[Open] in the merry summer months

[okayimin]

WHO: Sawbones, Jenny Lou, Poesia and YOU
WHAT: a catch all
WHEN: throughout Solace, into whatever the next month is
WHERE: All over
NOTES: light cw for animal dissection for medical purposes in one of Sawbones' prompts, additional nsfw headers in Poesia's threads. gimme that action spam. if u want a closed starter hmu!

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Sister Sara Sawbones | OTA

[okayimin]

a. Reading In the Library

[ There is a loud clatter and several bangs from the deeper stacks in the library, followed by a soft, mildly annoyed sound. Were anyone to ivestigate, they would find books scattered on a table, a toppled over chair and a tiny Chantry sister sitting primly on the top of a shelf. ]

b. Resource Gathering in the Courtyard

[ The sacks are rather large and unwieldy, but Sawbones drags them to a shady spot in the courtyard with minimal fuss. She's already laid out a large tarp, a leather satchel sat on one corner and a bucket of water on another. Upending the bag causes two large and very dead deepstalkers to come tumbling out. She straightens them on the tarp and busies herself with putting on an apron. ]

c. Very Legal Afterdark Activities

[ It's late, nearly time for the last ferry back to the Gallows. Sawbones is bustling along, coming from the direction of Hightown. The bag slung over her shoulder seems quite full and there's a distinct floral smell to her.

Also she's carrying a pair of shears. She waves a little when she sees another Riftwatch member. ]

Don't miss the ferry.

c. so legal, it's silly

[ho_hum]

[ It's Henry that happens upon Sawbones with her floral pack and bustling nature. He regards her with a curious look. ]

Don't you miss it, neither.

so incredibly leagal

[okayimin]

Reckon I got the time.

[ She doesn't pause per say, but she does tip her head up to look at him more directly. ]

Say, you got any room in the garden to try out some starts for me?

[ho_hum]

[ When Henry makes his thinking noise, it's a low, gravelly sound. Almost a growl. ]

Could make room. Raspberries ain't comin' back. Wrong type o'soil anyway. Dunno who planted 'em.

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

'ow much room ya need?

[okayimin]

Reckon not much.

Found [ "Found." ] an interesting Crystal Grace hybrid and if I'm right, it'll do pretty well at bolstering our supply. Gotta run a few tests on it first, mind. Couple other things too I gotta sort through, but if you could spare the room and give me some advice on how the growin' works, I'd appreciate it.

B

[keenly]

[Colin sees the movement in the courtyard and steps in to check things out.]

What's...are those...?

[okayimin]

[ She actually smiles a little bit when she sees him. ]

Deepstalkers. Not really as big as the ones in the Deep Roads get, but they do in a pinch.

[keenly]

What do we use those for?

[okayimin]

Up here? Not much. But I used to use 'em in a solution for washing off Darkspawn gore from armor and the like. Don't like not having any on hand.

Jenny Lou | OTA

[windyvoice]

1. Lost in Hightown

[ Jenny Lou is absolutely not a fixture in this neighbrohood. If anything, she looks a bit like a scruffy vagabond who's somehow wandered in from Lowtown. Nevertheless, here she is, with the studied look of someone who is Totally Not Lost. ]

Oh hey, how's it goin'.

2. Animorph Self Care

[ The gelding is a fine horse, even if his ears are a bit strange. A little too long and a reddish color that doesn't match the rest of his dappled hide. The gelding is also a: not in a stall and b: walking up to anyone attending a different horse and waiting with an air of patient expectancy. ]

3. Painting with all the colors of the wind

[ It's pleasantly breezy in the Gallows today.... Until it's not. A gale force wind slams into the island, lasting for only a minute before it suddenly goes entierly still and there's a loud "FUCK!" from the courtyard. Jenny Lou is there and also flat on her back on the ground, breathing heavily. ]

3

[highborn]

[ Jenny Lou has company. Vanadi is leaned in one of the courtyard doorwys, arms folded over his chest and a brow faintly cocked. He recognizes this one. It's difficult to forget one like this.

He clears his throat. ]

Not much for control, hmm?

switching format cus idk if ur on phone rn or not

[windyvoice]

Jenny Lou doesn't bother moving from where she's been layed out on her ass.

"I'm working on it. You gotta knock shit over before you succeed, right?" She doesn't sound enormously motivated.

[highborn]

Is that how that goes? He looks skeptical, but it doesn’t stop him from approaching at a slow and lazy gait.

“I suppose so. How long have at it?”

2.

[sumptus]

[ Caius is no stablehand. It's a fact he's not keen to bring to the attention of that slinky fellow he's seen around the stables some days, or anyone else for that matter. He's no stablehand, but he knows how to use a hoof pick, and if some days that feels like the only thing he knows in this backwater town, well, who's going to complain about a few of the horses having cleaner hoofs?

This one, he definitely hasn't cleaned before, though. ]

Hey, [ he starts out in an easy voice, making sure it's looking at him before he starts in toward its shoulder. ] Who brought you in, huh? Who let you loose?

[windyvoice]

[ Gringolet is an imminently calm horse. He doesn't shy away or move much at all as the man approaches. He rumbles softly at the questions, ears twitching only a little as he listens to him.

Of course, no one brought him in or let him loose because five minutes ago, he'd been a teenaged girl. But that sort of thing is a bit hard to communicate and Gringolet really did need his hooves cleaned. ]

Poesia | OTA (general nsfw because Poesia)

[bloodandsand]

i. On the Town

[ The tavern is quite rowdy and it's certainly not one Poesia's frequented before, but it seems pleasant enough. She laughingly turns down the offer of drinks, but is very encouraging to the charming fellow who seems determined to tug her skirt up. His plans are foiled when she recognizes someone and sails off without much thought. ]

Oh hello! You're here too! Isn't this a charming place?!

ii. Lazy Summer Day

[ Poesia is not naked, but she is very near to it, stretched out golden and lovely in a sunny patch in the garden. She lifts her head and looks somewhat reproachfully at the person who happened to be a little too loud. ]

Whatever are you doing, dear.

ii.

[sulahnan]

[ What Athessa was doing, actually, was minding her own very quiet business until a bee decided to get a little too interested. In stepping back away from the bee, waving to ward it off, she stumbled over something on the ground and ended up in a shrub.

And she sits there for longer than she needs to, in the same kind of pose one might see from someone lounging in a donut-shaped pool floaty. ]

There was a bee.

[bloodandsand]

[ She shifts to get a better look at Athessa in her bush, but she doesn't rise to help. Amusement slips over her expression. ]

That was rather dramatic for a bee.

[sulahnan]

Yeah, well, [ It's not like she can really argue. ] it caught me off guard. What are you doing?

i

[doneisdone]

[Teren is the sort of person after whom the Shady Stranger in the Corner trope was designed: it's a good place to listen to rumors and not have to pay attention to anyone in particular, especially nowadays, being too old and frightening-looking for any sensible person to hit on her.

So it comes as a bit of surprise when someone does address her, and Teren looks up from her flask to level Poesia with a cautious stare.]

It's you.

[bloodandsand]

It is me!

[ She laughs sweetly and seats herself next to Teren, leaning over to prop her elbows on the table. ]

Whatever are you doing here?

[doneisdone]

[Teren is unmoved, her hawkish gaze staring straight forward.]

Sitting.

i

[highborn]

[ Rowdy is not quite to Vanadi's tastes these days. He's not been here for long, and he's strongly considering throwing back the rest of his drink and showing himself out, when he's -- sailed towards. He blinks, too polite to look openly startled, but verging on it. ]

You've mistaken me, I'm afraid.

[ Hasn't she? She must have. He'd remember an attractive face, on top of the fact that he's still quite new. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ She tips her head to regard him, leaning over the table. ]

Have I? Dear me, how presumptuous of me! I shall rectify this at once, for you're terribly lovely and I would adore to know your name.

[highborn]

[ There's another blink from him — this time because it feels precisely as if he's staring at a mirror version of himself from a few years ago. It's nearly word-for-word a line he'd have tried on some pretty face somewhere.

He can't help a short laugh, a brush of hand through short silvered hair. He knows better now than to go along with it quite so eagerly as he would have, but it's a nice flattery. ]

The feeling is mutual. Perhaps we might arrange a trade.