth to be round, the earth serpent circled the world for reasons.
When she stopped explaining Thorfinn stood up. "back." He repeated moving over to grab a peice of charcoal and return. When he said down again he placed the compass down in the center. "England." He motioned, his knife pulled further west and north. "Iceland." He added then took the charcoal and drew a line down from the compass. "Australia." He spoke when he reached further down drawing an X and looking up to confirm. He knew how to map. And he a damn good idea of how the earth worked. He had spent his youth looking at Askeladd's maps. He could track and mentally map well enough, and he is curious of her new land.
Thorfinn didn't care about drawing on the table. It didn't matter it was Charcoal it would clean.
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"Yes," she says. "Like that. Sort of." Thorfinn seems to know enough of how to visualise maps and oceans that she wants, now, to be more accurate.
Kate silently holds out her hand for the charcoal, and then draws. She's not a skilled drawer, and she doesn't attempt any form of accuracy. Symbolism, that will have to do. Symbolism to show a rough version of the route the ships take.
Once she's done, she points. "Ireland," she says, tapping the smallest circle huddled next to the second smallest. "Mother and father came from Ireland. Then, they go to England. From England, down west coast of Europe," an oval here. "Down coast of Africa. Africa is south of Europe." Another oval, this time vertical instead of horizontal.
"They go around the Cape of Good Hope, go east across the Indian Ocean. Then here is Australia."
Another circle.
"It is south from Asia."
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He handed over the charcoal when she held her hand out for it. His fingers just barely brushing her palm when he dropped it into her hand, he moved his hand to rest against his face, which left the black marks from the charcoal on his cheek near his scar. While some of her English was lost on him he knew the different names for countries well enough at least the older names. But it finally clicked when she pointed where Ireland would be.
"Dublin." The word rolled from his lips easily enough. He had been there but only for a short while once when the band was replenishing supplies on a summer venture in his younger years. When she drew the map out more the fact that he realized where her family must have come from was lost as she drew out the new world. He pushed himself up and move to stand beside her instead of across from her. His hands leaned on the table as he looked down over the map, his braids falling forward as well.
"Ó fjandinn, það væri langt ferðalag." He spoke, mostly to himself as he leaned forward just a bit more, half leaning on the table as if visualizing the map as the world. "Long... explore." he spke looking over at her from where he leaned at her side. He wanted to say long trip, but he didn't really know trip in English. Long however, was the same word in both languages depending on its use.
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As it is, Kate still laughs a little in agreement with what she took his meaning to be. Besides, her palm is still a little warm from his fingers had brushed her skin.
"It took a long time to find it. To explore enough to find it. Then explore it. Australia is very big."
Pausing, she adds in a tiny circle underneath Australia's. Can't forget about the hell of Van Deiman's Land.
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He still leaned on the table, his eyes widening. "Oh." The word came out in English. "much big." He would get -very- down eventually, but he was remembering Jo wanted him speaking English whenever he could. He grasped that it would help him learn faster, still sometimes it was hard.
"Home, cold? Bad winter?" He asked, looking to the side to her again curiously, his own home was near the top of the world, where hers was the unknown bottom, was it cold to?
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(She's not going to explain about her da yet. That is... Complicated. She doesn't yet know how the people here think of convicts and their families.)
"Bad harvest," she says, then tilts her head a little to correct herself. "Bad food. The crops got the blight. They got sick, rotted in the ground. People died from hunger. My mother's father, he said that they'll go to Australia, the new land. It'll be better. It'll be warm and the food'll grow."
Now her full mouth tilts in the wry smile of a second-generation born child.
"Australia is hot. There are different problems."
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He nodded, some of those words went over his head and the look on his face showed it but he got enough of it to understand. He nodded quietly. "New life, new start in new land." He spoke with a nod, pushing himself off the table to return and sit down.
He shook his head a bit once he sat back down. "Hot here." Yes, he thought THIS place was hot. He would be miserable in her home.
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And a fine lot it'd done them, in the end. But more were alive than dead, starved to skeletons on a little island or none born at all.
But then, the Kelly children were all proud of being native-born. Before they are Irish, before they are Catholic, they are Australian.
It means something, Kate thinks.
"Hot? Oh," and here she laughs. "No, not hot. Warm. Australia is much hotter."
At least, so far.
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He looked up at the noise of someone else entering. His eyes went to Jo on the other table. Keeping a close watch on the woman who took him in. Looking back to Kate he lifted the knife and started shaving away at the wood. He didn't know what else to say to be honest, he never was the best with words.
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After he glances around the room - at the newcomer, at Miss Jo - and then falls silent, Kate doesn't immediately start the conversation again. She has things to ask, and practical, because those curtains are pinned up with what looks to be nails made out of bone and she badly needs a needle, but it's not an awkward silence.
Sometimes, it's nice to simply be in another's company.
So, for now, she keeps her mouth closed and enjoys the company as she watches the room.