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Venat ([personal profile] he_shall_walk) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2024-10-25 02:31 pm

first umbral days | open!

« Who: Venat and you (open!)
« What: catch all
« When: October-long
« Where: Venat's house, throughout Milton, in the nearby woods, at the fishing hole
« Notes: None yet. Working on backtags but wanted to have something up for October.

She had been the heart of a star for many an age.

A most lonely position, and a position largely apart. Even as she loved her people, suffered for her people, suffered the slings and arrows of the ages and even her own former countrymen's work, it was rare she got to talk to anyone. Twas not her place.

So even here, as people reconstruct supplies and homes and plans and relationships, Venat remains apart.

She may dance in the Community Hall for the amusement of others in the evenings, or out front of it during the day, this time with her chakrams flashing through the air to provide her practice. She may offer assistance if she is walking through town and sees someone who is struggling with something, be it to carry or push or pull or anything else. She may nod her head to others while she is in the basin, either ice fishing with self-made tools or hunting with her weapons. Anything she catches, she will prepare and offer to the group other than a small portion for herself. And she will most certainly venture down to the hot spring a time or two to wash off, something that she hasn't had to do in ages and which she takes a certain amount of delight in now. But largely, you will find her in front of her house on Blackrock Road, carving or whittling or otherwise working to create.
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2024-10-25 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce has been... both busy with his people and somewhat isolated himself, albeit for very different reasons. He recognizes people, patterns, behavior, even when he's not intentionally gathering information.

Basically, he's noticed she's keeping to herself a lot.

When he runs into her at the hotspring - which is not his usual haunt, he smiles, very faintly. "I remember you." Of course, it hasn't been that long. "I'm surprised I haven't seen more of you."
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2024-10-28 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce has some mental block on getting undressed, that's not a direct result of any sort of trauma, much less shame. It is the result of ingrained habit and hiding the state of his body to varying degrees to avoid questions.

So he's a little... brisk and businesslike when he undresses, but that's about the extent of it. He's paying attention to her but not in a sexual way even. He's focused on the conversation and just passively, accidentally, picking up data because it's what his brain does.

"Where did you end up deciding to live?
balancedlight: (thinking)

[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Venat my friend!" Sveta calls out to her on a nearby road. "Where are you headed? To the hot springs? Let me join you."

Sveta hadn't anticipated going today, but with no one needing her and no one headed her way, she has the time. She has the energy. She wants to do something for herself, strictly for herself, for once.
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[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Sveta is looking better, much better, than she did the first time they met. Her cheeks are a little pink from the cold, there's a hat jammed on her head that covers her ears, and she's wearing a coat that is a size too big, but there's an unmistakable happiness about her.

"Then I should join you," she decides. "I need a distraction from my work."
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[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she assures her, taking the offered arm and walking close to her. "No, I have taken on some readings and notes from a former - colleague. I've been going over them for months."
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[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Fascinating," she decides, her mouth twisting slightly as she sobers. "Potentially important. But - sad, in a way. Doctor Hilbert was a very - practical man who perhaps cared for human life also in a very - practical way."
balancedlight: (resigned)

[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Both," she admits. "He was - killed. By a creature. That - Darkwalker creature," she continues. "It devoured him from the hydrodam."
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[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-26 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Months," she answers, trying to think back. "It was in the spring or - early summer."
balancedlight: (thinking)

[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-31 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"It is long for this place," she argues. "It - " She frowns, picking at the gloves on her hands for a moment. "It seems years are crammed into months."
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[personal profile] balancedlight 2024-10-31 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she says with a shake of her head. "No, you are not insensitive. But the days do not go quickly here. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."
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[personal profile] wishiwasatree 2024-10-26 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Trixie’s never been an overly social being just for the sake of being friendly, but then again, she’s not sure she’s ever been given a proper chance to have friends that aren’t coworkers or potential clients. Maybe here and there, but she realizes the world she came from is isolated and strange, and not how things typically work in a non-dysfunctional and hard setting like the camp. It does mean she’s at a loss for how to act here; what her purpose is, how she fits in, but she’s shrewd enough to see that others don’t know what the hell they’re doing either.

Walking around tends to help some. She’s picked herself out a cabin and has made a daily path in and out of the center of town in search of food and relative security, so she knows some of her neighbors by now. And while she hasn’t struck up a proper conversation with the lady sitting by her front door, she’s tried to be friendly with her nods and smiles and whatnot.

Today, for whatever reason, she pauses by the gate, half-buried in snow, and nods towards the carving in her hands.

“You’re always making something.”

That’s how people make friends, right?
wishiwasatree: (fuckin thoughtful)

C:

[personal profile] wishiwasatree 2024-10-31 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Thee. Well ain’t that something? But it isn’t like she hasn’t heard weirder being in this place, with all these strange accents and vernacular she assumes is typical for people roughly 150 years in her future.

Trixie nods a little more enthusiastic than she might if a man offered to teach her something new. Suspicions automatically lowered, she takes a few steps closer to the beautiful woman - an ethereal beauty too, it’s not something she’s ever seen before - and joins her at her makeshift work station.

“What’re you making today?”
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[personal profile] wishiwasatree 2024-10-31 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Trixie watches her, intrigued by how simple she makes it all seem, and the wide range of knowledge she apparently possesses.

There’s a lot she herself doesn’t know how to do. It’s not for lack of want, the urge to learn has always been there, but opportunity has always been scarce.

“Who’re your people, that encouraged this kind of fu-” Trixie pauses, chews her word in her mouth a moment, then tries again. No cussing, she can do better. She helps herself to a stick and picks at the bark. “Craftsmanship, working with your hands, that kind of thing. Who’re your people?”

She feels it’s a fair question; she’s learned quickly here that assuming is the worst thing a person could do.
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[personal profile] wishiwasatree 2024-10-31 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Trixie follows, clumsily at first, but with a surprisingly amount of patience with herself for someone who’s flung a pencil halfway across the room for not getting her numbers right.

“Travelin’,” she says after a moment. “So I guess…maybe this ain’t so strange for a person such as yourself? Did you do all that traveling by your lonesome?”
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[personal profile] wishiwasatree 2024-11-01 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
They’re pretty words, that’s for damn sure. The way she talks about it, Trixie can even see herself believing it.

She laughs under her breath at her question. Oh, her people have a name alright, but maybe she shouldn’t make the whore joke to her yet. She’s trying to make friends after all.

“We’re called Americans,” she tells her with a shrug, “but we ain’t a race. White, I guess. It’s a loaded question when it comes to what we are - don’t think we quite know anyways.”

But speaking of names, “don’t think I catch what you’re called. Name’s Trixie.”
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2024-10-27 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He remembers her, of course, he remembers everyone. But it's only been a short time since he's last seen her, and it's a pleasant surprise when he catches sight of her on his way towards Milton. Definitely — better circumstances this time. He's wearing a backpack he'd found a few months back in his cabin and keeps it with him now when he's going further than around the lake.

While he didn't intend to stop, he can't simply pass her by while she's fishing near the basin, it's just not his way. Even if she might not prefer company at the moment.

"Venat, hello!" He calls to her with a smile, as though they're old friends by now. The way his mind works, he considers that she is already, until and unless he's told otherwise. "You don't mind a bit of company?"
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2024-10-31 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh good, because otherwise I would have been left with my own company and that never goes well."

The Doctor always seeks company, even when he has at times attempted to insist that he's perfectly fine alone. Age — or something like it — has dulled the strength of those protests. He's far more earnest and open about enjoying all the time with others that he can grasp onto.

"Do I," he addresses her question first, as though that's an answer, but it's actually a question. Sort of. "I don't know, I'm still working that out. When I was younger, I was more...the catch and release sort." He thinks of a memorable fishing trip with Jamie and Victoria and William Wallace, notably. "A few hundred years later, traveling with a friend, I thought it a perfectly pleasant way to spend the next fifty years — just fishing. Or simply a few hours, as it turned out," he smirks a little, moving to settle beside her, shrugging off his pack, but not before reaching inside for something bundled up in a clean cloth.

He doesn't realize he hasn't entirely answered her question before he's suddenly offering the bundle to her. "Gooseberries? If you care to indulge."
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[personal profile] bigbaddy 2024-11-03 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Bigby didn't really mean to visit Venat - or anyone, really. He was on his way to head out of town, looking to catch some game for him and the people living with him to eat, and it's along that way that he happens to spot the other sitting outside her house.

At first he doesn't even really stop to say hello, considering the fact that she's here and seems alright means that she made it out of that terrible night last month just fine, but it's what she's doing that catches his attention enough to stop, at least for a moment.

"Hey, Venat," he says, now properly greeting her. "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."

To show what he means by 'that sort of thing', he gestures in the direction of where her hands are busy whittling away.