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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'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.