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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 @

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If it was putting me out you'd have been offered my bed. [ And that's not happening, but she understands. The inn will, without a doubt, have more privacy than an old woman hovering upstairs offers. ]

As for the council, yes, sometimes the tasks ask that shrines be cleaned and maintained, or that we particiapte in an event, but if you don't want to you don't have to. No one's forcing you to do anything here. ...Usually.

[ Just as she's finishing, her eyes open to look at Daisy. ]

Has anyone told you about a shared vision of the future we all experienced? All of us Summond, I mean.

Still, I can't do that to you.

[For exactly one of the reasons Claire had been thinking. Daisy really doesn't like to be dotted on, despite appreciating the concern Claire has shown for her.]

What do you mean by an event? Like, the Hunger Games?

[Unaware of what time Claire comes from, it doesn't occur to Daisy that she wouldn't understand that pop culture reference. Instantly, she becomes wary when she mentions a shared vision. The last time she shared a vision with someone, her boyfriend died.]

No, they haven't.

I've no clue what the Hunger Games are, but they sound awful. The locals believe we're powerful beings, brought here to help them. And so they revere us a bit. There are times of the year the council asks that we indulge them. Sometimes that means they ask us for a special blessing, or for guidance.

[ If it's starting to sound like they're the gods, Daisy might be onto something. As the magic begins to fade, healing done, Claire exhales. This is the most she's done at once, and she feels the ache in her bones of actual creeping exhaustion. ]

We were all forced to gather, all of the Summond, and then we passed out and shared a collective...alternate reality. We were gods. All of us, elevated to some sort of higher status. We were the ones with shrines and alters, and we knew no better. We thought it was normal and real, for centuries. We lived 800 years while we were unconscious in the Pit for weeks.

[ This is alarming, she knows. ]

We try to look out for one another. When I said you won't be forced into anything, I meant by us, by the locals. If there's anything we're compelled to do by the Singularity, most, if not all of us, are forced into it together.

[None of what Claire says, sits right with Daisy. It's a lot to take in, especially when she's only been here for an hour tops.]

I don't know who needs to sit down more right now. You, or me.

[It hasn't passed Daisy's notice that Claire looks exhausted after healing her, and it's not surprising that Claire might've intentionally left out this part about her healing abilities.]

So this--

Whatever the Singularity is. It controls us?

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[ Claire sits at the mere hint of the suggestion. ]

The Singularity is the source of everything that magic touches. There are a few who've been on this planet who are either already compelled to do what the Singularity wants, or will willingly do whatever it needs, and we were rounded up one day by those people.

[ All told, it could've been worse. ]

I know this is likely...bloody terrifying, if we're being honest. At least it was to me. But I've been here nearly two years now, and I've learned what to lean into, and what not. At least I'd like to think I have.

[Daisy sits back down in the chair Claire had pulled out for her, bracing for the pain in her ribs only to find it no longer there. It makes it so she can focus more on what she's explaining, even if the explanation leaves her wishing as though she didn't know.]

Bloody terrifying is an understatement.

[She mutters as she's still processing this.]

Do you think powers like mine are only strengthening the hold it has its on the people here?

I wish that I knew. I wish any of us knew more than we do about the Singularity. And I'm always happy to talk about it, but if that's enough for one day, I can't say I wouldn't understand.

[ Claire takes a deep breath, deciding she might as well speak her biggest fear, because then at least Daisy will know Claire at least has suspicions. ]

I worry that this complete dependence on magic, for everything from healing to depending on it to create what we need, is going to come back to hurt us, somehow. We have no control, what if the Singularity suddenly stops working? Or what if it begins to use our connection to it, to control us?

[ She doesn't like worrying about that, mostly because it won't help anything at this point, everyone is too enmeshed. Including her, now. ]

Get to know your fellow Summond if you can. There should be a gathering soon, with food and drinks. A mixer of sorts, though I'm unsure what activities there will be. The better we all know one another, the harder it will be for something to use or manipulate us.

[ For now, Claire decides to omit speaking about the ongoing war. There's only so much a person can take on day one. ]

[Part of Daisy wants to hear everything now, but the other part is so mentally and physically exhausted that she's not sure she can take on anymore stress than she already has.

Except, she does, the moment Claire brings up a worry that Daisy hadn't dared bring up. Her throat already hurts from being choked, but it suddenly feels as though the swelling has gotten to the point that she can't breathe. Looking away from Claire, Daisy fights not to flee and instead looks up at the warmly lit ceiling. Willing the tears not to well up in her eyes.]

You don't know that.

[She finally says. It had been so easy for her to give into the manipulation, and when that was gone, Daisy begged him to take her back. The unwanted memories of Hive come flooding back, and it's become a losing battle not to let the panic take over her completely.]

[ Christ, good job, Beauchamp. She quietly chides herself, before very slowly and gently taking one of Daisy's hands between hers loosely, giving her an out if she'd rather not. ]

You're right, I don't. But I do know there are good people who would look out for you, in all three factions, if I said the word.

[ She doesn't mean to sound as if she has power, she doesn't. She only means to illustrate the bond she has with others. ]

There may be something we can't fight back against together, but until that time comes, I don't believe it.

[Daisy doesn't pull her hand back when Claire reaches out for it, but she doesn't look at her until she's manage to keep from crying.

For now.]

I don't--

[She doesn't need to be looked after. She needs to get the hell out of here, before something much bigger than all of them has control over what they say or do. She can't go through that again. The guilt is already eating away at her for what she did under Hive's control, even as those she hurt forgave her.]

You should believe it. You said it yourself, we don't know much about this thing.

And do what? Live my life how?

[ In constant worry or dread? ]

I've been through too much in my life to let this place dictate how I live. We're learning more every day, there's a young woman here who's done nothing but study the Singularity. I know others in the Free Cities who certainly know more than I do.

[ She gently squeezes Daisy's hand. ]

I'm one person. Find out what other people know, and make the decision you feel is best for you.

[So much for not wanting to hear more about this tonight. Frowning, Daisy looks down at their hands. The bruising from her powers now gone, but the lump in her throat is still there. At her core, Daisy wants nothing more than to be comforted. To feel safe. Even if she'll rarely admit to it, in fear of being rejected like she had been countless times growing up.]

Whats her name? How can I find her?

[Knowing there are people out there doing the research brings her a little relief, but not enough to truly ease the panic she's feeling at the moment.]

Her name is Julie, and you'll only be able to find her in the Horizon. I...hate to be the one to tell you yet another 'thing' about this place, but we're limited to our own factions. There is Nocwich, where we can go once per month and see others, but that's it. The rest of the time, you'll have to meet in the Horizon.

[ But this is...too much, a lot. And Claire leans forward with her elbows on her knees, meeting Daisy's gaze with her own. ]

I think you should get some rest, and then we can speak as much as you'd like. You're healed, but that doesn't change the fact your body has gone through quite a lot.

[ And truthfully, she needs to rest now, too. Michael would be proud she's admitting it, if only to herself. ]

[She's heard the name mentioned once when she had been eavesdropping earlier, but Daisy hadn't known the meaning behind it. She opens her mouth to ask another question, but Claire cuts her off. Frustration grows, but it's not at Claire. It's at this place, and at herself as well. Daisy doesn't like to be kept in the dark, and it's already clear that she won't be able to gather intel through technological means.

Pressing her lips together, she gently pries her hand from Claire's.]

I'd appreciate that.

[That they can talk about this again. She still has so many questions, and she doubts the residents here will be unbiased when it comes to how they feel about this place. Moving to stand, she braces herself for pain, but it doesn't come.]

Thank you, Claire, for everything.

[ Claire smiles, though it's small, and she begins to rise. She remembers what this was like, the confusion and fear, the bit of curiosity she couldn't help. Needing to brace a hand on the table to keep from wobbling, she notes to herself that too much healing back-to-back seems to make her weaker, faster. It makes sense, and it was worth it. ]

You're welcome, Daisy. You can come back in the morning for breakfast if you'd like, or coffee and tea if you're not fond of food in the A.M.

[ As a doctor she should push for the most important meal of the day, but she's found people are going to do what they want anyway, so she's learned not to worry about it. ]

I'll let you ask anything you want and I promise I'll answer the best that I can.

[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.]

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I've never used so much at once, and it's nothing a nap won't fix. I'm only tired, not dying.

[ But now she knows, though that doesn't necessarily mean she'll be more careful. ]

I don't mind doing my chores and talking at the same time, as long as you don't mind being outdoors all day.

[ She can talk and do most things, they don't have to be quite so formal. ]

[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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