[ Claire has done her best to stay as busy as possible, very much not wanting to have idle time to think about who she's missing. It's better that way and already hard enough when she has to give in to sleep, because when she wakes up, there's that millisecond of blissful unawareness that Jamie isn't next to her.
So, she's quite busy instead.
In the main gardens, she can be found both at night and during the day. In the daytime, she does most of the harvesting and trimming, removing bugs and making sure everything's happy. At night, she waters and brings to life saplings under her fingertips.
Not far beyond the vegetables, she also encourages a garden of wildflowers, needing them for the beehives that are now complete. She was able to fashion her own hat and found suitable gloves, and now she only has to wait on the bees.
About twice a week she tries to make rounds and check on everyone's health; she'll happily get roped into holding a baby or two for babysitting and doesn't seem to mind playing with the kids. In fact, she lets the older ones chase her, but tackling is out these days. Still, she gathers her skirts and they run around for a bit, before she shoos them off and away for supper.
She can always be found out and about the faction, doing everything she can to contribute. ]
[In the gardens, during this midday hour, Henry can be found out here in the gardens — and he wonders if he should be surprised to see her, too, though perhaps not. This is similar to when he spoke to Claire last, isn’t it?
But this time, he steps forward, quietly, leaves of neatly-rowed plants brushing past his pant legs. He crouches down next to Claire, who appears to be busying herself removing bugs from the garden, and gently nudges her hand away from her newest target of interest: a tiny spider that’s hung its equally tiny, gossamer web just beneath the large cover of a wide leaf and the plant’s adjacent stem.]
Leave that one. Or let me move it.
YES COME TO ME <3 <3 this is lovely, thank you for setting it up!
[ Claire's been trying to relocate said spider, it needs to be in the tomato plants, not the potatoes. The problem is, she can't quite get to said spider, and she wants to make sure she can cup it momentarily, rather than make it flee deeper into the potatoes.
At the sound of a familiar voice, she straightens a little and turns, then smiles at her company. ]
Henry, hello. Actually, would you mind moving it? To the tomato plants.
[ It occurs to her to be more curious at his offer after the fact, although Michael spewing spiders from his mouth has changed her understanding of insects in Solvunn. ]
That's also a generous offer not many would make. You must enjoy arachnids, then?
[No one tell Henry Creel about Michael spewing spiders from his mouth. He might not ever leave him alone.
Though his face was not fully disapproving before, just a faint shadow etched across the line of his brow, Henry's features soften when she sounds amiable to the request that he relocate the spider instead. For him, that's about a task as easy as breathing, and he nods.
He turns his body at just the right angle to lean in, assessing how to approach the arachnid. It isn't a very large one, but in some ways, that makes it more difficult.]
I've had an affinity for spiders ever since I was young. When I was twelve...
[Ah, here. His hands draw closer to the little spider, cupped and slow.]
I used to collect them from underneath the floorboards of my home, and keep them in glass jars for a short while.
[bees are not something that wanda necessarily puts a lot of thought into. they exist, they help with cross-pollination, and concepts that she isn’t necessarily an expert in. still, it is nice to see them in this pocket of the commune, and it is clear that claire’s garden is growing because of it—as witnessed by the wildflowers that have sprung up in pinks and whites and yellows.
she approaches claire, her curiosity clearly on the beehives.]
Aren’t you afraid they’ll sting you?
[there’s always that fear, isn’t there? of being hurt by something.]
[ Claire smiles brightly to see Wanda. There's an old-fashioned-looking oil can sitting to the side and at her question, Claire picks it up. Pressing a side button, smoke exits and fills the air in a puff. ]
I suppose it would make sense to be, wouldn't it? But the smoke makes them docile. Honeybees don't sting unless absolutely terrified and in defense mode. If you're calm, they will be too.
[ Right now, the hive is closed and there are bees flying around, moving in and out of the hive. ]
I wanted to check their progress so far to be sure they're coming along. Would you like to see?
[ She'll even give Wanda her veiled hat and gloves! ]
[ In all of her time spent in the Horizon, Claire doesn't leave Lallybroch all that much. Deciding to remedy that, she gathers a basket of goodies (tea, coffee beans, cookies and various fruit to cover her bases) and begins exploring. Maybe the treats won't matter outside of her this space, but it's still nice in the moment.
Each day she has something a little different, but when she sees someone outside, she stops and holds up a hand with a smile. ]
[ Galadriel's Horizon is still not entirely to her liking, but in her conversations with others within their number she has learned that changes can still be made. Some of it has required unearthing deeper memories than she ever expected to retrieve — she has not dwelled on Finrod's face since it was forced upon her by the Dark Lord himself, since her newest ally had revealed himself as her greatest enemy. It is painful to think on, now, and so rather than let herself become too mired in the past she has wandered, likely farther than she means to.
This place bears such strong reminders of Valinor that for an instant, she wonders if she has been walking in circles — but the small castle is unknown to her eyes, and the woman who stops to regard her also unfamiliar.
The question itself is one that has not been posed to her in centuries, perhaps, and therefore it takes Galadriel a bit longer to answer it, blinking a few times in the sunlight. ]
I suppose so. Are there those who do not enjoy sweet things?
[ Claire gives the woman in front of her time to think, in no hurry as she rummages to see what she might offer either way. At the positive answer, she brings out a small batch of cinnamon sugar cookies wrapped in burlap and tied with a nice ribbon. Her answer comes easily as she hands over the bundle. ]
My husband. I'm not sure why, but he's never had much of a fondness for sweets. I most assuredly don't share that quality with him.
[ With a warm smile she introduces herself. ]
I'm Claire, normally in Solvunn when I'm not passing out what I suppose amounts to imaginary food.
[ It's been a little while since he'd ventured to Lallybroch as a specific destination. That's not to say he hasn't been by it several times - he has, thanks to roaming the Horizon and wanting to leave his own space behind first because of one disappearing next to it, and then because of what happened later. As always, going out to roam serves as some of the same feeling as going for a walk along Cadens' streets.
Now it comes with the benefit of being able to see more than streets and shops that've become an everyday sight to him. Today's trip through the Horizon comes complete with carrying a couple of heavy tomes with him: a textbook from the Academy they'd recreated between those of them here from Fodlan and another one with a bit of background information for the parts less clearly explained for those who hadn't grown up with the Church of Seiros. Like himself, for example, so it's good to have some added research to go alongside it.
After helping Kyle with some lessons he's more confident in potentially teaching someone else, and the possibility of learning more about what healing and medical knowledge Claire has is also a motivator. There's (probably) no rush to share information, but it's always good to have more of it.
Which is also why on this trip Claude wanders right in to where she'd mentioned she might be, and also wastes no time in greeting her with a smile. ]
I brought you some light - [ humorous emphasis on the light given the heft of the volumes he holds up - ] reading for when you have some time. The good news is one of them is mostly theories behind spells that'll be easier to get through than the other.
[ It's been easy to give herself the space of her dreams to work, and she has different flora laid out an a large table. They're inside today, but the windows are open, the illusion of a bright, sunny day.
When Claude makes it to the surgery, she smiles widely at him, then huffs out a laugh. ]
Homework and you haven't even been here five seconds!
[ It's a tease as she raises an eyebrow while reaching out to accept the books. ]
These weigh more than a healthy and robust toddler. But I can't wait to dig in, honestly. Do I need to begin here before anything else?
[ When Claire has her first chance, she goes to Nocwich to try and finds a few thing to shore up her supplies; she needs a vessel for Hilda's gift to Claude as well. Her last venture wasn't one of pleasure, as she was tending to the wounded, but now she'd like to explore if she can. She goes each of the three days, all three times seeing and experiencing something different.
On the first day, she's mostly business. The apothecary is her main haunt, filling up on all sorts of herbs and other ingredients. She also stops for tea in order to people-watch. Her basket sits on the ground by her feet, and she smiles genuinely at someone with their own cup. ]
Good morning. Watch for the path up ahead and mind you don't trip, there are some loose stones.
[ Ask her how she knows!
On the second day, she's enchanted by the woven items. It may not be cold enough, but she'll need hand warmers and shawls at some point. She'll also attempt to find a clothing shop for trousers and shirts she won't mind getting filthy.
The third day she follows her whims. Her basket has books about herbs and plants at the bottom with flowers on top. This time when she stops to eat, it's at a pub where she sits at a table for two alone. As she eats she reads, not paying any mind to her surroundings. She's content and in her own world, lost in thought. ]
The pub is, unfortunately, filling up, so that a time comes when the only spare place is at Claire's table. She looks familiar to him, from the time when the taken were recovering. There is, perhaps, a little of Lady Stark in her, which nearly makes him turn away -- but it is only the kindliness that Lady Stark had shown to others. He has seen Claire show a bit of it from a distance since.
Jon does not like to trouble her, but he has spent the afternoon hunting the woods in one shape or another, has brought in a brace of hare, and a mug of cool ale is greatly wanted.
He brings it to the table, and says, with a hint of apology, "This all right? I can stand, if you would rather keep to yourself, my lady."
[OOC: So a while ago I think you hit me up for a totally different game and character and I had too much going on IRL to do much about it! That can also happen, over there, but I thought this might help make up for it too... and regardless, these two should have CR. :> ]
The beautiful thing about being from different times, is knowing the mannerisms, the way of speaking, even the communal aspects of eating. And so, when she's approached, she's only startled in that she was in her own head, and her expression relaxes.
"Please, sit, I don't mind the company," she offers, then tilts her head a bit to look at him as does. She isn't sure of his name, but she does remember seeing his face while doing what she could to help the injured the last time she was in Nocwich.
Whenever Claire meets someone from a time of Ago, there's a small part of her, the part that still mourns the loss of two decades separated from family, that wants to be Lady Broch Tuarach again, wants to introduce herself with the title she once had, briefly as it was. It felt right, like home, and the best title she's had asie from 'mother.' But the majority of her knows Lallybroch isn't Jamie's anymore anyway, and so she refrains and never has introduced herself that way.
"I do know I've seen you, but unfortunately I've never caught your name. I'm Claire Fraser. I'll respond to any sort of arrangement you choose," she says with a smile, whether he calls her Mistress Fraser or Claire, or anything else. She's heard (most of) it all.
[ ooc: omg buddy this is awesome, I'll take your Jon in any game with any character! Let Claire adopt you, son. ]
[ While Steve has already returned to Nocwich since his time here in recovery, it's still difficult not to think of that time whenever he's here. At least now he doesn't need to be cooped up in the inn and fussed over by the (kind, well-meaning) nurses.
Despite the association, he still comes here when given the chance, always eager for an opportunity for some cross-faction interaction. In this case he isn't set to meet up with anyone in particular, though, and is merely enjoying what Oleuni Square has to offer.
Steve is more of a coffee guy than a tea guy, but tea is what this little cafe has on offer and he decides to grab a cup to nurse while he wanders. They obviously don't have to-go cups here, this isn't a Starbucks, but the werewolf running the shop says that it's fine so long as he promises to return the ceramic cup when he's done.
He promises that he will (and it's genuine), and then turns on his heel to get a move on — right when a woman speaks up from the table where she's sitting to issue a warning. ]
Oh. Right, thanks. [ It's not like a super-soldier is immune to losing his footing and falling onto his face, which would be disastrous when he has a cup of steaming hot tea in hand. ] ...Are you, uhh, speaking from experience? [ It's not that he means to call her out or anything; his expression is concerned, not teasing. If she hurt herself, maybe he could help. ]
[ Claire presses her lips together good-naturedly. ]
I've no clue what you're talking about. [ And yet she can't help but smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkling a bit. ] No one would call me graceful, but I'm not a complete disaster. Well, not yet in any case. I've made it my mission today to keep as many others as possible from suffering the same embarrassment.
[ She isn't, really, although she was embarrassed. still, she seems to have a sense of humor about it. ]
Although, I suppose I should find someone who can actually fix the problem. What do you think, is there someone with magic who could take care of it?
[ She idly wonders if it's something Wanda could take care of, but surely there are others. ]
[ Claire hasn't explored the Horizon at great lengths yet, not since her first time, so she's slowly been making the rounds. Stopping when she gets to a home with a nice porch swing, she takes in the entirety of the space in all its beauty. The entire area looks like it's come from the U.S., way down South. She's been once or twice traveling with Frank, enough to make an attempt at placing the location.
It's so bucolic that she can't help wandering up close, though she does call out, not wanting to startle. ]
Hello the house!
[ It's a common enough greeting—in the 18th century. Still, it does the job. ]
[ so here's the thing: whether or not sam has any idea that the greeting is common, he is more than used to people approaching his home in the horizon, and has gotten his fair share of different and interesting ways of making yourself known. so much so that he's stopped really noticing if something is common or not. rather, he just listens for the sound of someone walking up, and goes to meet them.
it comes with the territory, after all; a welcoming home, a beautiful place. the air is warm and humid, something you'd expect at the tail end of spring in lousiana, and sam's been out back. or, rather, was out back when he heard the sound of a woman's voice, which has now pulled him up from his rocking chair and has him walking around the wrap-around porch. ]
Hey! [ he says with a welcoming smile, holding up the glass of lemonade he'd been drinking. he's pretty sure he recognizes the woman, though he doesn't know if he's really had time to sit and meet her. now's as great a time as any, so he waves her the rest of the way up to the house. ] Come on up!
[ The warm greeting has her making her way up the porch with a return smile, skirts in hand until she's standing on the porch beside him. She knows she took injured people off of his hands, but other than a few words exchanged that she can't even remember, they haven't actually met. ]
Your home is beautiful, I think I might have wanted to make my way to your porch anyway. Are you from Mississippi by chance?
In the few weeks since Hilda and Claire made their plan for Claude's birthday, Claire's been a busy woman of trial and error. To make a small pine tree, the sort that would be good for his tea, is no easy feat. Fir trees, on the whole, are massive and don't typically come in miniature sizes. But Claire's been determined and after a few false starts, she's pretty sure she has it. It's good practice anyway, because she's on notice for a Christmas tree for Solvunn.
(She doesn't dwell on the fact that Christmas is over seven months away. Is she truly going to be here in seven months? Will she be happy here for that long? Only time will tell.)
They've decided to meet in a tea house and Claire arrives a little early, setting her things on the ground beside her feet and ordering. She takes the liberty of ordering Hilda's tea for her, knowing what she likes by now, and also asks for a few teak cakes as well. Then, she simply waits patiently, people watching contently.
Hilda bursts into the tea house several minutes after their appointed meeting time. She hadn't meant to be late. At home she had been notorious for being fashionably late; something had never been right with her outfit or her hair wasn't cooperating with her. Sometimes it was that she had simply woken up late. This time however it was a rare moment when she had been caught putting the finishing touches on a gift where all of the details had to be just right.
"I'm sorry," she starts breathlessly as she bundles through the door and straight into Claire's arms for a quick hug. "I promise I have a good reason for being late and I promise it won't happen again." She grins like it'll be true but Claire can probably discern that that probably won't be the case. As she slides into the seat across from her, cheeks flushed pink from all but running straight from the portal to Nocwich, she finally takes a breath. "You didn't wait long, did you?"
It's like catching a whirlwind of a daughter, and briefly, Claire thinks of Marsali as she hugs Hilda. If not for this breathless young woman, Claire might ache a bit more at the loss of both her daughter and daughter-in-law.
"No, I wasn't waiting long, and I'd only start to worry if you weren't here within a half hour. I'm used to living in a place where one stubborn horse can be the difference between punctuality and being so late we've all gotten to dessert by the time someone arrives." That is to say, Hilda's excused, and Claire can't help but match her smile. That promise is a hundred percent a young person's pledge, and she doesn't take it to heart.
"I did take the liberty of ordering for you, I only hope I know you as well as I think I do."
[ It hasn't happened just yet, that Claire has stumbled across a Horizon domain that reminds her of Boston. If she squints, the exterior has touches of French townhouses as well, but that isn't something she lets herself dwell on.
With no clue who might be there, her curiosity gets the best of her and she makes her way up the steps, lightly rapping on the door. She's no clue what she'll say once it opens, so when it does, they're met with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look from her. The best option, Claire decides, is to simply go with the truth. ]
I'm sorry, I was admiring the outside and I suppose I felt someone should know it reminded me a bit of home. The architecture is gorgeous, truly.
[He doesn't expect visitors, but it would hypocritical to turn her away simply for appearing unannounced. (Just recently has the sorcerer wandered to another domain and strode right in, not even bothering to knock. Claire has one-upped him there, at the very least.) Still, when he swings open the door, Stephen has the air of someone a little surprised that there’s anyone here at all — when was the last time someone swung by that wasn’t from his own world?
(And had a chip on her shoulder to show for it. Read: Wanda.)
He stands donned in his sorcerer’s robes, though the length of his cloak—red and patchwork—cascades behind him. Stephen hitches up a brow. Just behind him, there are are whole retinue of books floating above and around at shoulder height, as though he were in the middle of looking for a specific tome with a specific page with a specific passage—
Stephen blinks.]
Oh. Uh.
[Nailed it! Alas, he doesn’t quite yet realize this is someone he’s had communique with once before, given that their last exchange was strictly messaging.]
Straight from Greenwich Village. [He eyes her clothing, though, briefly; far be it from him to judge a book by its cover, but probably not the Greenwich Village she knows, he thinks.] It’s a little stranger [no pun intended(?)] on the inside, though.
[ Claire doesn't even see the cloak, she just sees the books; not quite dumbstruck (because that very same Wanda has shown her quite a lot), she's more fascinated and a even little delighted. It isn't every day though that one sees books casually floating, and for three or four solid seconds she looks at them rather than him.
The realization hasn't struck her yet either, that he's the one responsible for fixing John. For now, his first complete sentence snaps her focus to his face and she smiles. This is awkward, should she have knocked? Perhaps she should have admired from afar and gone on. ]
That's quite an exciting neighborhood. Or rather, it is in the 60s, I'm not sure what it might be like after that. And by stranger do you mean more than floating books?
[ Appareances can be deceiving, apparently. She's casually questioning a man on his own doorstep without thinking twice, more curious about his home than she was before he answered. ]
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Solvunn
So, she's quite busy instead.
In the main gardens, she can be found both at night and during the day. In the daytime, she does most of the harvesting and trimming, removing bugs and making sure everything's happy. At night, she waters and brings to life saplings under her fingertips.
Not far beyond the vegetables, she also encourages a garden of wildflowers, needing them for the beehives that are now complete. She was able to fashion her own hat and found suitable gloves, and now she only has to wait on the bees.
About twice a week she tries to make rounds and check on everyone's health; she'll happily get roped into holding a baby or two for babysitting and doesn't seem to mind playing with the kids. In fact, she lets the older ones chase her, but tackling is out these days. Still, she gathers her skirts and they run around for a bit, before she shoos them off and away for supper.
She can always be found out and about the faction, doing everything she can to contribute. ]
I'M HERE NOW let me know if this is okay!
[In the gardens, during this midday hour, Henry can be found out here in the gardens — and he wonders if he should be surprised to see her, too, though perhaps not. This is similar to when he spoke to Claire last, isn’t it?
But this time, he steps forward, quietly, leaves of neatly-rowed plants brushing past his pant legs. He crouches down next to Claire, who appears to be busying herself removing bugs from the garden, and gently nudges her hand away from her newest target of interest: a tiny spider that’s hung its equally tiny, gossamer web just beneath the large cover of a wide leaf and the plant’s adjacent stem.]
Leave that one. Or let me move it.
YES COME TO ME <3 <3 this is lovely, thank you for setting it up!
At the sound of a familiar voice, she straightens a little and turns, then smiles at her company. ]
Henry, hello. Actually, would you mind moving it? To the tomato plants.
[ It occurs to her to be more curious at his offer after the fact, although Michael spewing spiders from his mouth has changed her understanding of insects in Solvunn. ]
That's also a generous offer not many would make. You must enjoy arachnids, then?
np, thank you for waiting on me!
Though his face was not fully disapproving before, just a faint shadow etched across the line of his brow, Henry's features soften when she sounds amiable to the request that he relocate the spider instead. For him, that's about a task as easy as breathing, and he nods.
He turns his body at just the right angle to lean in, assessing how to approach the arachnid. It isn't a very large one, but in some ways, that makes it more difficult.]
I've had an affinity for spiders ever since I was young. When I was twelve...
[Ah, here. His hands draw closer to the little spider, cupped and slow.]
I used to collect them from underneath the floorboards of my home, and keep them in glass jars for a short while.
of course!! <3
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slow crawls back in here from my hiatus
i was also on hiatus! <3
hi5!!
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my targeted ads now think i'm a beekeeper lmao
HAHA that's very funny
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she approaches claire, her curiosity clearly on the beehives.]
Aren’t you afraid they’ll sting you?
[there’s always that fear, isn’t there? of being hurt by something.]
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I suppose it would make sense to be, wouldn't it? But the smoke makes them docile. Honeybees don't sting unless absolutely terrified and in defense mode. If you're calm, they will be too.
[ Right now, the hive is closed and there are bees flying around, moving in and out of the hive. ]
I wanted to check their progress so far to be sure they're coming along. Would you like to see?
[ She'll even give Wanda her veiled hat and gloves! ]
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what the HELL this tag got lost somehow and i just happened to scroll down this page and SEE D:
Horizon
Each day she has something a little different, but when she sees someone outside, she stops and holds up a hand with a smile. ]
Do you happen to have a sweet tooth?
if this is okay!
This place bears such strong reminders of Valinor that for an instant, she wonders if she has been walking in circles — but the small castle is unknown to her eyes, and the woman who stops to regard her also unfamiliar.
The question itself is one that has not been posed to her in centuries, perhaps, and therefore it takes Galadriel a bit longer to answer it, blinking a few times in the sunlight. ]
I suppose so. Are there those who do not enjoy sweet things?
It's perfect!
My husband. I'm not sure why, but he's never had much of a fondness for sweets. I most assuredly don't share that quality with him.
[ With a warm smile she introduces herself. ]
I'm Claire, normally in Solvunn when I'm not passing out what I suppose amounts to imaginary food.
hooray! I've wanted to tag claire again since the tdm
i'm so glaad you did <3 <3
<3 <3 this is the crosscanon cr I needed!
hard same!! I'm mad I got sick, but I'm back now!
oh no! hope you're feeling better
yes, ty! <3
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slight wildcard, if this works! (if not just let me know!)
Now it comes with the benefit of being able to see more than streets and shops that've become an everyday sight to him. Today's trip through the Horizon comes complete with carrying a couple of heavy tomes with him: a textbook from the Academy they'd recreated between those of them here from Fodlan and another one with a bit of background information for the parts less clearly explained for those who hadn't grown up with the Church of Seiros. Like himself, for example, so it's good to have some added research to go alongside it.
After helping Kyle with some lessons he's more confident in potentially teaching someone else, and the possibility of learning more about what healing and medical knowledge Claire has is also a motivator. There's (probably) no rush to share information, but it's always good to have more of it.
Which is also why on this trip Claude wanders right in to where she'd mentioned she might be, and also wastes no time in greeting her with a smile. ]
I brought you some light - [ humorous emphasis on the light given the heft of the volumes he holds up - ] reading for when you have some time. The good news is one of them is mostly theories behind spells that'll be easier to get through than the other.
this is beautiful!
When Claude makes it to the surgery, she smiles widely at him, then huffs out a laugh. ]
Homework and you haven't even been here five seconds!
[ It's a tease as she raises an eyebrow while reaching out to accept the books. ]
These weigh more than a healthy and robust toddler. But I can't wait to dig in, honestly. Do I need to begin here before anything else?
<3
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types this tag while enjoying some of those helpful herbs
as it should be!! and fitting for their conversation too
Nocwich
On the first day, she's mostly business. The apothecary is her main haunt, filling up on all sorts of herbs and other ingredients. She also stops for tea in order to people-watch. Her basket sits on the ground by her feet, and she smiles genuinely at someone with their own cup. ]
Good morning. Watch for the path up ahead and mind you don't trip, there are some loose stones.
[ Ask her how she knows!
On the second day, she's enchanted by the woven items. It may not be cold enough, but she'll need hand warmers and shawls at some point. She'll also attempt to find a clothing shop for trousers and shirts she won't mind getting filthy.
The third day she follows her whims. Her basket has books about herbs and plants at the bottom with flowers on top. This time when she stops to eat, it's at a pub where she sits at a table for two alone. As she eats she reads, not paying any mind to her surroundings. She's content and in her own world, lost in thought. ]
pub!
Jon does not like to trouble her, but he has spent the afternoon hunting the woods in one shape or another, has brought in a brace of hare, and a mug of cool ale is greatly wanted.
He brings it to the table, and says, with a hint of apology, "This all right? I can stand, if you would rather keep to yourself, my lady."
[OOC: So a while ago I think you hit me up for a totally different game and character and I had too much going on IRL to do much about it! That can also happen, over there, but I thought this might help make up for it too... and regardless, these two should have CR. :> ]
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"Please, sit, I don't mind the company," she offers, then tilts her head a bit to look at him as does. She isn't sure of his name, but she does remember seeing his face while doing what she could to help the injured the last time she was in Nocwich.
Whenever Claire meets someone from a time of Ago, there's a small part of her, the part that still mourns the loss of two decades separated from family, that wants to be Lady Broch Tuarach again, wants to introduce herself with the title she once had, briefly as it was. It felt right, like home, and the best title she's had asie from 'mother.' But the majority of her knows Lallybroch isn't Jamie's anymore anyway, and so she refrains and never has introduced herself that way.
"I do know I've seen you, but unfortunately I've never caught your name. I'm Claire Fraser. I'll respond to any sort of arrangement you choose," she says with a smile, whether he calls her Mistress Fraser or Claire, or anything else. She's heard (most of) it all.
[ ooc: omg buddy this is awesome, I'll take your Jon in any game with any character! Let Claire adopt you, son. ]
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annnnnd then i got sick lmao but WE BACK
june!
Despite the association, he still comes here when given the chance, always eager for an opportunity for some cross-faction interaction. In this case he isn't set to meet up with anyone in particular, though, and is merely enjoying what Oleuni Square has to offer.
Steve is more of a coffee guy than a tea guy, but tea is what this little cafe has on offer and he decides to grab a cup to nurse while he wanders. They obviously don't have to-go cups here, this isn't a Starbucks, but the werewolf running the shop says that it's fine so long as he promises to return the ceramic cup when he's done.
He promises that he will (and it's genuine), and then turns on his heel to get a move on — right when a woman speaks up from the table where she's sitting to issue a warning. ]
Oh. Right, thanks. [ It's not like a super-soldier is immune to losing his footing and falling onto his face, which would be disastrous when he has a cup of steaming hot tea in hand. ] ...Are you, uhh, speaking from experience? [ It's not that he means to call her out or anything; his expression is concerned, not teasing. If she hurt herself, maybe he could help. ]
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I've no clue what you're talking about. [ And yet she can't help but smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkling a bit. ] No one would call me graceful, but I'm not a complete disaster. Well, not yet in any case. I've made it my mission today to keep as many others as possible from suffering the same embarrassment.
[ She isn't, really, although she was embarrassed. still, she seems to have a sense of humor about it. ]
Although, I suppose I should find someone who can actually fix the problem. What do you think, is there someone with magic who could take care of it?
[ She idly wonders if it's something Wanda could take care of, but surely there are others. ]
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sorry this is so late, rl exploded for me! feel free to drop this if you need to
I'm good with keeping this one if you are! but i know new game stuff is coming!
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(Closed) • Sam
It's so bucolic that she can't help wandering up close, though she does call out, not wanting to startle. ]
Hello the house!
[ It's a common enough greeting—in the 18th century. Still, it does the job. ]
Is there anyone here?
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it comes with the territory, after all; a welcoming home, a beautiful place. the air is warm and humid, something you'd expect at the tail end of spring in lousiana, and sam's been out back. or, rather, was out back when he heard the sound of a woman's voice, which has now pulled him up from his rocking chair and has him walking around the wrap-around porch. ]
Hey! [ he says with a welcoming smile, holding up the glass of lemonade he'd been drinking. he's pretty sure he recognizes the woman, though he doesn't know if he's really had time to sit and meet her. now's as great a time as any, so he waves her the rest of the way up to the house. ] Come on up!
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Your home is beautiful, I think I might have wanted to make my way to your porch anyway. Are you from Mississippi by chance?
[ It's a guess; an incorrect one but close. ]
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hello hi i'm the worst person in the world please forgive me ;-;
omg shhhhhhh no you are not <3 <3
i am but i appreciate you forgiving me ;-;
😘 there's always august, too!
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(She doesn't dwell on the fact that Christmas is over seven months away. Is she truly going to be here in seven months? Will she be happy here for that long? Only time will tell.)
They've decided to meet in a tea house and Claire arrives a little early, setting her things on the ground beside her feet and ordering. She takes the liberty of ordering Hilda's tea for her, knowing what she likes by now, and also asks for a few teak cakes as well. Then, she simply waits patiently, people watching contently.
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"I'm sorry," she starts breathlessly as she bundles through the door and straight into Claire's arms for a quick hug. "I promise I have a good reason for being late and I promise it won't happen again." She grins like it'll be true but Claire can probably discern that that probably won't be the case. As she slides into the seat across from her, cheeks flushed pink from all but running straight from the portal to Nocwich, she finally takes a breath. "You didn't wait long, did you?"
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"No, I wasn't waiting long, and I'd only start to worry if you weren't here within a half hour. I'm used to living in a place where one stubborn horse can be the difference between punctuality and being so late we've all gotten to dessert by the time someone arrives." That is to say, Hilda's excused, and Claire can't help but match her smile. That promise is a hundred percent a young person's pledge, and she doesn't take it to heart.
"I did take the liberty of ordering for you, I only hope I know you as well as I think I do."
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(Closed) • Dr. Strange
With no clue who might be there, her curiosity gets the best of her and she makes her way up the steps, lightly rapping on the door. She's no clue what she'll say once it opens, so when it does, they're met with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look from her. The best option, Claire decides, is to simply go with the truth. ]
I'm sorry, I was admiring the outside and I suppose I felt someone should know it reminded me a bit of home. The architecture is gorgeous, truly.
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(And had a chip on her shoulder to show for it. Read: Wanda.)
He stands donned in his sorcerer’s robes, though the length of his cloak—red and patchwork—cascades behind him. Stephen hitches up a brow. Just behind him, there are are whole retinue of books floating above and around at shoulder height, as though he were in the middle of looking for a specific tome with a specific page with a specific passage—
Stephen blinks.]
Oh. Uh.
[Nailed it! Alas, he doesn’t quite yet realize this is someone he’s had communique with once before, given that their last exchange was strictly messaging.]
Straight from Greenwich Village. [He eyes her clothing, though, briefly; far be it from him to judge a book by its cover, but probably not the Greenwich Village she knows, he thinks.] It’s a little stranger [no pun intended(?)] on the inside, though.
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The realization hasn't struck her yet either, that he's the one responsible for fixing John. For now, his first complete sentence snaps her focus to his face and she smiles. This is awkward, should she have knocked? Perhaps she should have admired from afar and gone on. ]
That's quite an exciting neighborhood. Or rather, it is in the 60s, I'm not sure what it might be like after that. And by stranger do you mean more than floating books?
[ Appareances can be deceiving, apparently. She's casually questioning a man on his own doorstep without thinking twice, more curious about his home than she was before he answered. ]
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