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Entry tags:
- !ota,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- asoiaf: sansa stark,
- crown: elizabeth windsor,
- division: kira akiyama,
- doctor who: amy pond,
- doctor who: rory williams,
- dragon age: astrid hawke,
- fullmetal alchemist: riza hawkeye,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- moana: moana,
- star wars: leia organa
if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]
Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
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"They broke free from the herd." Margaery said to Amy, quickly tugging along the ram she had gotten a hold on. "We need to get them to the police station. That's where the animals are." She whistled are dog, giving him the command to send the sheep running. They were at least not protesting, apparently wanting to find shelter as desperately as Margaery wanted to usher them towards it.
"Thank you for catching them. I thought they were lost."
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"Why are we arresting them?" Amy demands, taking her hand off the one of them long enough to wipe water from off her forehead, not sure what's happening here. As far as she knows, it's not like the animals have done anything other than exist. "Or is escaping that bad of a crime here and I'm just finding out about it?"
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It wasn't ideal, but it was the best they had. "Until a barn can be built for them." She adds that quickly. There were plans for a greenhouse, but eventually she would push for a barn. If only so her animals could move more freely in the winter.
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It's clearly hurt from the ice, too, but Amy hasn't got a clue what to do except keep walking. "Do we have a vet? What happens if one of the animals gets hurt?"
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Once they were safely inside, she shut the cell door, letting out a sigh of relief. It was only Amy's question that returned a shred of that fear to her heart. "I don't know. We can only hope that they don't become sick. I have a book that helps me know how to care of them, but it only offers so much."
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It really does look a little like a barn in here, which makes her wonder what else they're using for different purposes. "So, how'd we decide to go with the jail for the barn?" she asks, perching on a desk as she shivers a little, clothes damp from the storm. "Did we start by locking them up?"
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"I think we decided on this because the cells could act as stalls." She tossed over a towel for Amy wordlessly. Meanwhile, she busied herself with replenishing the food and water for the animals. "These buildings were not being used and I wanted to expand my livestock since the village is growing. Soon I am going to need to have something more permanent built."
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"I suppose they're decent enough, but what happens if you've got a pregnant one? Is it just trapped here to make sure nothing happens to it?" She wrinkles her nose, trying to figure out whether that counts as cruelty or protection.
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She pointed back towards the cell with a particularly large cow. "She will be giving birth any day now. I have been giving her exercise and having her graze as I do with the other livestock. I try to make certain that she is not indoors more than she needs be."
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It's not like she needs meat all the time, but going without the option has been harder than she'd expected.
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"With the village growing, I need more animals to provide wool and milk. There was a time when the village was smaller that I thought of keeping only one cow and one bull, but now I might need more, if we want to have any of these goods." But she would need a barn.
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"Honestly, I'm used to popping around to the shop and picking up something frozen to heat up," she admits. "I never really did much with cooking and unless Rory's been keeping secrets from me, he's not exactly whipping up any masterful dishes."
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"I had a cook and attendants before coming here. I have had learned how to do it all alone." Though there was something rewarding in this. Enough that she didn't begrudge the hard work. "Rory? Is he your brother?"
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"I've always wanted an attendant," she admits, "I mean, a maid or something. I'm a bit of a mess when I'm busy, have a tendency to just leave things around the place. Though, once our best friend got us an Ood and that was just...weird," Amy confesses.
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A part of her envied that luck, even if she didn't want her husbands with her. "I don't know if I have met him. I hope he treats you well." Amy seemed kind, which so rarely was rewarded in the world.
"An...Ood?"
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Still, it's not like they aren't sneaky, why not some memory loss? "Rory's the best man I've ever met," she praises. "Too good for me, most days. I still don't know how I've kept him. The Ood, though, it's sort of..." She gestures to her face, making wiggly fingers. "Squid? Squid on your mouth? Talks through a glowing orb?"
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She looked down at her hands, "How do you reconcile having the person you love but feeling you don't deserve them? At what point do you decide to accept that happiness?" It was something she had been wondering about of late, knowing her own sins and keeping her heart aloof.
"That...sounds bizarre." And horrifying. "It speaks through a glowing orb?"
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"I can't have kids," Amy says, "not anymore. I tried to get a divorce because Rory deserves better than me. He deserves a family and someone who isn't so, so broken." It feels strange to tell this to someone she barely knows, but at the same time, it's years ago now and they're fine. "He wouldn't, he wouldn't sign them, he wouldn't let me go, and I realized that I just had to love him. I couldn't let him go either, not really."
"So I followed him, everywhere. Even here," she says proudly.
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"Now you don't have to let him go. You have a second chance here and the opportunity for a better life." It sounded trite, but it was true. For some, that would be enough. Given how deeply Rory and Amy seemed to love each other, they might well think the same thing.
"I envy you that."
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"We were going to start a new life together in New York," she admits, breathing in slowly, "What's weird, now, is now that we have the chance, I'm not sure where I want to start." Kids are off the table, obviously, but that doesn't mean that there's no future for them.
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"Tell me more about Rory? How did you know that you loved him? When did it occur to you?" What was it like to have that moment? Suddenly recognizing that you wanted on specific person? "How did you meet?"
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"We started dating, but I knew I loved him when I lost him," she says. "That's when I knew that none of it mattered, not without Rory. Lucky for me, that was all one big dream," she says. "I got my second chance." She got plenty more than that, but then, travelling with the Doctor is full of those chances until suddenly you don't get any more. "He's a nurse and so full of caring for the people around him, Handsomest man I know, bravest man too," she says seriously. "Patient and sweet and funny and thoughtful."
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"It's clear you love him very much." There was a light in her eyes as she talked about Rory, a warmth that not many had when speaking about their marriages. Whoever he might be, it was clear that he was the finest man in Amy's estimation. "A nurse? I think I have seen him before. He has tended to many of the injured in the village."
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Wringing a little bit more of the water from her hair, Amy stares around at the animals, still in disbelief that this is her life, now. "I'm just glad I've got him. It's meant to be him and me, together, no matter what."
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"We should return to the inn before he worries where you are."
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