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[personal profile] turned_to_steel
WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: December 20th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN

Sansa had her jaw clenched and her hands buried deep in her pockets, hurrying towards the Inn as quickly as she could make herself go without running. It was tempting to run but she didn't trust the snow that clung to the ground and the fact that there could possibly be ice patches somewhere underneath. She didn't relish the idea of possibly slipping and hurting herself when she was supposed to be going to the Inn to get her first lesson in cooking breakfast.

So she was more than grateful for the heat she felt when she reached the front door and pushed it open to let herself inside the nice, warm building. Stomping her feet, she shut the door and looked up to see if she could spot Kate anywhere. What she found instead was enough to have her eyes going wide and her lips parting in surprise at the sight of boxes stacked everywhere in the main room. It didn't matter where she looked, there seemed to be a new stack of varying heights and sizes. So many of them that she wasn't even sure she could count them all.

It wasn't like the box she had found on her front step, though. These boxes were wrapped in pretty paper of different colors and designs, and all with a tag sitting on top of each one.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she moved to the closest stack of boxes and took a peek at the first tag that was visible to her. She recognized both names and found herself blinking in confusion while she glanced at the second tag. Had everyone else found a way to get presents to give to someone else and she had missed it? She wondered briefly if maybe it was something that had been planned from before she had arrived but why hadn't her brothers mentioned it to her? It was something she was still puzzling over until she found a tag that was intended for someone else but had her name on it as well.

A quick search at another stack had her finding a present that was intended for her.

Still curious and wanting answers, Sansa set her jacket aside and went back to the first stack of boxes. Plucking the first box off the top, she set it to the side and moved the second box to another area. By the time someone came downstairs or came inside, Sansa was making new piles sorted by the name of who the presents were meant for. She thought it would be easier for people to find their presents rather than everyone stomping around poking through every stack and reading every tag.

[ooc: This is a mingle post for people to find their presents if they are located at the Inn! If you wish to, please feel free to have your character find their stack of presents already sorted.]
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[personal profile] carterbyblood
WHO: Sharon and Peggy and Sharon and Steve
WHERE: Peggy's House and the Inn
WHEN: 11/22-23rd
OPEN TO: Peggy and Steve
WARNINGS: none that I can think of, but will update if needed
STATUS: (Closed)


CLOSED TO PEGGY

Sharon would by no means call herself a coward. She was the furthest thing from it actually, in most cases she was the one at the front of the line, willing if not able to contribute, to do whatever is needed to achieve her goals. This is different, however, this is Peggy and it honestly scares the crap out of Sharon to tell her great Aunt the truth.

She knows that is stupid and asinine, but the part of her that watched her Aunt die, is scared that Peggy won’t believe her, after all, she did come across looking like a crazy person when they first met. Sharon didn’t blame her actually because she was in such shock that Peggy was alive and well, never mind standing in front of her introducing herself. It wasn’t one of Sharon’s finest moments, which is why she know stands in front of her door, raising her hand and knocking.

CLOSED TO STEVE

Sharon was on her way to the inn, the snow blowing in her face. She had her head down and her hands tucked deeply into her pockets. Her plan today was to track down Steve Rogers or die trying. She had heard rumblings that he was around, but she had yet to talk to him. She hadn’t sought him out, and they somehow kept missing each other. There was also the awkwardness of Aunt Peggy being here to contend with as well.

She figured Steve had to have a place here, but the Inn seemed to be her best bet. A gust of wind blew through, knocking her back a few steps.

“Seriously?”
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[personal profile] notabirdcostume
WHO: Sam Wilson
WHERE: Near the Police Station/Barn
WHEN: October 30, Day
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: CLOSED


Venting Frustrations )
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[personal profile] matt_murdock
Matt Murdock has never been very good at taking his own advice.

Case in point: Finding himself in a situation which is both extraordinary and demoralizing, he spends weeks -- Actual weeks -- feeling profoundly sorry for himself. Oh, he's gone out, he's met people, he's socialized in that familiar, flimsy way which feels comfortable and restricting at the same time. He's smiled, he's been amiable, but he's been on his knees next to his bed every night, forehead pressed to the edge of the mattress, begging for forgiveness, for insight, for help.

It isn't that he doesn't know it's at the end of his own arm. It's that it just feels so fucking unfair.

And he's not ready yet to call Frank Castle a saving grace, at least not out loud, but if there was ever a person to live with who would refuse to let you stew in your own self-righteous misery, Frank's it. So Matt's been up everyday, and he's been going out, and he's been learning all over again what it means to lose most of his sight.

Oh yeah, and he's following his own advice: You have to start somewhere.

The village is easy enough to tackle; it's rough around the edges but it's orderly and the landscape doesn't change much. But if he's going to get out of this place, he first has to get out of the village, and that's no mean feat for a blind man dropped in the middle of unfamiliar terrain.

So he starts simple. Everyday, he takes care to stock his pack with water and food, and everyday he works his way a little further into the forest. He learns the scent of different plants and where they grow, he marks his steps, and he keeps the sound of the river on his right side. It isn't much, but it's a start, and he may come out of it with scrapes and welts, but everyday he gets a little further.

Today, he's made it all the way to the waterfall, which he realizes was maybe not the greatest choice the first time his feet slip on moss-covered stones. He lands hard on his ass, wincing at the rattle of pain up his spine, and then pushes himself to his feet again.

You have to start somewhere.
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[personal profile] carterbyblood
WHO: Sharon
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, and her house
WHEN: Her Arrival onwards
OPEN TO: all
WARNINGS: none
STATUS: Ongoing



send me on my way )