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sixthiteration

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
Have fun and ask questions here!

pampa

WHO: Detective Millertime
WHERE: Bunker, Inn, places between
WHEN: January 18
OPEN TO: Initial thread closed to Elektra Natchios, OTA otherwise!
WARNINGS: Miller is a very sad, disturbed individual. His mental process will encompass suicidal and alcoholic ideation. Please let me know if you would like to avoid these topics!

ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｌｅｇｅｎｄａｒｙ░ｆａｃｅ (for elektra)

His first thought is that he's drowned - like Rogue did - in the pool. His eyes pop open and there's some thrashing, so that anyone happening by should notice his struggles. It's only after he's started to panic that he realizes the liquid he's in is oxygenated somehow. Is he back...? Back in his world with those evil scientists, or still on Reverie with those evil scientists, or whoever they are. He never did crack that case, or put a bullet between the eyes of whoever was responsible. He'll regret that more than anything if this is how it ends.

But then the tube is draining and he's wincing at how cold he suddenly feels. The space station could be cold, sure, but this penetrates deep to his dusty, chalk bones. Reflexively, his hand goes to his head. Semi's hat isn't there. He looks down, teal scrubs, and as the water drains he feels something heavy on his back. All very weird. Then again, weird is his wheelhouse.

The second he can blink his eyes and focus, it's when the door decompresses and opens, a slim hand with dark nail polish holding it open for him. Is this a dream...? No, it's- Shit.

"Rich girl?"

ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｈｏｎｏｒａｒｙ░ｓｔａｒ (ota)

Okay, so here's what you missed: Elektra showed Miller the powers vending machine and the second he touched it, it shocked him. Something weird about the way his senses were going haywire, but he assumed it was just the charge. The thing was, the second he made it above to the surface world, every animal for miles around was all over him. He made it to the Inn for some warmer things, but now he's back in the Bunker staring at this stupid machine.

This is how you find a bundled and miserable Belter with a squirreldog on his shoulder as he glares daggers at the piece of tech that wronged him. How dare it make cuddly animals follow him everywhere. The longer he's down there the more randomly appear. Croc-dogs, more squirreldogs (the squirreldogs really like this asshole), and pea-cats by the droves. He's trying to investigate here! He makes it to the specimen room since he's definitely not going to chance getting saddled with yet another power, but he frowns in dismay as the dog on his shoulder runs roughshod over one of the shelves and breaks nearly every vial on it, blood running thickly down to the floor.

"Real nice."

ｄｒｉｎｋ░ｉｔ░ｉｎ░ｂｅｆｏｒｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｇｏｎｅ (ota)

Miller has never experienced weather like this. In fact, he's never experienced weather at all. He's still not sure how it's possible for him to stand up straight on a planet, and he's not sure he wants to know. It can't really be a planet, or else something like the protomolecule is fucking with physics again. Either way it's shoved distinctly in that category of his mind: Do Not Want.

He and his parade of squirreldogs make it to the kitchen of the Inn so he can try and find anything alcoholic to filch. Lucky for him, there's still some of Sam's moonshine seemingly abandoned. Or that's what he'll take it for anyway. Miller and his newfound mason jar make it to the fireside to try and warm up even a little, but he feels frozen straight through. His gloves and hat sit soaking on the hearth while he sits with his back against the couch, coat open to let in the heat and one lanky leg stretched out in front of him so that his hiking boot taps the grate. He holds the jar in one hand, elbow braced against his knee, drinking and talking to himself (and anyone who cares to listen.)

"Shouldn't be possible, gravity torture... I'm a Belter, I never left the Station. Not until last year and then... Well, I'm no rock hopper, that's for damn sure."

ｌｉｋｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｔｒｙｉｎｇ░ｔｏ░ｇｅｔ░ａｗａｙ (ota)

Call this your WILDCARD option! He'll be "investigating" in and around town, to and from the Bunker and the Inn before eventually claiming Room 12 as his own. All week he will be saddled with animal affinity so various wild animals will be harassing him as he makes his way around. If you have another idea, hit me up and I can write you something personalized, or just tag in with something random and I'll roll with it!

sixthiteration

WHERE: Simulation, door between the SV inn and police station
WHEN: Sunset Dec 31 through sunrise Jan 1
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed and move all adult content to a new post
NOTES: GENERAL PARTY DETAILS: Here & Here | PLANNING POST: Here | NEWBIES: You may arrive at the party, details here.

As the sun dips toward the horizon, another day in the village put to bed, those walking past the tiny piece of woodland between the South Village inn and police station next door may notice something out of place: A door, golden and shimmering, seeming to hover in space and go nowhere. Indeed, a quick step to its other side reveals nothing at all but more forest. Dare to grasp the knob and swing it open, however—

A party, wild and opulent and grand, set in the front halls and gardens of a sprawling Victorian mansion, all cream and black and glittering gold. Tables groaning with festive food and drink, a lively band, and enthusiastic occupants seemingly unaware of the strangeness through which our intrepid villagers have arrived.

Step through, and you shall be transformed: Vigorously healthy, impeccably coiffed, a glittering star in your own right. To exit the way you came will see all of this gone again, and do take care: While news travels fast in the village, if you don't indulge soon, you may miss this extravagant respite — The music, the frivolity, the fireworks at midnight... Or all of it altogether, for it will fade away with the dawn.

ombranera

WHO: Zevran Arainai
WHERE: Inn, Fountain Park, Fishmonger
WHEN: December 4th
OPEN TO: OPEN TO ALL
WARNINGS: Mentions of fish gutting and cleaning, Google Translate Abuse (hover over Antivan/Italian for translation), Spicy Storytime will have some sexual content. A lot. Mostly sexual content.

( Galleggiante Come Una Nave )

sixthiteration

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the second of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

borneinblood

WHO: John Druitt
WHERE: Near the Inn
WHEN: Oct. 25
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: None at the moment

The idea of telepathy is something that Druitt is loosely familiar with, at least. Not every Abnormal is capable of normal speech, after all, even if the ones that have the capacity to speak mind to mind are few and far between. Not to mention that he'd at least seen that there had been other powers listed in the machine he'd gotten his own back from (albeit briefly).

He is also generally not entirely used to the full scope of what the Observers have a tendency to inflict on people and so he doesn't think anything of it when some of the hymns of his youth start drifting into his head. It's a little unusual, yes, and more so considering that it's not his mental voice doing the singing (nor for that matter a voice he can say he recognizes). But it's a welcome moment of nostalgia all the same, and for that alone he's willing to not spend too much time dwelling on it.

Instead, he actually joins in a moment later, quite entirely unaware that this means that someone else is now hearing his voice in their mind.

sixthiteration

WHERE: Hot Springs
WHEN: 21 Sept, after sunset
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed
NOTES: Details found here

It's been a strange, rough couple of months for our intrepid villagers — Bunkers, superpowers and clones, oh my! Perhaps the Observers are sympathetic to their plight, or maybe they just have a peculiar sense of humor. At any rate, they've set up a gathering space chalk full of summer camp goodness, no strings attached. Not that anyone knows that part.

Just before sunset, a cheery message pops up on wrist devices all across the settlement and beyond. The instructions seem simple enough, although one does have to wonder at what dubious gift awaits them all after everything is said and done.

Marshmallows are on the house, so grab yourself a stick, strap on a sash and get to roasting, villagers. Skinny dipping, sing-alongs and friendship bracelets optional.

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I inn front lawn
WHEN: 4 August, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Some mentions of drug use
NOTES: Full plot details here. List of favors here.

The fourth of August dawns pleasantly mild and clear, with hardly a cloud in the sky. Which is good, because it means there's plenty of sunshine to see the riot of color that has errupted on the front lawn of the inn.

The general set-up will be familiar to those who've been in the village long enough — Tables and chairs from inside the inn set up outside for a party by the time everyone wakes. This party, though, seems to have been turned up to about 11, and the theme is definitely new: Balloons, streamers, party favors, and everything in a rainbow of colors that villagers have come to know extremely well.

Each place is set with its own (occasionally large) goody bag and birthday present, each in the color belonging to the owner on the tag. One place, done up all in silver and gray, is set for the lost.

The tables are piled high with the sort of fare you'd find at a children's party: Cake, soda, hamburgers, pizza. Not a beer or cup of coffee in sight. And on the edge of the lawn, beside an area possibly kept clear for dancing, is the most bewildering, magical thing of all, no pocket change needed.

Tuck in and let loose, villagers. If you're lucky, maybe someone will spike the punch.

warriorborn

WHO: Benedict Sorellin-Lancaster
WHERE: House #12, the Sorellin-Kelly residence
WHEN: June 7
OPEN TO: the waifu 💑
WARNINGS: nothing triggering unless you find gratuitous sweetness worthy of a tw

It's been two weeks since his disastrous attempt at bonding with Bucky Barnes, and through some help from the healing springs, even the worst of the bruising has faded, leaving Benedict as good as new. (Even if his nose is a little tender, still, and sometimes he coughs more than he used to. That will pass in time, he's sure.) The problem with no longer convalescing is that he grows bored much more easily than he used to. Add that to the weather looking more and more grim, and eventually the stormclouds breaking overhead with spectacular results, and Benedict spends the majority of the day pacing restlessly, making a tight circuit through one room to the next, down to the cellar and upstairs into the bedrooms, even going so far as to climb up into the crawl-space that one can only charitably call an attic.

He's not really expecting to find much there, setting himself the task more for something to do than out of any other expectation, but once he gets his head and shoulders into the narrow gap afforded them, a small package catches his eye tucked away in one dim and dusty corner. Staring at it and trying to calculate how best to fetch it, he idly wonders if he'd be able to see it at all were he not warriorborn, a concern that gets brushed aside for more practical matters as he wriggles around and manages to get an arm up through the gap, his fingers straining as he reaches, only just barely managing to catch a corner with his fingernails. Eventually he is able to winkle it closer, close enough to grasp it in his hand as he drops back down to the floor beneath.

Upon closer inspection, it is a box. A plain white box, the size and shape of the box that he had discovered down in the Inn all those months ago, the box that had held his robes from the monastery (or at least, a reasonable reproduction of his robes; it wasn't as if he has put his name in the neck) that he had since all but forced Kate to repurpose into a blouse for herself. He has no need of Temple robes in this habble, and a part of him had chafed at the idea of some nameless observer dictating what he did or didn't do. Just like the previous box, his name is affixed to a label on the lid. He's certain the uptick in his heartbeat at this discovery is not his imagination, nor is the immediate surge of irritation that follows in its wake.

He will not let these mysterious overseers manipulate him quite so easily, thank you.

Scoffing at himself, he rips into the box, flummoxed slightly when the only contents is a smaller box, crafted of red velvet, small enough to fit in his palm. It's clearly a ring box. He's not so sheltered as to never have seen what jewelry comes in, on the contrary, but it seems a strange gift to give. The robes had unsettled him deeply. This...

He drops the external box, weighing the little red one on his palm curiously for a moment before using his thumb to unclasp the little gold latch and push the top half away from the bottom, revealing a delicate and brilliantly-sparkling ring nestled in the velvet inside.

Stunned, he stares at it in silence for a minute before letting out a loud whoop and all but bounding out of the room, taking the stairs down to the kitchen nearly three at a time, yelling for Kate at the top of his lungs loudly enough to compete with the thunder crackling overhead the entire while.

freightcars

WHO: Bucky Barnes
WHERE: The Inn - Open Space / Fitness Area
WHEN: 06/20/1018
OPEN TO: Benny
WARNINGS: violence / adult themes.

Through all of his time here so far, Bucky's started to develop something of a rhythm. A routine that's so regular it's almost uncomfortable; waking up with the sun, watching it rise through the window in his room. Eating breakfast with the other quiet early risers in the dining room of the Inn, usually by himself but occasionally with company. In the morning before the sun bears down and it gets too hot he likes to run, usually making laps around the town at a pace not quite up to his norm before he got here but fast enough to make even an athletic man balk. He typically does another chore after, usually something he's the most physically apt to do like chop wood or help Clint build whatever he's working on that day. After sweating through his clothes entirely he bathes, changes, has lunch, and does some exploring, cooking, cleaning, whatever needs done.

Not today. Today it's raining, not just a light drizzle but rather scattered thunderstorms that roll through the area, drenching the ground, muddying everything and making running an impossibility. It's the first time his mind's not occupied with a schedule, and a restlessness settles deep into him immediately. It's directly following that feeling that the change happens.

Slowly at first, but gradually speeding, he feels... no, he sees a line forming along the ground. It's beautiful, a blue, pulsating fairy light, a comforting looking thing leading from his table, across the dining hall, and around the corner. He glances around, but nobody else seems to notice it. The one stranger he asks gives him a funny look, and with that established he assumes he's the only one who can see it.

And so he follows it carefully. It may feel comforting, it may scream in his gut that it's the right place to go and he should definitely, absolutely go there, but he's suspicious of it's origins and intentions. It leads him down the hall and toward an open room with plentiful space and only one inhabitant. It's a familiar face, one of the first people he'd met here and one he occasionally sees around the halls.

Benedict stands motionless in a strange pose that seems to flex ligaments most people wouldn't think possible, one Bucky distantly recognizes as something he's seen in the back of his mind, a distant memory when they were teaching him to fight that he's since blocked out. Beneath Benedict's body, the light pulses one final, sure time before fading to a dim, barely noticeable circle around him.

He realizes then that he's been staring for a couple of seconds worldessly and his mouth drops open, head ducks, eyes flit away immediately.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt, I just-" His brow furrows, replaying the events in his mind, eyes flitting to the line and back up again. "You seen anything... weird today?"

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

Far, far away, in a place that isn't really there, people begin to blink out of existance.

It is the first of April.

It is precisely ten o'clock in the morning.

[Please see event details and guidelines here.]

ex_assertiveness90

WHO: Stella Gibson
WHERE: The fountain/Peggy and Stella's house/the woods
WHEN: 13th-14th March; Stella disappeared from the village on the 10th and returned on the 13th.
OPEN TO: Two locked sections and one open section, all labeled below
WARNINGS: Spoilers for series 3 of The Fall. Mentions of male-on-female violence, suicide, possibly more — will update as needed.

take what the water gave me

13th march ; the fountain ; locked to Kate Kelly

( Read more... )

pockets full of stones

13th march ; house 13 ; locked to Peggy Carter

( Read more... )

and the ships are left to rust

14th march ; the woods ; open

( Read more... )

ad_dicendum

WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: Main east-west path in 6I
WHEN: March 15
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: none

Gaius still misses Rome every day. Not just the city itself, though of course he misses that, but the life of the city, the excitement of the courts, the thrill of the people's assembly, the sounds and sights of the forum, going about the morning's business under the gaze of the Capitoline temples and the Palatine houses, the feeling of being in the heart of the most important city in the world. Rome hadn't just been his life, it had been his reason for being, its service his purpose in life from his earliest days. He'd been away from Rome before, of course, on trips to his family's estate, but even much of the time he'd spent away from the city had been in its service: visiting his clients or supporters, serving in the provinces with the army or on the governor's staff, traveling to oversee road building or the foundation of a colony.

It's a stark contrast to this place, where there are dozens of people, not hundreds of thousands, where there is no government and much resistance to establishing one, where his name and his family mean nothing. There is a reason it is one of the Roman state's greatest punishments to banish a man from the city, and though Gaius has had to accept being here instead of home, acceptance is all that it is. The fine toga Kate Kelly had made for him is no cover for that reality.

He tries not to miss the crowd of people that used to surround him when he left his home on business, and he's come to accept the solitude that he can usually find on a walk here as a daily occurence instead of an exception. The walk along the village's main road is pleasant enough, and the river at least is clearer and cleaner than the Tiber.

Gaius has crossed back over the river and is on his way back to the Inn, until he's not.

In front of him rises a colonnaded building, eight grand columns reaching up towards a carved frieze: the temple of the goddess Diana, oldest and grandest of the temples on the Aventine hill. He stares, dumbstruck in a way he very rarely is, at the magnificent edifice and takes a step forward. Behind him, someone screams, and voices shout, and he turns to look behind him, but he's stopped by a hand on his arm and a voice.

"We must go!"

"Licinius?"

But his friend and relation isn't there when he looks back, nor is the temple.

Nor are the screams.

Gaius turns on the spot, around and again, grasping for the vanished man, the temple, the moment. He'd been there, in Rome, and the sounds he'd heard and the urgency in his kinsman's voice had spoken of that last terrible day.

He's left standing there in the middle of the path, wide-eyed, his breath suddenly racing to match his heartbeat as Licinius' fear grips him and only slowly subsides.

ad_dicendum

WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: The Storehouse and the Inn, 6I
WHEN: 21 February
OPEN TO: All, with a starter for Kate
WARNINGS: Violence, possible mentions of human and animal sacrifice

The Storehouse & The Inn

OTA

( Inn and Storehouse )

The Inn

locked to Kate

Gaius returns to the Inn later in the day, carrying with him a small amount of grain to add to the supplies for the communal meals the Inn hosts. Before he can make it to the kitchen, though, he finds another thing addressed to him, this time in the main room. He sets down the container of grain and bends down to examine the box.

When he opens it, it turns out that there is more wine, another pair of boots similar to the ones he'd been wearing when he came out of the fountain, some wax to melt onto his tablets, and under it all, something soft and dark blue. He carefully lifts the fabric out of the box, and his hands close on soft wool, like the finest woven garments he'd had at home. There's a lot of it, several arms-lengths, but when he unfolds some of it, it's not a garment, just a length of unsewn dark-dyed fabric in the same color as the garments he'd had when he arrived.

He's so engaged in looking at it that he doesn't notice anyone else enter the room.

sixthiteration

At the Inn, there are a number of tables set up with neatly labeled place cards. At each place is a favorite dish from home, something that kindles warmth and goodwill — But try to move seats, and you will find a surprise: Your dish refuses to move. It seems that if you want to indulge, you're stuck with whoever happens to be at your table for company.

Outside, a gentle snow is falling - not enough to discourage any patrons but just enough to blanket the world in clean, soft white.

fishermansweater

WHO: Finnick Odair
WHERE: By the river and at the Inn in 6I
WHEN: November 4
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A

Being married hasn't actually changed much. Finnick and Annie have been living together since they arrived here, and they've long ago given up the pretense of being anything less than devoted lovers. Functionally, they've lived like husband and wife for years, in private, and in Panem it was only in public that they pretended to be less than that, when they'd had to lie to the public and the media for the sake of Finnick's Victor narrative.

All it's changed here is the fact that now he wears a ring woven of rabbit-leather on his left hand, and Annie wears a matching one on hers. That sort of makeshift ring isn't uncommon in the poorer parts of District Four, where not everybody can afford jewelry, because food is more pressing, even as a new household comes together. In a way, this place is similar: no break from the business of survival can be afforded for the luxury of being newlyweds. Like in the districts travel restrictions and cost prevent most people traveling far on their honeymoon, confinement here means there's no time to stop, and the day after the wedding they'd been back gathering and fishing and caring for their birds. If a little later than normal.

Finnick misses summer. The leaves have been turning over the last few weeks, and they're falling now, crunching underfoot, slick with frost in the early mornings as he makes his way down the river. It's cold enough that he, used to coastal, tropical weather, has taken to wearing the winter clothing he'd been given the previous year. Today, because he's heading down the river, he's wearing a heavy cabled sweater and the he's carrying gloves in his pockets to put on after he's had his hands in the river.

He stops about halfway between the village and the waterfall, next to an old, tall tree that forks into two magnificent crowns and steps across to a particular spot where the river eddies past some rocks. He tugs on the cord that connects to a fish trap and hauls it out, only to find the trap empty, a hole smashed in it by something that the river's carried along. That means less fish, and more time spent, because he has to go find some sticks pliant enough to mend the trap with.

Anyone who happens across him by the river that morning will find Finnick with an oddly-shaped basket in his lap, weaving sticks into and around a hole in one side. But he's still vigilant; he looks up each time he hears footsteps, and if a knife happens to be close by, it's because it's useful for working with the wood.

Later, after the trap's fixed, a somewhat damp Finnick makes his way to the Inn, where he strips off his sweater and hangs it off a chair near the fire to give it a chance to dry, leaving him in just his now very well-worn red scrubs pants and shirt.

And he'll be staying by the fire until the sweater is dry. It's warm there.

cleptes

WHO: Bela Talbot
WHERE: Fountain, Village, The Inn, Claimed house
WHEN: October 28th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None so far, but will update if necessary
NOTE: Link to her bio if you're interested!

( Intro )

( Village )

( Inn )

( A place to rest )

ad_dicendum

WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: The fields, the storehouse in 6I, around the village, and the Inn
WHEN: October 8-31
OPEN TO: All!!
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of slavery

( The seasons are turning )

[ all locations are open, feel free to catch him in the fields, storehouse, scavenging around the village, or in the Inn]

lastofthekellys

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: Waterfall
WHEN: 20th September
OPEN TO: Benedict Sorellin-Lancaster
WARNINGS: TBA

Kate does not particularly like the forest here. It's too different from the bush of her home, too green and then changing so dramatically when it gets cooler. The smells are different, the shadows are different (oh, except for that strange period when the shadows were right but the sun was wrong), and she'll never forget that time she was lost with Margaery. She will venture into the forests with a group, but on her own? Never.

But today she's decided to stop being a silly little girl, and take Benedict out to the waterfall where the river begins. It is nice to have a day without work, so blessedly nice, although that's not the main reason why she's here. No, she has Plans with a capitol P and they involve swimming.

Kate doesn't trust the river. It changes, and she knows from last year that the weather will turn, and who knows what their captors will think up this time. The best way to deal with a flood is to avoid getting in the water altogether, but just in case...

Well. She'd prefer Benedict know what he was doing. And if they take all day, and make a nice day of it, with some packed food and just them, then it'll be a nice day from whatever weirdness is going on.

ex_assertiveness90

WHO: Stella Gibson
WHERE: 6I - the inn
WHEN: September 24th
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: Discussion of sexual harassment

A couple of months or so after breaking her arm in the earthquake, Stella thinks it's high time she sat and talked to Kate Kelly.

She hasn't been avoiding the issue, honestly — in fact, she'd meant to thank her for helping her get to the hospital as soon as she could. But with the earthquake and its aftermath, and then the number of people that had fallen ill in the epidemic after that... well, suffice it to say she'd been distracted and occupied. Now, though, they've room to breathe, at least until the next crisis the observers see fit to throw at their little village.

Stella comes in after lunch, when most people have finished eating and gone their separate ways. The post-meal cleanup seems mostly done, but Kate is still there in the kitchen, dealing with the last of the dishes. This is probably as good a time as any other.

"Miss Kelly," she says, polite, and soft so as to try to avoid startling her. She doesn't exactly smile, but she's trying as best she can to appear nonthreatening. There is a particular skill Stella has developed, a talent for being intimidating despite her height — or rather, her lack thereof — but she's learnt the opposite, too, a quiet, unimposing, self-contained calm. If she makes a point of seeming at ease, perhaps Kate will follow suit.

"Do you need any help?" she asks, nodding to the pile of plates and pots and pans. She wasn't brought up so privileged as to balk at hand-washing a few dishes — and she does try to help people here when she's able, because not contributing would be counterproductive at best.

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with kate kelly: kate kelly

Credits & Style Info

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

( OPEN ) So you wanna die young;

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

[ OPEN ] Il Sogno Va Nel Tempo

[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

A meeting of minds

[MINGLE] Scout's Honor

[MINGLE] EVENT: Birthday Party

be careful, it's my heart

everybody was kung fu fightin;

[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

let the only sound be the overflow

take what the water gave me

pockets full of stones

and the ships are left to rust

† mihi aqua et igni interdirectur

† qui primum, ut impio dignum fuit

The Storehouse & The Inn

The Inn

[EVENT - MINGLE] Home for the Holidays

ψ colors in autumn so bright before they lose it all | OPEN

There's No Place Like Home | Open to All

† tamen defendebat aerarium | OPEN

lessons

they found me there in the sands, bones of ribbon in my hands.