• OPEN •

[carmesi]

Who: the summoned in solvunn
When: january
Where: primary settlement area
What: a little mingle
Warnings: tba

[ ooc: this is an open log so please feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! feel free to assume your character was invited or told about the invitation to be with the other summoned (or to get free food; please, carmy is stress cooking). and have them just show up. you can always assume your character has heard it through word of mouth, and the locals will be happy to point your character in the right direction. feel free to use this log for any other in-settlement situation or wildcard it. ]

A. WINTER WELCOME

The current avalanche of the wrong Summoned into Solvunn is greeted by a rather cold and bleak winter morning. The locals are quick to try and help, offering lodgings and warm clothes for those that otherwise prefer to explore instead of staying inside. Those originally summoned into Solvunn are likely to be around, lending a helping hand should it be needed.

Despite the odd circumstance of arrival, the Summoned are not kept to one singular place. They are free to explore the place and become acquainted with the locals. One could stay in the Primary Settlement, venture towards the many different shops and homes and farms; venture a little further out towards the inn, or to the lakes where the treehouse is; or make the proper travel arrangements to go to the Secondary and Tertiary Settlements. They will be welcomed in all the settlements in a similar fashion, and—as is customary with the Summoned—be asked to help around, be it with repairs, finding lost livestock, checking up on shrines, and any other task to help abate the woes of winter and the trouble caused by the earthquake.

One warning remains the same, though: do not stray away from the paths. There are monsters out there beyond the border of the settlements, so it would be best to travel in pairs, or stay within the realm of safety.

B. TREEHOUSE PIT STOP

The fate of the Summoned in Solvunn, like in the other territories, is not to be too far away from one another. The commune is small, though, which allows for a stronger bond; now, with so many gone and swapped elsewhere, it's a little more difficult to know where they are all at, currently, within this territory. Wanda tosses the idea around, to get people to come to the treehouse to know of the place. It's closest to the Primary Settlement, and, from here, the Summoned can find a path to wherever they deem best to go to—back to the Primary Settlement, towards the inn, or maybe even further south towards the Secondary Settlement.

The newly arrived Summoned are free to explore the space. They can step into the garden and explore the edges of the forest, or even greet Eli the goat and Clover the horse out in their sheds, though they will expect an apple or another treat for their troubles. An orange cat will follow the new strangers about, curious, and demanding attention, or even leading them further inside the treehouse. It is warm and cozy inside, and the different stairs will lead up to the different floors, doors opening up onto balconies and towards walkways across trees, to netted landings to look about. In the main house, some rooms are locked, but Wanda will let everyone know that they are welcome to make use of the amenities and to sit around if they want.

Something smells really good, coming from the kitchen, though. Carmy has been here for a couple of hours, cooking his anxiety away. Stepping inside the kitchen, snacks can be taken, but outside will be an area set apart, thick blankets streaming down the ceiling to enclose the space and keep the winter cold from affecting the dining experience ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ). Anyone can come and go, sit down, and then step away; a hearth at the side keeps the inside warm enough to cozy up.

C. WILDCARD

You are in Solvunn now. Live your best goatcult life while you're here.

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carmy berzatto | the bear — OTA.

[emulsions]

[ Okay, yes, Carmy might've gone, he might've gone a little overboard, but here's the thing: first of all, he doesn't know what the hell is going on (feels like he hasn't known what the hell's going on for the past year); second of all, nobody in this place is nickel and diming ingredients. In fact, they're just shoving it at him, like he's the Second Coming, and all Carmy can think of to do is cook.

So that's what he does.

He cooks a fuckton.

And now there's an insane feast, and God, a sneaking feeling is beginning to creep up on him that all of this, it's, uh—kind of looks a lot? Like Christmas at Mom's?

Minus the chaos. So that's important. Right? He's trying really fucking hard not to bring the chaos with him into the Maximoff house. They've got a cool little place, they've been kind enough to let him sleep on their couch (or the floor, depending on if the cat gets there first) so—

Anyway, you can find him:

— serving the food behind the table like he's working (he sort of is)
— having a smoke behind the treehouse or by a flowerpatch
— squatting off to the side and giving the household cat some scratches
— turning down all the mead and wine the neighborhood keeps trying to give him

But, if you wanna chat, he'll be receptive. ]

[seaweedbrain]

[ Percy is still getting used to Solvunn. It's not a whole lot different from Thorne once you've been outside of the castle proper, and he's still got some residual memories from his time spent as a god wandering around the lands ... but there are still different customs, different clothes, and all of his stuff and the horses are back at the castle.

That said, Percy's used to being flung to and from different places and expected to land on his feet — like a globe-trotting cat or something — and it's extra awesome when there are familiar faces around.

Like Carmy's. ]

Did you do all this? [ Hey, man.

He gestures to the breadth of food offerings available, eyes wide. ] Dude, it's crazy impressive.

[carmesi]

( wanda has decided that she'd leave carmy to his own devices when it comes to preparing food. he had started small, with some snacks, but quickly started making more and more dishes, taking minimal breaks, and it seemed to her that this is something he really needed to do as he acclimated to the new place.

in all that time, she would check up on him, make sure he was alright, drinking water and taking a few breaks, or asking him about what he was making—keep him from spiraling in his head and to voice things out.

she knows what anxiety looks like; she herself was feeling the stress of the situation and trying to keep as busy as possible.

at one moment, climbing down the steps into the kitchen, she finds that he's not there; there is nothing on the stove, nor on the fire, and the counters were clean without anything prepared for cooking. it is dot who leads her to him, out in the garden, having a smoke. she picks up the cat when the path ends, for dot is not a big fan of stepping on snow. )

I get the feeling you will run out of them soon.

( cigarettes, that is.

she rubs lightly at dot's back, as the cat moves to press against her chest, front paws on her shoulder. )

Do you think you're ready for a tour of the treehouse? I'd hope it went without saying that you are welcome to stay here.

[sophos]

[ far be it from a teenager to not be lured in by the smell of food. annabeth does try to resist until it seems like it's finished, because it's not like she'll be any use in the kitchen, but when she spies the cat wander in, it sets forth her own tug to follow. a cat AND food, it can't go wrong, and she lets herself go with it. ]

[ she slinks into the kitchen and for the first moment finds it weirdly empty, before she hears a faint noise and peers around the table with the absolutely delicious looking roster of food, to where carmy is petting the cat. ]

So, is this like, buffet style?

[punctually]

[ when wanda and peter brought carmy to the treehouse and got him settled, she'd taken peter aside and told him to let carmy do his thing. 'his thing' being cooking, which peter had obviously known, and he didn't need wanda to essentially tell him to stop making carmy anxious because peter knew about that, too. but it's fine, he can be discreet; wanda clearly has checking in on carmy handled, and it's not as if peter doesn't have a shortage of things to do. so he leaves carmy alone, lets him do his thing, occasionally stopping by to steal bites of whatever food he's made under the guise of taste-testing.

but whenever carmy allows himself a smoke break, or whenever wanda manages to pull him away for a few minutes, peter slips into the kitchen and gets to work: he washes all the used pots and pans and plates, wiping down the counters and cleaning whatever spills carmy may have missed. the cool thing about having super speed is that it all takes him less than two minutes, and by the time carmy wanders back into the kitchen each time, it looks nice and clean and ready for him to use again.

on his third round back in, however, carmy will find an open bottle of coke waiting for him. peter himself is leaning against the counter stuffing his face with one of the bundt cakes he made earlier, and nods to carmy in greeting. ]

This is like, one of the best things you've made. Not as good as the Twinkies, but still really good.

jaskier; hilda.

[emulsions]

[ It's maybe a day, two days? Later, that Carmy gets what he can only figure is some kind of summon, passed to him from neighbor to neighbor like a game of telephone. Guess that's what happens when you can't send an email.

He can't say he's surprised his food caught somebody's attention. That's the only thing he's ever got that catches people attention. And, you know, he's good with that. It's giving him something to do other than take up more space in Wanda's kitchen.

So he throws on a fur coat, the type straight out of the Viking age, and asks the locals to point him to the meeting spot: the little bar, or tavern, or whatever. Inside, it's dim, lit only by candles and a roaring fire. Smells like mead and damp wood.

He's got his hands jammed into his pockets, peering through the crowd for the face he's supposed to be looking for. Janus? Josef? Fuck. Is that right? Does he have that right? Oh no. Shit. What the hell was his name— ]

james sunderland — silent hill 2 — the hermit

[hurtling]

— treehouse pit stop

( although no one invited him in particular, james did hear about this gathering from some of the remaining natives and through whispers of others. the urge to turn to his worst method of coping was far too strong and kept growing with each day that he was here. he figured it was best to actually go out and socialize with others to avoid falling into that hole again. even if he didn't make for the best conversationalist, he could at the very least try and be helpful.

so while he seemed a bit rough around the edges, bags heavier than ever under his eyes, at the very least he seemed a bit more approachable than in the past. he seemed to be going around the treehouse by himself, observing the garden and watching as an orange cat roamed about in circles, cycling around and around until james finally approached it, leading him inside.

once there he walked around rather distracted, taking in the sights, smells of warm food in the kitchen until he finally found himself outside near the dining table and he was forced to realize that he didn't really know anyone here too much. it seemed that his branding- the hermit was rather fitting.

it was then that he came to a rather embarrassing decision; should he stay and try and speak to these people or should he just go? making connections and reaching out to others wasn't something he was very good at after all. however before he truly could, he was being handed a large serving tray with food and being roped into the role of waiter.

so much for keeping a low profile. )

Uh....did anyone order the beef stew?

( he said, making a joke for the first time in what seemed like decades. )

— the search

( deep down inside james knew this was a futile endeavor. there was a voice inside of him that said she wasn't here, the dead could not be brought back to life, even in a place like this were magic and strange looking creatures that acted like humans roamed. yet there was a guilt that chained him every time he brushed those thoughts aside—

after all, he had gone out his way to join the military in the free cities for the sake of being able to explore and keep an eye out for mary. yet here in this new territory, he was just a man on an obsessive mission.

to find his mary. so while others seemed to be struck in awe or in panic over their familiars being left behind, james seemed rather intrigued about his new circumstance. it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to ask around for his wife, even if most of the people here weren't from here technically. )

Excuse me? Hi.....My name is James and I have a question to ask you.

( if you're one of the unfortunate people who happen to be near him while he's exploring the primary settlement, particularly what remains of the marketplace, james will not hesitate to approach you. as awkward as he could be. )

— wildcard

( feel free to reply with your own starter or if you'd prefer a closed one, feel free to contact me at fuels or pinkwestwood (@) discord. )

the search ;

[seaweedbrain]

[ It's unfortunate for James that the person he just so happens to approach for a question is someone who probably wouldn't have the answers he's looking for.

Still, it's with a pleasant enough nod and an approachable demeanor that Percy — in the midst of his own explorations of this place, and yikes the marketplace looks a little bit sad, doesn't it? — welcomes conversation.

He's not sure he's ever seen this guy before, but then again he's not from here so ... ]

Yeah, sure. Hi. Shoot.

treehouse

[assembles]

[ As it turns out, there's at least one person here who James will recognize. Who would have thought that it was in Solvunn of all places that their paths would cross again? Outside of brief encounters at the Sarstina, that is.

So when James wanders outside holding a container of stew and calls out like he's a waiter in a restaurant, Steve's relieved to see that he's in a decent enough mood to make a joke. Abraxas hasn't made things easy for James, given that he got thrown to Solvunn only just as he was getting settled in Cadens. ]

I did, actually.

[ Steve lifts a hand. After years spent living in a desert, it's been odd to come somewhere this cold. Not that he feels the temperatures as much as a regular human, but still, a warm hearty meal would hit the spot right about now.

He gestures James over, hoping he'll take a seat across from him at the picnic-style table. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

wildcard-ish!

[carmesi]

( while in the treehouse, it's impossible for things to go unnoticed for wanda. be it because it's a space she is very familiar with, or because of bewitched artifacts that seem common household items, the new faces in solvunn that pass through here are not something that go amiss for her.

it is for this reason that she recognizes a quiet soul in james, who seems more taciturn than the rest, and seeming a little out of depth with the group of people within.

she approaches him with a singular and simple intent; hands holding onto a rather thick fur coat, her steps towards him are solid and her words steady as she blocks his path. )

I think this will fit you.

( many of those who came from the free cities are hardly equipped for the winter faced in solvunn. )

We've gotten a few of these from the locals in the settlement.

— closed

[hurtling]

( after a long day of getting roped into other affairs and somehow ending up with (1) lovely coat, james finally made time to find out where exactly this red house was and to try and find a cat that didn't belong to someone already. nanaue, or nana as james had named him seemed like a rather strange fellow, but given that their conversation was purely through what he called 'magical text', it was hard to figure out what to expect.

eventually he did make his way to the house, a small kitten he found in hand and soon he was knocking. although secretly, deep inside he knew this person wasn't going to find mary he still had to hope. on the upside, he did decide that as long as this person wasn't going to harm the cat, he would still give it to him. hopefully he wasn't looking for a specific cat. )

treehouse

[thearchangel]

If no one did, I'll take it off your hands...

[Oh thank everything, another familiar face. Maybe this won't be as bad as he'd thought. The cold, though? The cold is horrendous and he absolutely hates it. There are ice chunks on his plating, and even in the treehouse, it's taking a while to melt. Stupid biology.]

[He's also swathed in as many layers as possible, all belted and held together into a makeshift parka. He looks a lot bulkier than usual. A little like a kid in their first puffy coat.]

[Though none of that stops him from indicating James is welcome to crash on the bench with him. Nearest a heat source as possible.]

hilda goneril 💕 fire emblem: three houses 💕 ota

[theidlemaiden]

🎀 we're not in the desert anymore, toto.

[ Abraxas really does love keeping them on their toes. Hilda fully expects to walk through the portal from the Nether back into the desert - except the ground she steps onto isn't sand. It's mud. And while one of her trunks came with her, the two men that she had stepped through the portal with aren't there.

But there are goats. Lots and lots of goats.

The stark change in what she expected - sandstone buildings sprawling up into the sky, bustle, advancement and technology - has been replaced with a landscape filled with quaint farmland and cottages blanketed with snow that aren't so dissimilar to the lands in Fodlan. It's so startling that as she takes another step her foot sinks, the muddy field sucking her boot deeper into the ground. What happens next is natural. Suddenly off balance she teeters and without anything to hold onto to steady herself she falls face first into the mud.

Still in some level of shock she lies there a moment before slowly peeling herself from the mud before wiping it from her face. Her lower lip begins to quiver before a beat later she lets out a loud wail. If you hear a symphony of what sounds like goats bleating and crying it's because you do. What better way to welcome the mud covered pink-haired woman to Goat City than the goats joining her in her crying? ]

🎀 winter welcome.

[ Long after she cleans herself up and dries her tears, Hilda can be found settling into life in Solvunn as best she can. Her bright pink hair naturally causes a bit of a stir with the locals and the children seem especially enamored with her. Somehow in her wandering, and perhaps unsurprising to anyone that knows her, she's made a quick friend of Laurel, the tailor's apprentice who shows her around the town's marketplace, introducing her to all of the clothing-related merchants. She can be found in the marketplace browsing and purchasing the natural fabrics on sale or at Knit Wit crooning over Alenir's handiwork.

While there's nothing she can do about the stark lack of technology, she finds ways to keep busy. Most days she can be found in Ed's Inn where she's made a home for herself in a corner of the inn and can often be found furiously embordering or sewing thanks to a borrowed (commandeered) sewing machine. Everything she seems to be churning out are not clothes, but rather accessories and decor for the inn from pillow cases to curtains for the windows. If everything seems intentionally nautical themed, it's because it is. It's a little more rustic than her usual style but they fit with the inn's coziness and is a nod to the previous owner's life on the sea. She's more than happy to chat while she works or she might even wave you over for an opinion.

Hilda holds up her latest creation, a tapestry of some sort that depicts a fight between a large half-kraken, half-bearded man and a giant racoon. Quite seriously she'll ask - ]

Do you think I need to make the racoon look more menacing?

🎀 treehouse pitstop.

[ Thank the Goddess for friends. It takes no time at all for Hilda to settle into one of the empty rooms in the Treehouse; despite what decorum stated, she had quickly taken up Wanda's offer to stay with her and frankly, a familiar face is exactly what Hilda needs in this time of uncertainty.

When Wanda isn't there and Hilda is, Hilda happily plays the part of bubbly host for any Summoned that might wander by. She might even offer to introduce you to a card game called Triple Triad if you find yourself bored and wanting something to pass the time away (just be sure not to get hustled by her. Those doe-eyes can be deceiving). If you find yourself idling, she might also bustle in like the pink hurricane she is holding a piece of clothing. Don't be worried about the way her eyes brighten immediately upon seeing you whether you're a stranger or not. It's probably fine. ]

Oh, you look like you'll fit perfectly! Do you mind helping me with something?

[ And on the rare occasion she can be found quietly staring out the window with Dot the orange cat curled up in her lap apparently a little deep in thought. ]

🎀 wildcard.

[ Everything from Horizon visits to other things can be dropped below! I'll be using this as her general catch-all for the month as well. ]

winter welcome ;

[seaweedbrain]

[ Percy comes into the main area of the inn from after checking out the (currently unmanned) gift shop area and all of its weird bits, bobs, and likely cursed trinkets. It's not like he really intends to stick around the inn for long or anything, but it's the glimpse of all the nautical stuff being embroidered (and the whole craft reminding him of his mom) and then the tapestry itself that catches his attention.

It's kind of hard not to.

Whatever the pink-haired lady is working on is kind of insane. But like, in the best way. He makes his way over, real cool like, and finds a perch on a nearby seat to observe her work but still keep a polite distance. ]

Uh ... is he supposed to be more menacing? I kinda feel like all bets are off when you've got a raccoon that big. It looks really good though, seriously.

treehouse

[assembles]

[ Steve doesn't grant himself much in the way of downtime, but on the other hand, there isn't all that much too do in this sleepy farm town. It's a stark contrast from Cadens, and while he's not good at slowing down or relaxing, this place is almost forcing him.

He's been out most of the day searching for escaped livestock, but once the sun goes down it's difficult to do too much. So he's circled back to the treehouse, but it looks like all the chores were already taken care of, meaning that he has little option but to take it easy.

He does that with a sketchbook that Wanda rustled up for him, sitting in one of the treehouse's window seats as he doodles idly. Dot has even come to curl up with him, although he flies off of Steve's legs where he'd curled up when Hilda bursts in, yes, like a hurricane.

Steve manages not to startle, but he sets the sketchbook down, sending her an unsure look when he notes what she's holding. ]

Maybe. [ What is this, Hilda. ] What's up?

this is for all those edits

[carmesi]

( the first night of these new guests was a little strange to wrap her head around; the treehouse wasn't always quiet, but this added a new layer of new noises, sounds, new schedules these people led their lives by. it made for quite a rough night to consolidate her sleep, but wanda didn't want to escape the new warmth in her bed and exchange it for restlessness.

the second night, however, she tries to push past her own clambering ideas of discomfort and spend a little time allowing for the strangeness to become familiar.

which is why she reaches the room hilda has been invited to claim as her own; the ladder up is a bit of a rough hurdle, and the hallway to the living space a bit cold, but it's warm once wanda finds the bed, finds her friend, and allows herself under the blankets, rousing hilda from whatever ounce of sleep she might have been able to have reached; the candles were still lit, so it gives wanda reason to believe she wasn't fully asleep yet. the embrace is comfortable, wanda reaching for one of hilda's hands to hold. )

Are you feeling better?

( hilda had sure been found crying with the goats when she first arrived.... )

goats

[spikyheaded]

[One would think that being in Solvunn for a couple of months would help then get used to the goats and their constant bleating. But one would be wrong about that.

Cloud winces at the noise coming from the field as he passes by, chocobo and its reins in hand, as another goat following closely behind him. He's unsure what set off this group of goats, but when he turns to investigate, he hears the distinct sound of someone wailing alongside them before he spots the shock of pink in the middle of the herd. He only knows one person who looked like that...

Hearing the cacophony a stone's throw away, the goat with him begin crying as well.]

You didn't have to—

[Instead of finishing his train of thought, he sighs deeply and makes his way over amidst the chaos. Once close enough, he offers her a hand to get on her feet, should she choose to take it.]

You aren't planning on sitting there all day, are you?

wanda maximoff • ota!

[carmesi]

( A ) WINTER WELCOME˖

( it is not quite so simple for wanda to sort out her feelings regarding those summoned who don't get to return to solvunn through the portal. it leaves her feeling abysmally alone to realize that most of the solvunn summoned, her roommates included, don't return, but that feeling is quickly tucked away by the thrill (or anxiety?) of finding familiar displaced faces coming through instead.

she wanders about the primary settlement, finding summoned from other factions, and gently steering them towards where to stay or where to go, depending on their wants and needs.

wanda pulls her scarf, a gift, closer to herself, over the back of her head, as the biting cold of winter reaching up to her ears; she steps off the path and towards a stray summoned. she places a hand on their back, gently, and moves towards their peripheral vision. )

Hey. We should probably get you out of the cold.

( B ) TREEHOUSE PIT STOP˖

( the treehouse is empty, now, without its other three occupants around. wanda has made a point of locking up rocket's rooftop workshop and keeping both himeka and robin's rooms shut for the time being. regardless, every other space within the treehouse is available, and soon as she gets back, she will be creating doors that open into larger room-spaces, with beds and bureaus, if only to offer a space to stay for those who don't want to venture too far out of the primary settlement yet. should someone want a tour of the place, now is the time.

besides, if it gives others a sense of having a place to come to after a day's worth of work, then so be it.

the kitchen is currently carmy's domain, so wanda only steps inside to check that he's not about to drop from exhaustion or in case he needs something. she can be found in the living room, organizing spare clothes that were given by the locals, and folding them into neat piles. they're mostly woolen coats, scarves, shawls, or trousers, fit for the cold. she figures she can give some of these to tifa to keep at the inn, while distributing what she can while here.

even with everything going on, there are still chores to be done in the treehouse. wanda makes her way to the garden to move snow out of the way of the path leading to the shed and barn; then, she brings basketfuls of food to the animals there, a few ducks following after her. wanda can do these things on her own, but wouldn't mind the company, or assistance, even as she carries a basket of clothes and linens and towels to wash down to the underground pantry where the hot water from the sauna connects to through some magical piping work. wanda doesn't mind, either, going around people—her guests—to arrange their sleeping arrangements. it's a way to keep things around here normal, following routine, even if the circumstances are so different now.

wanda can be found, too, at the shore of one of the lakes, bringing in bucketfuls of icy cold water, and keeping general maintenance of the surrounding area.

an orange cat seems to be following her around most of the time, unless it gets distracted with other people and new scents. )

( C ) THE WORLD BEYOND˖

( there is work to be done in the secondary settlement, that of finding lost livestock and helping with some repairs to houses sustained by the quakes. wanda will be very particular about grabbing at chickens that have fled the coop, and is currently holding one in her arms; it shifts its head from side to side, but seems otherwise content at the warmth. )

One chicken, three to go...

( the one chant she offers to herself as she steps over mounds of snow and back towards the path towards one of the farms.

but the secondary settlement is not the only one that has suffered because of the quakes and the general disarray. locals worry about the state of shrines in the woods, and so wanda will make a couple of trips to the shrines to check on them, or to provide aid to any newcomers who may be a touch out of their depth is arranging them. as for herself, there is one shrine in the tertiary settlement that she will work on fixing—the shrine to her patron god. there are piles of snow atop the stonework of the altar. wanda steps out the back door of her little shop, with a basketful of materials and utensils. her horse, clover, waiting just under the eave, snorts in slight surprise at the emergence of someone else down the path.

wanda stops, considers the other summoned. )

Are you looking for the Tertiary Settlement, or did you intentionally look to get lost?

( she sets the basket down, stepping closer onto a tree, hand pressed to its bark. )

( D ) WILDCARD˖

( want wanda anywhere doing literally anything else? hmu! )

( D )

[catholica]

( solvunn. he was in solvunn now. after so many months of threatening it, here he was. he had not messaged wanda to let her know, trying to see how she would take it a surprise.

there was no going back now, he was here, and he was sure she'd protest but he had no regrets about this.

matt asks some people that he runs into about where the main part of this settlement is and that's where he heads, finding his way to the primary part of solvunn. if she's not here, he'l have to find her home but fortunately for him, he spots her.

matt moves to come up behind her and taps her shoulder. )

Wanda.

( B )

[assembles]

[ Steve's more or less hardwired to wake up early, and that hasn't changed now that he's in Solvunn. The only difference is that he isn't sure how the locals would react to him going on a run. They probably wouldn't care, but still, everything here feels so different from Cadens.

Thankfully, there are still chores to do. Farm chores, which will feed his need to exert himself. He's noticed by now that Wanda will wake up early to tend to the animals, and while she's probably used to doing it by herself, the work will go faster with two sets of hands.

And some paws, since Dot follows after him as he bundles up and leaves the treehouse to join Wanda outside. The cat seems to have taken a liking to him, probably because he's usually calm and quiet. ]

How can I help?

[ He glances to a dwindling pile of firewood. It might not be a bad idea to shore that up, and for a moment a distant memory of a day spent at Clint's homestead floats back to him. ]

c / the world beyond

[diametrically]

[ With none of his usual business to attend to, Cassian wastes no time integrating himself amongst the people of Solvunn. There's a lighter air about him than how he carries himself in Nott mostly due to the fact that they can't be watched by the eyes of the Crown. Though to say that he's completely at ease would be a stretch of the word.

At least there's plenty to do and keep busy. That, and he has his own agenda. Though even with his own agenda that doesn't override the fact that there is something pleasant about spending time with friends that he doesn't get to see very often. Which is exactly how he finds himself assisting Wanda collecting chickens.

He emerges from the bushes with a much more irate chicken tucked under his arm where it can't peck at his fingers. ]

Make that two. [ The black hen in his arm clucks loudly and he barely casts a glance down towards it. ] Good thing I wore thicker gloves.

steve rogers | mcu | ota

[assembles]

a. treehouse pit stop

[ It did not take long for Wanda to find Steve and show him around, giving him both a brief tour of the Primary Settlement and then of the treehouse that he's heard so much about. While it's a shame that Rocket and the other residents of this place aren't currently here, at least Wanda still is, like a port in the storm.

It also doesn't take long for her to recruit him into helping with all the work that needs to be done now that there's been an influx of Summoned from Thorne and Cadens. She must know that he does best when he has a task at hand, and so he helps out around the treehouse with chores such as sorting and distributing clothing, setting out food and doing dishes, making up beds, and even chopping firewood. It's cold, after all, and quite a few of the treehouse rooms need to be heated with how many of them are staying here.

He does find moments of downtime even so, pausing to eat a plate of fresh-cooked food in the outdoor patio area or to give the treehouse cat some attention. If he sees anyone else who he can tell is out of place and maybe a little shellshocked as a result, he'll nod to them, ready and willing to chat to try and set them at ease as best he can. ]

b. out and about

[ Naturally, Steve's desire to help doesn't stop at the treehouse. He's heard about all of the animals that have gone missing, and while it sounds like other people have been working on searching for them, he figures that the people here will take all the help they can get.

So he'll head out, unconcerned about the warning of potential dangers. If he runs into any monsters, he's more than capable, and so his search for the missing livestock extends outside the settlements on the paths between the Primary and Secondary, and anywhere where he's heard talk that a missing goat or horse or chicken might have been spotted.

Not that he's stubborn about bringing along a buddy, and if someone offers to come up with him or catches up with him while he's looking around, he'll gladly welcome them to help out. Two pairs of eyes and ears is better than one, after all. (Even if one of those pairs belongs to a super-soldier.)

He's also practiced in helping with the construction side of things, and while the houses and buildings here are nothing like in the Free Cities, he still has enough experience and enough muscle to help with the repairs. He works quietly and diligently for the most part, but won't say no to some help or company with this either. ]

c. wildcard

[ Steve will be generally wandering around and taking everything in, so I'm open to him running into people anywhere! You can toss anything at me, but if you want to plot out something specific, find me at demonology or on discord @ demonology. ]

b - repairs

[thearchangel]

[It's so damned cold. It's cold and it's horrible. There are icicles on his plating. But moving helps. Keeping busy helps. At least if he generates body heat by moving, he doesn't have to camp out indoors. It also keeps his mind off things.]

[Granted, he didn't really expect a familiar face to be hauling supplies for this rebuild project.]

Steve? [At least he thinks so, with the heavier clothing people have to wear in this weather. Garrus himself has strapped blankets and furs together into something resembling a turian-sized parka.] Is that you?

tifa lockhart | final fantasy vii | ota

[suplexer]

a. treehouse pit stop

[ Tifa's been running around almost all day, including a trip made out to Aloy's compound and then a stop by the chocobo ranch, but she does her best not to look harried as she arrives at the treehouse. She's already had people like Peter scolding her for taking on too much and overworking herself, but she's got plenty of experience with working from dawn until dusk and juggling a variety of things from her time working in Midgar.

This is nothing. Really!

Either way, she arrives at the treehouse — slightly before the sun has gone down, thankfully — at the reins of a chocobo wagon. Two of the bright yellow birds of burden pull it, and they wark happily as they reach their destination. She doesn't have a decent mean of stabling them, so tying them to the garden's fence will have to do for now.

When she makes it inside, she is quick to greet everyone and introduce herself, then explains that anyone who wants to go to Ed's inn for lodgings is free to take the chocobo wagon. (She may have forgotten that most people here have no idea what a chocobo is...)

She's even written down on parchment the directions from the treehouse to the inn, to hopefully make things simpler for everyone. ]

I'm going to head there myself now, so anyone who wants to come along is free to do so. I'll bring the wagon back in the morning.

[ It might take some convincing to get her to take a seat and eat something before she loads up the wagon with clothing Wanda donated and continues on. ]

b. ed's inn

[ And, true to her word from that first day when everyone had been in a panic, Tifa makes sure to watch over the inn for anyone who might need to make use of it. She's most often found behind the bar, and if anyone wanders in, she'll greet them with a smile. ]

Hey! [ And, if they haven't yet met: ] I'm Tifa. I'm glad you found your way here.

[ She'll offer to make them a drink, allowing her to stretch her bartender skills with any requests. Thanks to all the magic-users here, she does have a pretty full bar, though some rarer spirits and garnishes might be too much to ask.

She'll also ask if they plan to stay the night. She's made up most of the rooms already and also has some clothing that Wanda gave her to distribute to anyone who needs some extra threads. As a good host she'll also give a brief tour of the inn, happy to answer any and all questions.

Once again, it might not be a bad idea to convince her to take a load off. She just wants to make sure that everyone's taken care of, playing into her assigned arcana sign maybe a little too much.

But if this is what she can do to help, she'll do it happily. ]

c. wildcard

[ Tifa might also go out on errands to pick up supplies, make other trips out to Aloy's compound, etc! Toss me a starter or hit me up at demonology or demonology @ discord if you want to plot something out. ]

wildcard-ish

[carmesi]

( wanda arrives one day to the inn, where she knows she'll find tifa (peter told her, after she found him just arrived at the treehouse). it would be easier for wanda just to have him do this for her, but despite knowing how his speed works, the last thing she wants to do is to overwork him.

getting down from her horse, wanda brings him close to the side area, just under an outcropping of the roof, and ties clover close to a pail of water and some hay. she'll wrap him in a blanket later, once he has cooled off from the ride, and instead pulls off bags that she slings over her shoulders—making her way around and inside the inn.

warmth greets her after she knocks the snow off her boots against the outside wall, damp prints of her boots following her into the interior. )

I've got some clean clothes, towels, and blankets for you, Tifa. Some toiletries, too.

( the commune serves to aid everyone, but it seems as if, between the two of them, these two women have found a smaller commune within each other, willing to share this responsibility while the others are gone.

rubbing at her brow, wanda takes off her scarf and moves towards the counter, setting it down. )

Have you got some water?

Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect | Justice OTA

[thearchangel]

WINTER WELCOME
[Snow. There's so much snow, and of course he ends up in the place where there's the most of it. He's already got his plates up over being cut off from familiar faces, familiar haunts and the most important person in the galaxy, but this is just adding insult to injury. Not to mention he wasn't dressed for this kind of crap.]

[There are icicles on his mandible. He's wrapped up in blankets and belts because like hell does anyone here have a coat that can fit him. But he really can't sit idle. He'll be out helping with repairs as much as possible. Moving helps you keep warm, right?]

[If asked to help with the livestock, he'll give whoever asks a flat look, skeptical as hell.]

I had a rough enough time with the people here, the animals are just going to run further.


TREEHOUSE PIT STOP
[Eventually, someone pointed him at the Treehouse. A Summoned hub? Something like that? Not that they aren't out and about, too, but it'd be nice to check in. Maybe there's even a tailor or something or - ]

[It's warm in the area he finds his way to. It's so warm, he has to sit down and take a deep inhale of air that doesn't freeze his lungs. Not that the houses or inn are freezing, but this is so much better, he needs a minute to process.]

Damn. I'm never taking heating units for granted again.

[Eventually, he'll look into what smells good, or fall asleep sitting upright in the warm environment. Like a dork. And be appropriately embarrassed when he realizes what happened.]


wildcard;
( Feel free to come at me with anything! I'm at redfirelight ! )

Winter Welcome

[nadine_he_loves]

[Nadine is already bundled up in furs, including a heavy hood she has pulled up snugly. Cadens may get cooler in winter - certainly at night - but it's at worst chilly. Not what she, raised in New Hampshire, would consider cold.

Here, it's cold.

It's both uncomfortable and nostalgic. The winters of her childhood had been like this. At least as far as the weather goes.]

I don't know, a two legged shark man lives here, so I think the animals are pretty used to the weird.

[She's been doing what she can to help, it's in her nature. And a doctor is always useful. But at the moment she's taking a break to make sure everyone else is taking care of themselves, and offers a steaming mug of hot cider to Garrus.]

Here, you look like you could use it.

Nadine Cross | The Stand | The World - OTA

[nadine_he_loves]

Treehouse

[Nadine takes no convincing to head to the gathering of Summoned. She's not so thrown off as others, she's visited Solvunn once before. It hadn't been for long, and she'd been there to work, but it's not an entirely foreign place.

It has changed, though. And she's still disoriented and worried about home - her animals, her practice, her shop. Her gardens. She knows she'll be able to find someone to look after them, but she's still going to worry. Thank god she'd hired another doctor for the offices. Things will be taken care of. For the moment, she's here.

She's already bundled up in layers of white and gray furs over a thick woolen dress and tunic. The Solvunnites have been welcoming and generous, at least.

The same can be said of the Summoned. She can be found eagerly partaking of the amazing food She makes no attempt to be ladylike, digging in with abandon. Getting displaced works up an appetite.

She'll also be found outside, a bit away from the main gathering, smoking something that certainly isn't tobacco. A lucky stroke she'd had her bag with her, and all of her on the go medical supplies. Her nerves need the herbal soothing.

She's more than happy to crouch down to pet the cat that's wandering about, as much for the comfort as to warm her hands in soft fur. Eventually, she's going to have figure out what to do while she's here...]

[carmesi]

( sometimes, dot just so happens to be a beacon for finding lost individuals who can serve as volunteers for jobs that wanda needs to do. it's a little difficult to ascertain who would be willing, now that the majority of the solvunn summoned have been tossed around the different territories, but the summoned—in general—are very open to getting work done.

the majority, anyway. )

Hey, you busy?

( the cat purrs loudly, tail raised, and hopping over closer to wanda. he's expecting treats.

wanda looks at the woman proper, now that her attention is on her— )

Nadine — right?