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Claire Fraser ([personal profile] beautifullies) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-09-06 10:54 am

it's not your act of creation

Who: Claire and closed starters + opens
When: September + October
Where: her house in Solvunn, the Horizon, will add more locations as needed
What: An open where Clarie discovers she can control bees (up to 30 ft), an option to bake bread or garden with her, eventual questing, a handful of closed starters and more!
Warnings: Will update as needed
Notes: Please feel free to match the brackets or switch to prose, tag with your heart. Assume wildcarding is on the table, just message me first or hmu on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] babybananas w/any ideas!




look how cute, how adorable, how perfect
catholica: (CC_361)

[personal profile] catholica 2024-10-28 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not easy to do, that's for sure. I miss Wanda all the time. And I've told her that I'd show up in Solvunn some day but she doesn't believe me.

( he smiles at that. )

She also thinks I'd be bored which...she might be right. I'm not the world's most optimistic person so I get where you're coming from. It's hard and you miss the other person and it sucks when there's something bad happening and you can't do anything.

( which happens a lot in this place. )

But I try and tell myself it's better than not having her at all.
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[personal profile] iustise 2024-10-28 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
John offers her a gentle smile, understanding how difficult it must have been for her to find herself here, after having been so long without him. He had witnessed her grief when she had thought he had died, and in truth he supposes that finding herself here was losing him again, in a way. Losing everything and everyone she had known and loved. At least he had had her, but her connection to him wasn't nearly as strong as his had been, when he'd first arrived.

"I have always known you to be a very strong woman, Claire," he says, softly. "Be it circumstance that made you so, or your sheer stubborn determination." His smile quirks at her. "Where you live, when you settle down... Is very much like this place, in all respects. Your garden, your kitchen." His lips quirk. "Your bees. Because you know yourself, my dear. Then and there, and here and now. And you need no man to tell you that."
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[personal profile] sophos 2024-10-30 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ annabeth is getting there. something permanent doesn't feel as out of reach as it used to. the idea of it is such a huge part of what helped her through tartarus; she can't give up on it now. ]

[ she knew, obviously, that admitting to claire some of the things on her mind would elicit some sort of response. perhaps she'd wanted one like this all along but didn't really know how to ask for it. ]

[ she isn't looking at claire as the woman speaks, but as she goes on, annabeth can feel a smile threatening to slip onto her face until it finally catches the corner of her mouth. she doesn't want to be her mother, for all the pieces she might still admire, and she certainly doesn't want to be her father, but most of all she doesn't want to be made of war. and she's been through so much of it already. she looks up at claire to meet her gaze and feels lighter, smiling back. ]


Yeah. You're right. I can and I will choose for myself.

[ she always tries to anyway. sometimes, maybe, she does just get a little too bogged down by war. ]

It's just hard not to worry sometimes, I guess, when there's been so much war. I really can't wait to leave it all behind one day.
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[personal profile] familysucks 2024-10-30 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Simple a task though it may be, proof of a job well done always has Michael looking as content as a little round songbird preening itself. Food's hard to master without a sense of taste, but he's got breakfast down.]

Is this a new hive I've yet to see, or simply the resident bees? Either way, if you have need of a negotiator, I'm available.

[Not that there'd be much to say. Bees aren't complex enough for big words. But where Claire's concerned, whatever skills he has are always on offer.]

Have fun in Nocwich.

[He gives Claire a small smile, knowing. He can guess what she'll be getting up to in Nocwich and with whom—but those details are one aspect of her life he's content to leave fuzzy, not entirely understood by him.

Michael takes a sip of his plain hot water. This is a mark of friendship, this mirroring. He doesn't drink around strangers.]


Both. The bird needs tending to whether or not I have visitors, and I have to make sure the walking fish haven't gotten themselves tangled in the fence or something similar. Someone once let them in and they managed to trap themselves in the bath. As for Nocwich, I can make a few coins from the locals in exchange for procuring goods they can't acquire locally. And frankly, it's nice to be allowed out of here from time to time.
northerndragon: with much better lives (there's another us somewhere)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2024-11-02 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks at the girl's statue for a long moment. It's only what he can remember of the statue. He is not sure he got the face right. His father would have done a better job of it, he is sure.]

I don't know. My father wouldn't speak much of her. Everyone always said she was beautiful. A little wild -- she liked to ride. Dark hair, like most of the Starks.

[Like his. In fact, the statue shows very little, but perhaps it looks a little like him.]

I don't think it matters much what most people want where I come from, women or men, but you're right that a lot of highborn girls don't have much say. I don't know how she felt about Robert, or Rhaegar. They were both very handsome, both great warriors -- though by the time I saw him, Robert was a fat old drunkard with a cruel wife. His wife helped kill my father, she's tried to kill my sister, she's still trying to kill me. Rhaegar kept Lyanna in a tower down in Dorne -- that's way down south. He called it the Tower of Joy.

My father became Lord Stark, married his brother's betrothed. Her father's men joined his men, and Robert's men, and Lord Arryn's men. King's men began to lose, and eventually, Rhaegar's armies met Robert's armies at the River Trident. It had been more than a year since the war began, and my father had got me on some woman in that time. His wife was not best pleased. Once they knew each other, he would not look at other ladies, but during the Rebellion, they were hardly more than strangers. He'd left just after their wedding night.

Ah, well. Robert and Rhaegar met in single combat, and in the end, Robert slew Rhaegar with a blow to the chest with his war hammer.

The old Hand of the King, Tywin Lannister, he had held back his armies, not taken sides in the war, because of some quarrel he had with the Mad King, but when he saw which way the wind was blowing, he joined his banners with Robert's and sacked the capital. So my father went to the capital, found that Tywin's son had slain the Mad King and his knights had slain Rhaegar's wife and their little children. He didn't speak of that much, either, but everyone knows it happened; Jaime Lannister is called the Kingslayer more than he's called by his name. Then my father went looking for his sister.

When he found my aunt, in the tower where Rhaegar had been keeping her, she was dying of a fever. My father and his friends had to fight and kill Arthur Dayne, the greatest Kingsguard of his time, might be the greatest Kingsguard of any time, to get to her, but he did. Many of the Northmen with him were slain in the fighting. But he saw her as she died, and he brought her body home to be buried in the North. It was in accordance with her wishes. I don't think she wanted her bones to lie somewhere so hot and dry, where she had been a prisoner. She was just sixteen.

[There's her voice, at least, as far as he knows. And now his voice is a little bit apologetic, as he continues,]

I have happier tales, for a crypt.
Edited 2024-11-02 10:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] morethan084 2024-11-02 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[The way she braces herself doesn't go unnoticed by Daisy, and she frowns in response.]

You told me your powers have no ill-effects on you.

[Clearly, that wasn't the case. Maybe she hadn't been truthful with her because she figured Daisy wouldn't have Claire to heal her. Which is exactly what would have happened.]

You might want to set aside your entire day then, doc.

[Daisy warns, knowing she'll have a long mental list of questions to ask by tomorrow.]
Edited 2024-11-02 20:04 (UTC)
catholica: (38_zpsjdyserep)

[personal profile] catholica 2024-11-03 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I've noticed that as well.

( that solvunn seems to be spared some of the things that go on in the other territories. )

I think that just makes me anxious, though. That luck's going to run out for Solvunn and they'll get targeted when they don't expect it.

( he really does hope he's wrong though, he really does. )
northerndragon: and his is the song of ice and fire, until s8, when we find out this meant something else (the prince that was promised)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2024-11-03 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[When she pauses, says his name, he gives her a little frown, a questioning look. Had she not dropped her hand, he would have leaned in to kiss her, but it breaks the mood. Instead, he laughs.]

I had it from the maester who taught us. Luwin, his name was. A good man -- kindly. He liked all these old stories. I don't think a man becomes a maester if he does not, though some attend more to their potions.

[He gestures down the wall: unfilled tombs, no statues.]

The rest of the tombs are empty, for the rest of the Starks. I knew my bones had no place here -- I'm not a Stark. Bastards don't get buried down here. I thought I'd lie in the lichyard at Castle Black someday; now I don't think I'll be half so lucky.

I remember once, my brother Robb and I played a prank on the others. He brought them down to show them where their bones would lie one day. Only I had hidden in the tomb, covered in flour --

[All those years of wondering who his mother might be -- it has never occurred to him, not once, that he ought to have been wondering who his father was. That he might not be a Stark at all, but a Targaryen. That there was no reason for there to be three Kingsguard protecting the mere mistress of a dead prince, rather than his bride, who carried in her belly what might be the last Targaryen king. That it was never Ned Stark's way to betray his own new bride, no matter how much of a stranger she might have been, but that it was his way to protect his sister's son, particularly once he had seen what Tywin Lannister had had done to Rhaegar Targaryen's other children. What Lyanna had wanted was a life with Rhaegar, and when she couldn't have it, a chance for her son to grow and live.

Everything is there in the story, but Jon has always believed in Ned too much to question it. Everyone did. Ned was too honest, too honorable, to have lied about it. Having a bastard son was almost the only scandalous thing he had ever done; everything else was upright to the end.

Ned, whose statue he has barely shown her. Ned, who, in stone, looks a little like Jon might.]
Edited 2024-11-10 07:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] familysucks 2024-11-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Magically fortified bees is a mildly concerning concept—imagine they got out and hybridized with the local bees—but if he trusts anyone's use of magic, it's Claire's. It sounds like resiliency is the goal and not any of the other dozen worse things one might do with magic bees. That desire is easy to understand. He hasn't forgotten how low the loss of her original hives had brought her mood.]

You'll have to make introductions for me, as well. Perhaps while you're introducing Joe.

[Two birds, one stone. Michael's always in favour of efficiency.

He nods acceptance at her offer. Truth be told, the monthly visits might very well be a big part of why he's kept the bed and breakfast open now that Gabriel's no longer around to annoy him into participating. It's nice for them to have a place to go that isn't the Primary Settlement, home of the most upright and religious members of the commune. The change of scenery is welcome in the same way getting to visit Nocwich is.]


I'll keep a room ready for you, and I'm happy to accept whatever you care to bring. You know better than I what might make a guest's stay more comfortable.

I suppose I'm enjoying the fish well enough. They do have an odd fascination with ankles, but they don't seem to be having an adverse affect on the environment and they keep the insects in check. I assumed Nanaue would return for them at some point, but he seems to forget them as soon as he's made them.

[So, they're not causing a problem. That's praise from Michael. He has less praise for the man in her change of topic, his grip shifting and tightening on his mug in a way that suggests irritation. The knowledge that he got Claire hurt tips his opinion of Chris into the negative.]

Young man with a mouth and a bad attitude? [He's asking to see if they're on the same page as to their general opinion of him. He knows who she means. There's only one person he's set those restrictions on.] He seemed surprised I'd let him stay at the inn, which suggested to me he's been trouble in the past. It seemed wise to vet him first. I'm sorry to hear he dragged you into whatever fight he started. Any other medical concerns I should know about?

[Michael gives her an appraising look. Minor bumps and bruises are normal and no cause for concern, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Claire can take care of herself better than most—but sometimes she doesn't.]
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[personal profile] inferiority_complex 2024-11-04 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It's alright. Laughter is probably the best reaction I can think of." Honestly, she hadn't shot, stabbed or threatened him and after he spent a year of having his own family tell them they hated him? Well, laughter was fine. And Michael? Honestly Chris just wasn't sure. He didn't have the best relationship with other angels, his own murder and daddy issues included, and Michael? He hadn't really gotten to know him before he asked him for three character references.

"I guess I'll have to take your word on Michael. I haven't really gotten to talk to him that much. But, it sounds like you know him kind of well." Most people didn't talk about people they were just acquainted with like that. Or maybe that was just the way Claire was?

"So you went back first accidentally?" Chris got a look on his face, like he was trying to compute how the hell someone accidentally time traveled. " How?"

And the garden? "Do you think I might be able to gather a few items? Not a lot. Just bits and pieces for some potions?" And bees? Was it too weird to see if he could ....recycle any dead bee parts? If she had any? That was weird right? But not burn someone at the stake weird?
Edited 2024-11-04 02:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sophos 2024-11-04 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ annabeth sometimes does not feel as young as she is, but she wonders if that's just part of being a demigod, given she feels like she struggles more with the mortal part of her life when it comes to normalcy. she knows what's normal for the god side. ]

Sometimes I don't think war is ever really going to stop, but it would be nice if it didn't have to involve me all the time. That'd help with some of the worries.

[ and percy, and everyone she cares about, but the last few years especially have felt like one thing after another, probably from the labyrinth onward. ]

My parentage is a huge part of me. I can't really stop being a demigod, and I don't really want to give it up either, but...

[ she pauses. ] I want to be an architect. That's something that's all mine.
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[personal profile] catholica 2024-11-04 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
My guess?

( not that he really wants to guess on something like this and possibly give this world any ideas. )

Unwilling human sacrifice? Just grab someone at random and tell them that's what they're gonna do and give them no choice about it.

( at least a willing sacrifice had seemingly volunteered. )
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[personal profile] morethan084 2024-11-10 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy doesn't look impressed by her response, at all. Not that she has a leg to stand on after how stubborn she had been earlier, which is why she doesn't say anything.]

I'd like that. It's been a while since--

[She won't finish that sentence, and instead clears her throat.]

Does tomorrow work for you?

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