{ OPEN } catchall for the month

[aceso]

WHO: Christine, Ellana, Minka, Julian + OPEN!
WHAT: A catchall for the month.
WHEN: whenever in Wintermarch
WHERE: various locations in Kirkwall

I'm putting starters in comments so I have a header for each character and get comments only sent to them instead of getting double comment notifs.

Also, if you'd like to work out a wildcard option, PM me or send a private plurk to megoom and we can play around with ideas.

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[judgemewhole]

He looks her up and down - in an assessing way that clearly says he is sizing her up for the armor. He frowns as he notes how skinny she is, before he looks up at her. "Normally I would say just an undershirt, but you might want to consider wearing a full shirt. As you've never worn armor like this, it will help with chafing."

He gives her another look. "... We will also have to tighten all the straps in, for awhile."

[trashlife]

"Oh, okay. Um, I don't have another shirt handy, so I'll just try it on for now." Of course, she's also going to need help there. Who knows where all these straps are supposed to sit? Not Minka, that's who.

"How do I start?"

[judgemewhole]

James watched her for a moment, both of his eyebrows shooting up with surprise. Then his gaze narrowed with ... skepticism. "Have you never put on this kind of armor?"

[trashlife]

Minka looks like a deer caught in torchlight, before she gestures back at her coat on the ground. There's no point in hiding what she is, right?

"I'm Carta. It's not like they outfit us in stuff that'll keep us alive. It's whatever's lying around. If we die, somebody will replace us. It's easier than buying good armor." And wasting it on an awful archer, but the goal here is to get paid for being an Inquisition soldier, so she's not going to reveal that.

[judgemewhole]

He stared for a moment, before he exhaled slowly. He moved forward to her, tapping her shoulders. "First, you cinch the straps on the shoulders until it feels comfortably tight. You want a little breathing room."

A pause, before he stated firmly, "You are not replaceable. None of us are."

[trashlife]

She doesn't shrink away when he touches her, but her body definitely tenses at the physical contact. Swallowing hard, she grabs the armor and puts it on, working her fingers under the first shoulder strap to pull it out and then pull it back through on a further notch in the leather.

"That the Inquisition motto or something," she asks distractedly, either because she's focusing on this strap or because the conversation is uncomfortable and she really doesn't want to have it. Maybe it's a bit of both. He doesn't know her. He doesn't know that she has very little value. This is just the sort of thing that people who want to be liked say so people think they care, right? It's what Minka would do.

[judgemewhole]

He finishes doing the shoulder straps and then stands back, so she can do the rest. "Just slip them between the metal claps. Along the sides there. You can pull the laces tight there and there, to get things finished."

He snorts softly, "It's one of mine - something that I have garnered since I came here. It has seen me through some dark times."

[trashlife]

Bending her head, she continues tightening the straps. Since it's dwarf-sized armor, Minka doesn't end up with a huge excess of leather straps, but it's cinched in more than most dwarves would need to. But already she's been gorging herself at every meal and taking extra back to her room to hide. Soon she'll have the same shape as the average dwarf woman.

"Yeah? And words help?" She isn't sure why she's asking. It's not like she thinks saying a motto will get her through dark times.