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singillatim2025-02-27 06:51 pm
readytosee) wrote in singillatim2025-02-27 06:51 pm
Entry tags:
open | you were a wanderer...
Who: Casper Darling and YOU
What: Open Post for February/March
When: All of February going into March, can be back-dated to January if need be
Where: Mostly around Milton!
Content Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
i. settling in
A few months back, one Casper Darling decided it was best to strike out on his own. And so, here he is now down the street from his previous residence, settling in to 22 Thompson's Drive. It's a very cozy little wood cabin! Lots of room to sit and look out at the snow, or have a nice cup of (very watered down) instant coffee. Plenty of room by the fire, if someone needed to come in and warm themselves (especially after that nasty storm in January). Or hide from a bear. Doors are open to all, please come by and say hello.
ii. community hall
Casper is working on being more social. Really, he is. He's spent too much time locked away with his research and his thoughts, he needs to get out and meet people more. The last time he'd really been social was that party, oh when was it. November? October?? Far too long.
That's why one might find him sitting around the Community Hall. Usually with one of his notebooks, scribbling something down. Or reading some battered and waterlogged paperback he found somewhere. If approached, however, he will more than happily set his things aside in order to converse with whoever wants to chat.
iii. around milton
Sometimes, science requires being in the out-of-doors! Find Dr. Darling staring up at the night sky and making notes, or poking at the odd piece of crumbled road that was affected by one of the quakes. Maybe he's making (or trying to make) a hole in the ice at the lake to see how thick it is. (It is very thick, and he is rarely successful in his ventures.) Regardless of where one might come across him, feel free to bother him or lend a hand in... whatever it is he's doing.
iv. wildcard
[ooc: nothing catching your fancy? throw something at me! or hit me up on plurk to suggest something ♥ ]
What: Open Post for February/March
When: All of February going into March, can be back-dated to January if need be
Where: Mostly around Milton!
Content Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
i. settling in
A few months back, one Casper Darling decided it was best to strike out on his own. And so, here he is now down the street from his previous residence, settling in to 22 Thompson's Drive. It's a very cozy little wood cabin! Lots of room to sit and look out at the snow, or have a nice cup of (very watered down) instant coffee. Plenty of room by the fire, if someone needed to come in and warm themselves (especially after that nasty storm in January). Or hide from a bear. Doors are open to all, please come by and say hello.
ii. community hall
Casper is working on being more social. Really, he is. He's spent too much time locked away with his research and his thoughts, he needs to get out and meet people more. The last time he'd really been social was that party, oh when was it. November? October?? Far too long.
That's why one might find him sitting around the Community Hall. Usually with one of his notebooks, scribbling something down. Or reading some battered and waterlogged paperback he found somewhere. If approached, however, he will more than happily set his things aside in order to converse with whoever wants to chat.
iii. around milton
Sometimes, science requires being in the out-of-doors! Find Dr. Darling staring up at the night sky and making notes, or poking at the odd piece of crumbled road that was affected by one of the quakes. Maybe he's making (or trying to make) a hole in the ice at the lake to see how thick it is. (It is very thick, and he is rarely successful in his ventures.) Regardless of where one might come across him, feel free to bother him or lend a hand in... whatever it is he's doing.
iv. wildcard
[ooc: nothing catching your fancy? throw something at me! or hit me up on plurk to suggest something ♥ ]
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Sansa doesn't want to think too deeply on the future, if the snow should continue to be as heavy and deadly as it is now. She has new needles, bright and shiny and sharp, and a whole basket of thread that will hold better than the scraps she's been using since she'd arrived. There are clothes ever needing mending at the community hall, and Sansa is more than happy to return to her routine.
Happier still to see Doctor Darling enter the building, fresh snow powdering his shoulders just so. Sansa's face lights up with an honest smile; here is one of her first friends in Milton, and she's pleased to see him whole and alive.
"Doctor!" She calls out, walking quickly to him and catching him by an elbow. "You're safe and well, I'm so glad to know of it. Are you— why have you come? Are you in need of aid?"
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"And Lady, of course, hello to both of you. I am safe and well, yes. Though spending too much time at home, probably. Glued to my notes. No, I came to see people. I've sort of become a hermit, I'm sorry to say.
But it really is good to see you. How have you been doing? Should we see if there are any spare tea bags lying around? I could make something warm for us."
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She could have scrounged up biscuits from somewhere. They might be more stale than she prefers, and they certainly can't compare to lemon cakes freshly baked, but what of it, if she's in good company? Doctor Darling certainly deserves it, especially if he means to say he's been keeping alone for so long.
Sansa pulls him aside to a set of chairs by the window, as has become her wont of late. There are signs of her all over one of the chairs, and the small table by it; an open tin with scraps of cloth to match with certain garments, and a needle cushion, and an assortment of spools, varying stages of empty each.
Her preference today are socks; they're woefully in need of them, and Sansa cannot make enough.
"Sit with us, please," she invites him, as Lady raises her head just slightly before flopping back onto the warmed wood floors. "Tell me what you've been reading. Even hermits need entertain themselves, don't they?"
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His messenger bag gets set next to the chair as he settles in, rubbing his hands together. "We do, at that. I found most of a mystery novel not too long ago, actually. I'm trying to read slowly so I don't run out of book too soon. Maybe if you're reading something, we can trade when we're done?"
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She sees the start of it over the mended patch on Darling's cardigan. Mended by her hand, no less. With hands primly set upon her lap Sansa leans forward to hear Darling better. "There is a book of... fairy tales? Children's stories, by a Ser Andersen. I found a copy in one of the empty houses, though some of the pages have stuck together and the ink smudged unreadable.
Do you know of him? Have you read his works? There are stories about wolves among the text, but the wolves often die." Sansa mislikes that part otherwise, to her dismay. "What is your mystery about? Have you solved it?"
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"Oh yes! Yes, yes. The Little Mermaid is probably my favourite of his that I remember. He had a much kinder version of most fairytales, certainly, than The Brothers Grimm. Very grisly endings in those.
I'm actually trying not to solve it. I sort of want to be surprised, if I can? It's about a murder on a boat, so the suspect pool is pretty small. And they all have motives of course."
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She supposes she understands what he means about being surprised with the story he's reading. After all, some tales are best heard or read without knowing what is to come; much as she loved her songs and her stories of knights and princesses, knowing how it all ends can loses the shine in their retelling. But a murder on a boat?
"You'll have to explain this story to me, I think. Why were they on the boat in the first place?
It seems an inconvenient place for a murder," Sansa expresses with some concern. "Boats and ships do not offer much privacy, from what I can tell." She's only been on a few trips boat- or ship-side. Perhaps there are larger ones with more spacious cabins?
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But of course, I'd be happy to explain." Casper leans in a little, as he often does when teaching his friend about something new. "As for the boat, these people decided to take a trip. Just for fun, to see the sights. This boat isn't like ones you use for shipping goods and things. There are a lot of big, luxurious rooms, and good food, it's all very fancy. Like a palace, on the water."
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Such trips were always short, of course, on account of the reavers that littered the riverlines, but she thought it wonderful back then.
"A palace on the water sounds messy," Sansa adds with some humor. The palaces she's known have not been... well-kept, in a word, compared to the clean halls of Winterfell that she'd grown up in. "And they— take another's life aboard the ship? How would the murderer get away with the crime?"