[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.

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. ]

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.

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.

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?

[bloodandsand]

I am catching up on all of this wonderful sunlight I missed.

[ She rolls over onto her back and stretches. And if the thin slip she's wear falls higher up on her thighs, well. Athessa is certainly welcome to look. ]

I have elected to have a most delicious afternoon, particularly after that thrilling adventure we had in Orlais. That wicked little curse our host favored was horribly tiring.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa's scrambling to get out of the shrubbery is far less graceful than Poesia's languid shift in position, which is an act that Athessa definitely takes notice of with mild appreciation. ]

Tiring is a word for it. I've been meaning to ask you about it, actually.

[ Free of the foliage, the elf plops herself down beside Poesia, sitting cross-legged and leaning back on the heels of her hands. ]

[bloodandsand]

Certainly, dear! [ Very cheerfully said, as though she's going to relate a society luncheon. ] Though I hardly know what I could tell you. Bunny and darling Derrica would be much better in the telling, I imagine.

[sulahnan]

[ "Bunny?" She mouths the question but doesn't speak it. The only person she could mean is Barrow. ]

Oh, I wasn't--I didn't mean details, I just wanted to make sure you were...okay.

[bloodandsand]

[ Poesia lifts herself up just enough to give Athessa a look as if to ask if she's telling a joke. ]

Well, of course, my dear Athessa. Whyever would I not be?

[sulahnan]

[ She shrugs, looking like she knows full well what a ridiculous question that is. The elf might consider Poesia a person but she also recognizes the similarities between the Reaver's bloodlust and Deimos'. ]

No reason. Just in case. Do you have a way you-- [ A vague gesture, meant to take the place of "recalibrate" because Athessa can't find a suitable word. ] --come back? From that?

[bloodandsand]

[ An even more mystifying question, but Poesia has accepted that this will simply be that sort of encounter. She roles back over on to her stomach, pillowing her chin in her hands and kicking her feet in the air like a schoolgirl. ]

Not particularly. It isn't as if I go anywhere, after all. I simply wait until I am called to be something else.

[sulahnan]

Hmm.

[ She thinks about that for a long, quiet moment. Her mind goes back to that night when she shared Deimos' nightmare, when she went to him after waking and he almost strangled her in his disoriented haze. Come back to me, she'd said to him, and cupped his face in her hands. ]

I don't think I understand, but I'm glad you were there with us.

[bloodandsand]

You are terribly sweet to trouble yourself, dear Athessa, but really, you needn't.

[ Her smile is affectionate. ]

It is what I was made for, after all.

[sulahnan]

Made for?

[bloodandsand]

Killing, of course.

[sulahnan]

Sorry, I should've said: "Made for?"

[ Emphasis, what a concept. ]

Who made you for that?

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.

B

[keenly]

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

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

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?

[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.

[bloodandsand]

Ah, I see! Well, let me think...

[ She frowns slightly. ]

Goodness, it is hard to say. I suppose my tutors and the Elders, of course. The older Reavers I learned under. Of course, my Beloved was most instrumental in shaping the direction my making would take. I was hers after all.

[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?