justashotaway: (75.)
laura kinney ([personal profile] justashotaway) wrote in [community profile] faderift2020-02-23 02:55 pm

time hurries on.

WHO: laura, misc.
WHAT: miscellaneous threads that should happen, starters in comments
WHEN: wintermarch, guardian, maybe into drakonis????
WHERE: mostly the gallows/kirkwall
NOTES: content tbd. if there's something we should do, please lmk (PM, plurk, or disco), and i'll be happy to write a starter!
libratus: (and if we die)

[personal profile] libratus 2020-03-02 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
It's a welcome change, to hear such a request in his native language after so many months of Trade. Even if the voice isn't familiar on its own, his expression warms for it before he even opens the door.

Then a pale, tired face and dark robes fill the newly opened space. In Nevarran as well, "Mistress Kint, isn't it? Please, come in."
libratus: (133)

[personal profile] libratus 2020-04-02 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," A startled smile, "You shouldn't have, but thank you."

Accepting the bag, Ilias weighs the oranges curiously before taking a peek inside after— aha. Convenient and delicious. He backs further into the room, gesturing to a chair at the worktable. The room itself is, thankfully, fairly clean at present, and a spiced incense lingers in the air to mask the scent of anything unpleasant.

"Are you very busy? Can you spare a moment to join me?"
libratus: (oft my wandering heart is lured)

[personal profile] libratus 2020-06-21 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," he replies, busying his hands for a moment with the search for a small clean knife, a cutting board in lieu of plates to set between them. Two clay mugs emerge from some shelf or other. "Truth be told, I am simply glad we were able to intervene."

The little sweet roll, he takes from the bag and slices neatly down the middle, placing one half in front of Laura before sliding her a mug as well. The tea is little more than herbs, but at least it's not water.

"May I ask a little about what happened? About--" delicately, "the accusations against you."
okayimin: (what's that)

slides in here

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-08 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sawbones is somehow even smaller, but bright in her habit of red and white. She looks up at Laura and gives her a considering look and then frowns.

"You didn't bring a scarf."
okayimin: (listen here duster)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-08 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"It's cold and you've only recently gotten over an illness." She roots around her habit pockets, eventually extracting a (regular sized) scarf. She holds it out to Laura expectantly.
okayimin: (if you say so)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"That didn't float before and it ain't gonna now," Sawbones says, waiting only until she's properly wrapped to set off onto the ferry. "Right, I've got a full load, so we'll be seeing a few of my elderly folks as well as the mothers and the babes."

She calls a greeting to the ferryman as they go, momentarily breaking off her daily list to inquire on the state of his sister's ankle.
okayimin: (sup salrocka)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-08 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some, but not with Grippe," Sawbones says, getting settled in the ferry as they set off across the bay, "Just the regular complaints of age. Stiff joints, poor appetite, that sort of thing."
okayimin: (hang on gotta lick a rock)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-11 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"It varies from person to person," she says, pulling a journal from her habit pocket to check her roster, "A few have poor eyesight and diminished hearing."
okayimin: (Default)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a very good question," Sawbones says, "Our bodies start to break down as we age. Just as we gain strength as we go from babe to child to adulthood, so does that strength begin to leave us as we become elderly-"

And Laura is going to get a short lecture on How We Age And Die, until the ferry bumps up against the Kirkwall docks, "Ah, here we are. Come on then."
okayimin: (sup salrocka)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-11 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, there's hardly any guarantee you will, what with the state of things, so there's no reason to worry about it." It's said with the tone of someone who believes they're being helpful.
okayimin: (if you say so)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-03-25 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Widow Ferguson," Sawbones says, tugging a field journal out of her habit in order to check her daily patient list. "She has some general aches and pains when the weather turns." They turn down a few lanes, into the dockside of Lowtown.

"Here we are," she says, knocking on the door of one of the tightly packed buildings.
okayimin: (Default)

[personal profile] okayimin 2020-04-15 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Let me have a look at your joints first and we'll have you set up," Sawbones says, setting down her bag and directing the Widow to her chair.

There's not a great deal for Laura to do, though Sawbones asks for her to pass her a few things from the bag. The visit is relatively short and then they're out the door, Sawbones setting off at once, "Right, next we've a delivery to make to Sister Mathilde in the alienage."