[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
24 September, Day 486
The small hours of Wednesday morning, after moonrise




This town is getting to be just a little too much for me. I‘m getting sicker and sicker of catching my name in conversations and feeling like people are looking at me even when they can’t be. Tired of being challenged in a bar where I used to be able to keep order. Tired of worrying over being able to keep Miao’s family safe.

Not really any joy left in living in this horrible, strange town where dreams can come right up around you in the light of day, someone else’s terror making you scream. I’m tired of having nightmares about nightmares and wondering if I’ll be able to wake up this time. If I can’t walk away from the bad dreams, I can at least put behind me where they come true.

Telling Verdi was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but I can’t imagine I’ll be easy to remember. I’ll never forget her ever, though, and I’ll never pray to anyone or anything else as long as I live.

I put in my notice at the Whitechapel so that Valmont has time to hire another bartender, and sat down with the fellow who works at the Boy on my off days after I told Miao I’d be leaving. I hadn’t picked out a time to start walking, exactly, but I can’t sleep and the night’s cool and damp, so I guess now is as good a time as any. No one to meet in the dark, since most of the town must be at the doctor’s wake.

Pass the Salon on my way out of town and think of Ri, but sure and certain she’s down at the Tavern, being from the Carnival and all. Not that she’d want to see me anyway. I’d give a lot for a sight of her, but I suppose I’ll never have one again.

I slept most of the day and my rucksack’s light. Excolo will be long behind me before I have to think of resting.

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[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Friday, July 9th
[Day 404]
Late night, around and outside Excolo


It’s not been a good week or so. Verdi’s been nothing but kind, of course, but I can see she’s hurt over what happened with Ri, too, and the fact is that all the praying in the world, to her or anyone else, won’t mend things with the three of us. Verdi’s for here and now and moving on, but I can’t help looking back on just how badly I’ve fucked up, and in how many ways.

Not often I have a Friday off and nothing to think of doing with it, with Verdi working. Mrs. Danvers did let me in her kitchen after I got up, told me to stop moping around, too, and we made some stew and muffins and a berry crumble big enough for everyone to have some. In the afternoon, I took a covered dish of the stew over to Verite, just left it with her and said I was sorry, didn’t try to start anything. It was on the tip of her tongue to say I loved her, too, but I said I wouldn’t go chasing after her. She’d have yelled at me for it, too.

It’s falling dark now, though, warm summer dusk, and my hands are itching to pack my bag and be gone down the road. I do pull my rucksack out, just to have something to be doing, put a change of clothes in it and some sundries. After that it’s easy to start out walking. Out’s out. I saw Arkady at last week’s market, and he was friendly. I know where his farm is, too, and he’ll just be putting the animals up now. I could go offer a hand, with the horses and with anything else we might get up to in the barn.

I find myself passing by the road to the Chernys’, though, and not even stopping to think of turning down it. Find also that I’d really like to be where no one knows me just now, have a fresh start, like they say. I stop walking once the moon’s risen, just to stand in the road and look up at it through the trees. I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s pulling me.

Sit down under a tree and wrap my arms around my pack, still studying the sky. It’s a nice night. I could sleep out and not even feel it. I’ve gotten too used to soft beds and people around me, I guess, because I can’t get to sleep. I get up and try another tree, then another. Spoiled is what I am. I start back down the road, think that the moonlight’s enough to find my way back to Arkady’s, and that if he finds me in the barn in the morning, at least he won’t throw me out.

There’re clouds over the moon by the time I get back that way, though, and I think I’ve missed the turn, anyhow, so I just keep walking, starting to think about how I have to open the bar tomorrow night, and how pissed at me Mr. Laclos would be if I just didn’t show without giving notice. Peter has a date out with that girl from the carnival too, and Adam said something about a high-stakes game, so it’s not like one of them could cover for me. And that’s three people in town to think badly of me who aren’t already. And there’s precious few of those left, God knows. I keep walking.

After a while I can see the lights of town and I sigh. Wonder what time it is. Near mdnight, surely. Not too late to go to the Tavern, but thinking of Arkady’s got me wanting a man, and I can’t think of any one in town who’d have me. That sets very badly with me, and I start back toward the Boy, footsore and hard and pissed right off.

[OPEN to Iago]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Friday, July 9th
[Day 404]
Late night, around and outside Excolo


It’s not been a good week or so. Verdi’s been nothing but kind, of course, but I can see she’s hurt over what happened with Ri, too, and the fact is that all the praying in the world, to her or anyone else, won’t mend things with the three of us. Verdi’s for here and now and moving on, but I can’t help looking back on just how badly I’ve fucked up, and in how many ways.

Not often I have a Friday off and nothing to think of doing with it, with Verdi working. Mrs. Danvers did let me in her kitchen after I got up, told me to stop moping around, too, and we made some stew and muffins and a berry crumble big enough for everyone to have some. In the afternoon, I took a covered dish of the stew over to Verite, just left it with her and said I was sorry, didn’t try to start anything. It was on the tip of her tongue to say I loved her, too, but I said I wouldn’t go chasing after her. She’d have yelled at me for it, too.

It’s falling dark now, though, warm summer dusk, and my hands are itching to pack my bag and be gone down the road. I do pull my rucksack out, just to have something to be doing, put a change of clothes in it and some sundries. After that it’s easy to start out walking. Out’s out. I saw Arkady at last week’s market, and he was friendly. I know where his farm is, too, and he’ll just be putting the animals up now. I could go offer a hand, with the horses and with anything else we might get up to in the barn.

I find myself passing by the road to the Chernys’, though, and not even stopping to think of turning down it. Find also that I’d really like to be where no one knows me just now, have a fresh start, like they say. I stop walking once the moon’s risen, just to stand in the road and look up at it through the trees. I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s pulling me.

Sit down under a tree and wrap my arms around my pack, still studying the sky. It’s a nice night. I could sleep out and not even feel it. I’ve gotten too used to soft beds and people around me, I guess, because I can’t get to sleep. I get up and try another tree, then another. Spoiled is what I am. I start back down the road, think that the moonlight’s enough to find my way back to Arkady’s, and that if he finds me in the barn in the morning, at least he won’t throw me out.

There’re clouds over the moon by the time I get back that way, though, and I think I’ve missed the turn, anyhow, so I just keep walking, starting to think about how I have to open the bar tomorrow night, and how pissed at me Mr. Laclos would be if I just didn’t show without giving notice. Peter has a date out with that girl from the carnival too, and Adam said something about a high-stakes game, so it’s not like one of them could cover for me. And that’s three people in town to think badly of me who aren’t already. And there’s precious few of those left, God knows. I keep walking.

After a while I can see the lights of town and I sigh. Wonder what time it is. Near mdnight, surely. Not too late to go to the Tavern, but thinking of Arkady’s got me wanting a man, and I can’t think of any one in town who’d have me. That sets very badly with me, and I start back toward the Boy, footsore and hard and pissed right off.

[OPEN to Iago]
[identity profile] kira-galliard.livejournal.com
{Early Evening- Tuesday, 29th June ~ Day 394}
{Crossroads DanceHall}


Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world turning inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy, so
Don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'Cuz I'm having a good time, having a good time


It is finally time to open the doors.
The lights are on- thanks to a couple folks from the fair who came out to help me with 'em. And the musics' done warming up now- sounds of instruments tuning and and the player's psyching each other up have given over to songs playing and feet stomping along.
A few brave souls have opened the dancing and there are mostly smiles all around.

So far so good.

A lot of the younger set know me by now from hiring them for the clean-up, and I put up some signs around town, so hopefully we'll have a good turn out.
And now that the greater part of the haying is done, people are in a good mood. People like to dance and come out and see each other when they're happy. Even in a strange town like this that holds true.

Smooth my skirt as I circle the floor towards the drink stand. I'll probably take a few turns of my own tonight, but mostly my job is to meet people who don't know me yet and get them to like me enough to come back. If the night continues like this, I do think it'll turn out fine.

The band starts another song, and I find my smile is genuine.

(The DanceHall is open to all! Come on in and have fun!)
[identity profile] iago-excolo.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Noon, Miskatonic Cafe]



It's been a boring, boring day. I've been idle and that's never a good thing. It's when I feel the most mischievous and most likely to follow some long-winded multi-tiered scheme to get something I want. The issue is deciding what exactly it is I want at this moment. Other than the usual and the obvious, I'm stumped.

The waitress returns with my order, flipping her blonde hair while she laughs at my witty comment. She introduces herself and I chuckle, finding it too easy to flirt with her. It's obvious that she'd follow where ever I led but this isn't the kind of entertainment I'm looking for. Besides she looks nothing like Glass. I give the blonde, Alex she called herself, a winning smile to soften the blow of my rejection.

She takes it well, leaving me with an open offer before she sashays away. I watch her hips sway briefly before turning to my food. She's still not Glass. It always comes back to her, and I consider formulating a scheme in that vein. I may as well. My thoughts drift there often enough anyway.

Speaking of, that reminds of other people as well. I still have most of Dorian's cookware at Alessandra's house. That damn bed as well. Does this count as hiding it? And does it count as hiding if no one's looking for it? I chuckle to myself, remembering times past and hidden garlic presses. I believe I actually miss all of that, and with that in mind, I decide what I want most. I want my family back and I want to go home.

Soon enough. For now though, I just have to soldier on by being my normal charming self. Yes, isn't that always the way, and I catch the waitress' attention again to order a coffee. Black, like my sense of humor, and I grin as I watch her walk away a second time.


[Open]
[Warning: Violent Imagery]

[Closed - continued here]
[identity profile] iago-excolo.livejournal.com
[Saturday, June 19th (Day 384)]
[Noon, Miskatonic Cafe]



It's been a boring, boring day. I've been idle and that's never a good thing. It's when I feel the most mischievous and most likely to follow some long-winded multi-tiered scheme to get something I want. The issue is deciding what exactly it is I want at this moment. Other than the usual and the obvious, I'm stumped.

The waitress returns with my order, flipping her blonde hair while she laughs at my witty comment. She introduces herself and I chuckle, finding it too easy to flirt with her. It's obvious that she'd follow where ever I led but this isn't the kind of entertainment I'm looking for. Besides she looks nothing like Glass. I give the blonde, Alex she called herself, a winning smile to soften the blow of my rejection.

She takes it well, leaving me with an open offer before she sashays away. I watch her hips sway briefly before turning to my food. She's still not Glass. It always comes back to her, and I consider formulating a scheme in that vein. I may as well. My thoughts drift there often enough anyway.

Speaking of, that reminds of other people as well. I still have most of Dorian's cookware at Alessandra's house. That damn bed as well. Does this count as hiding it? And does it count as hiding if no one's looking for it? I chuckle to myself, remembering times past and hidden garlic presses. I believe I actually miss all of that, and with that in mind, I decide what I want most. I want my family back and I want to go home.

Soon enough. For now though, I just have to soldier on by being my normal charming self. Yes, isn't that always the way, and I catch the waitress' attention again to order a coffee. Black, like my sense of humor, and I grin as I watch her walk away a second time.


[Open]
[Warning: Violent Imagery]

[Closed - continued here]
[identity profile] samuel-durand.livejournal.com

Sunday, June 13
The Whitechapel, Front Desk

Sometimes it seems that I've spent half my life traveling under the open sky, sleeping under trees, in rocky overhangs, in clefts gouged from the rocky ground with the heel of a boot.  It's always an adjustment, coming back to civilization, and the lack of continuity from settlement to settlement doesn't help matters much.  Some places have running water and clean sheets.  Others... well, let's just say that dysentery might actually be the least of your worries. 

Still, I'm guardedly happy for the chance to sleep in an actual bed again.  Weakness of the flesh, I know.  Even the availability of luxury has a tendency to erode discipline, though I've generally found the benefits of the occasional indulgence to be worth the cost.

I deserve it.  I haven't lost my focus in a decade and a half.

When I tie Memory out front of the Whitechapel, I leave her mouth no more than three inches from the rail.  After a moment's thought, I hobble her as well.  I'd bloody blindfold her too, but she tends not to take it well.  "There, there, girl," I murmur, rubbing her ear.  She snorts and rolls her dark eyes at me, but it's all she can do.  "Be good."

I make my way into the building, adjusting my habit as I go.  "Hello?"

(Open)

[identity profile] samuel-durand.livejournal.com

Sunday, June 13
The Whitechapel, Front Desk

Sometimes it seems that I've spent half my life traveling under the open sky, sleeping under trees, in rocky overhangs, in clefts gouged from the rocky ground with the heel of a boot.  It's always an adjustment, coming back to civilization, and the lack of continuity from settlement to settlement doesn't help matters much.  Some places have running water and clean sheets.  Others... well, let's just say that dysentery might actually be the least of your worries. 

Still, I'm guardedly happy for the chance to sleep in an actual bed again.  Weakness of the flesh, I know.  Even the availability of luxury has a tendency to erode discipline, though I've generally found the benefits of the occasional indulgence to be worth the cost.

I deserve it.  I haven't lost my focus in a decade and a half.

When I tie Memory out front of the Whitechapel, I leave her mouth no more than three inches from the rail.  After a moment's thought, I hobble her as well.  I'd bloody blindfold her too, but she tends not to take it well.  "There, there, girl," I murmur, rubbing her ear.  She snorts and rolls her dark eyes at me, but it's all she can do.  "Be good."

I make my way into the building, adjusting my habit as I go.  "Hello?"

(Open)

[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Late Monday afternoon
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.



Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.

The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.

I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.

The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.

Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.




[OPEN to Verdi]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Late Monday afternoon
7th June, Day 372
Tavern of Hell, Verdandi’s apt.



Woke up this morning to snow, of all things, and after I finished swearing and putting on all my winter clothes, I went down to the kitchen. Of course everyone else at the ‘Boy thought the snow was very strange, but for Excolo, strange is pretty usual, I’m coming to realize. And there are worse things than snow, certainly, especially when you have somewhere warm to stay.

The best thing I can think of to do when it’s cold outside is find a kitchen and something hot to eat and not go anywhere, but thinking about Verdi got to bothering me again and it came to me that I should go see how Verite’s doing by herself in the cold. Felt like I shouldn’t go see either of them without bringing something, though, and so I asked Mrs. Danvers would she let me use her kitchen if I brought in my own things and cleaned up afterwards. After she sat me down and made me tell her what exactly I planned to do in her kitchen, she said I could bake as many pies as I wanted to, provided I left some for the people at the ‘Boy, which of course I was going to do anyway.

I learned to bake from a man who knew his business, though I wouldn’t try to compete with the bakery here or the girl who sells pies at the Saturday market. The half dozen apple pies turned out pretty well, I think, so I wrapped up three of them, put on my coat, and went out into the snow and falling light feeling better than I have in a long time.

The first pie I leave with Alice at the Inn, with instructions to save some for Valmont and Hermia and not to give any at all to Micah. The second I take over to the Salon and leave with Ri, promising that I’ll come over tomorrow to help her make dinner for her family. And with the third pie still steaming in my hands I turn toward the Tavern, scared and happy and relieved all together.

Nod to Thomas as I go in and straight up the stairs. It’s been more than a month, I realize, and I have missed her so badly. To hell with Iago Beddau and his stories. You can’t murder someone who’s bringing you apple pie.




[OPEN to Verdi]
[CLOSED]
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Monday, May 31
Day 365(!), early afternoon
Out and about on Silk Road


I rolled over this morning to find the bed beside me still warm and Ri pulling her clothes back on and gathering her things. Managed to wake up enough to ask her if she wanted me to walk her home, but she said she’d manage. I would have been glad to do it, too, but I do like my sleep. And she did kiss me before she slipped out.

The raw, inked skin over my heart pulled as I settled back in bed, and everything underneath it pulled as well. I’m doing my best to love the girl, and I guess it's not going too badly if she wants to see me two nights in three. Not doing too badly at anything these days, with my hand healed and both jobs going well. The only thing I’m having a hard time getting out of my head is what the hell I’m going to do about Verdi.

I can’t help walking past the Tavern most days, and so many of them I’ve come close to putting my head in the door. Can’t think she wouldn’t be happy to see me, at least at first, but then what? How the hell do you start talking about blood and lies with someone like her when you’ve got, well, whatever’s between us? Just can’t see how to manage it, or how it could ever come out well in the end.

Most of a month this has been festering in my head. Just can’t put it away. Guess I could maybe run some errands, get something to eat, and then maybe, maybe see if I can’t talk to her. And if it’s the last thing I do, well, at least I don’t have to work tonight.

OPEN
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Monday, May 31
Day 365(!), early afternoon
Out and about on Silk Road


I rolled over this morning to find the bed beside me still warm and Ri pulling her clothes back on and gathering her things. Managed to wake up enough to ask her if she wanted me to walk her home, but she said she’d manage. I would have been glad to do it, too, but I do like my sleep. And she did kiss me before she slipped out.

The raw, inked skin over my heart pulled as I settled back in bed, and everything underneath it pulled as well. I’m doing my best to love the girl, and I guess it's not going too badly if she wants to see me two nights in three. Not doing too badly at anything these days, with my hand healed and both jobs going well. The only thing I’m having a hard time getting out of my head is what the hell I’m going to do about Verdi.

I can’t help walking past the Tavern most days, and so many of them I’ve come close to putting my head in the door. Can’t think she wouldn’t be happy to see me, at least at first, but then what? How the hell do you start talking about blood and lies with someone like her when you’ve got, well, whatever’s between us? Just can’t see how to manage it, or how it could ever come out well in the end.

Most of a month this has been festering in my head. Just can’t put it away. Guess I could maybe run some errands, get something to eat, and then maybe, maybe see if I can’t talk to her. And if it’s the last thing I do, well, at least I don’t have to work tonight.

OPEN
[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Saturday night
May 22nd, Day 356
Whitechapel Bar


Heard they were busy here last night, even with the rain yesterday, and I wish I’d been working, if only for the tips. We did all right at the ‘Boy, but Friday nights have just been steady lately. I guess another day of rain must have been too much for everyone, though. People were sparse at the market today, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it so slow here on a weekend.

I gave up trying to talk to Adam about half an hour after we opened. He’s pissed, and I don’t blame him. It’s not going to be a good night for either of us. I’ve got enough on my mind, though. So many strange stories going around about people getting things they’d wanted or having things done to them that turned out to be what someone else had wished on them. I wish I could go talk to Verdi about it, but I’m not up to facing her quite yet.

Just really happy about things with Ri, the way she smiles when she sees me and looks happy to have me around. Haven’t managed to get her to come over yet, but I’m not going to push. I found a necklace at the market that I think she’ll like. Not at all sure, though, and I keep putting my hand in my pocket to play with it. Not used to spending money on things without any use, but I’m going to have to tell her soon about what happened with Danika, and maybe a gift will make her feel more like forgiving me for being an idiot one more time. Not sure about that, either.


OPEN
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[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Saturday night
May 22nd, Day 356
Whitechapel Bar


Heard they were busy here last night, even with the rain yesterday, and I wish I’d been working, if only for the tips. We did all right at the ‘Boy, but Friday nights have just been steady lately. I guess another day of rain must have been too much for everyone, though. People were sparse at the market today, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it so slow here on a weekend.

I gave up trying to talk to Adam about half an hour after we opened. He’s pissed, and I don’t blame him. It’s not going to be a good night for either of us. I’ve got enough on my mind, though. So many strange stories going around about people getting things they’d wanted or having things done to them that turned out to be what someone else had wished on them. I wish I could go talk to Verdi about it, but I’m not up to facing her quite yet.

Just really happy about things with Ri, the way she smiles when she sees me and looks happy to have me around. Haven’t managed to get her to come over yet, but I’m not going to push. I found a necklace at the market that I think she’ll like. Not at all sure, though, and I keep putting my hand in my pocket to play with it. Not used to spending money on things without any use, but I’m going to have to tell her soon about what happened with Danika, and maybe a gift will make her feel more like forgiving me for being an idiot one more time. Not sure about that, either.


OPEN
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[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Day 353, 19 May
Late Wednesday morning
I Dyed for Beauty Salon


Last night was slow, so I had plenty of time to think of things to take my mind off how much my hand hurt. Found myself thinking mostly of Verite and how pretty she looked at Alice’s party. Also spent some time thinking to about how things didn’t go terribly well between us there. I put that down to Wanda, mostly, but I still feel like I should do something to make sure things are all right. As uncomfortable as it is being sort of together, I’m sure it would be a lot less comfortable not being together at all.

So I made myself get up not long after the sun this morning and go hunting strawberries outside of town. The patch I’d found before had enough for me to pick a basketful with more still left on the plants. It was slow work with my hand wrapped, and I managed to get pink stains on some of the bandages. Sure that looks silly, but maybe she’ll take that as a sign of what I’d do for her. Goddess knows there’s no one else in town I’d get up early to pick strawberries for, especially with my hand like this.

I wrap the basket up after I finish, because the last thing I need is to be seen carrying strawberries through the streets in a basket with a ribbon on it. Know I haven’t got much of a good reputation to speak of, but I’d rather not see what’s left of it dead and buried.

Go into the salon hoping hard she’ll be done with customers for a little while and have the time and inclination to talk to me. I’d just rather not have a basket of strawberries thrown in my face.


OPEN to Verite
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[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Day 353, 19 May
Late Wednesday morning
I Dyed for Beauty Salon


Last night was slow, so I had plenty of time to think of things to take my mind off how much my hand hurt. Found myself thinking mostly of Verite and how pretty she looked at Alice’s party. Also spent some time thinking to about how things didn’t go terribly well between us there. I put that down to Wanda, mostly, but I still feel like I should do something to make sure things are all right. As uncomfortable as it is being sort of together, I’m sure it would be a lot less comfortable not being together at all.

So I made myself get up not long after the sun this morning and go hunting strawberries outside of town. The patch I’d found before had enough for me to pick a basketful with more still left on the plants. It was slow work with my hand wrapped, and I managed to get pink stains on some of the bandages. Sure that looks silly, but maybe she’ll take that as a sign of what I’d do for her. Goddess knows there’s no one else in town I’d get up early to pick strawberries for, especially with my hand like this.

I wrap the basket up after I finish, because the last thing I need is to be seen carrying strawberries through the streets in a basket with a ribbon on it. Know I haven’t got much of a good reputation to speak of, but I’d rather not see what’s left of it dead and buried.

Go into the salon hoping hard she’ll be done with customers for a little while and have the time and inclination to talk to me. I’d just rather not have a basket of strawberries thrown in my face.


OPEN to Verite
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[identity profile] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 352, Tuesday May 18th
Just before lunch
The Apothecary


There's water on my cheek, which is strange. I wipe it off on my apron and go back to heating the tincture of belladonna. There's a few women as want it t'look nice fer their fellas, and it's got plenty 'a uses 'asides that. The fumes could be a problem, though, and so I keep an eye on the glass as I go open up the windows. I smile as I see Kate sweepin' dust out her front door, and wave. I'm glad she dunt have no hard feelings 'bout it all, but I needed t'grow up, 'n she understands.

Family's got t'come first, after all.

I go back t'check the tincture, 'n start wipin' down the tabletop. You've got t'be careful workin' with belladonna, and soon 'nough I'll have t'be more careful with what I'm handlin', once we manage. At least my family dunt have too much trouble with that. It'll be nice t'have a child 'a my own. Johnny's pretty well grown, and Ma's got Mary well in hand. And the town could do with a birth - they always make people happier. Could bring the town 'n the farms closer, too. It's a good thing I married a townie. 'Sides, I'm happier here. I love my family, but 'f I'm t'do right by 'em, I can at least live with the man I love.

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[identity profile] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 352, Tuesday May 18th
Just before lunch
The Apothecary


There's water on my cheek, which is strange. I wipe it off on my apron and go back to heating the tincture of belladonna. There's a few women as want it t'look nice fer their fellas, and it's got plenty 'a uses 'asides that. The fumes could be a problem, though, and so I keep an eye on the glass as I go open up the windows. I smile as I see Kate sweepin' dust out her front door, and wave. I'm glad she dunt have no hard feelings 'bout it all, but I needed t'grow up, 'n she understands.

Family's got t'come first, after all.

I go back t'check the tincture, 'n start wipin' down the tabletop. You've got t'be careful workin' with belladonna, and soon 'nough I'll have t'be more careful with what I'm handlin', once we manage. At least my family dunt have too much trouble with that. It'll be nice t'have a child 'a my own. Johnny's pretty well grown, and Ma's got Mary well in hand. And the town could do with a birth - they always make people happier. Could bring the town 'n the farms closer, too. It's a good thing I married a townie. 'Sides, I'm happier here. I love my family, but 'f I'm t'do right by 'em, I can at least live with the man I love.

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[identity profile] valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com
Saturday, May 15th, about 5pm
Valmont and Hermia's apartment and garden


I've never thrown a party for a teenage girl before, but hopefully this will do. Alice doesn't exactly have many friends, and there aren't that many teenagers in town I'd trust to be kind to her and not make fun of her, but she wants a party with people her own age, which makes sense. She doesn't seem very grown up to me, but I know how important it is that she feels grown up, despite everything that's happened to her. So I invited Johnny, Damien and Ri, because they're good kids, and Micah may be a little strange but he's a decent boy, I'm sure of it, and like Alice he could do with some friends. But I wanted Fiona to be able to come too, because she was Alice's first friend who wasn't an adult, so I've started the party in the late afternoon so she can be here for a little while at least. As for the rest of the guest list, they are mine and Hermia's friends, but I trust them to wish Alice many happy returns and to make the party seem busy. Besides, it's a celebration of our family too, I think, not just of Alice's birthday, and so it's right that we have our family friends here too. The thought makes me smile.

It's a dry afternoon, thank goodness, though I've laid out drinks and food on our dining table inside in case of rain. Hermia and I put up bunting and laid out candles along the path in the garden, and it all looks lovely.

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[identity profile] valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com
Saturday, May 15th, about 5pm
Valmont and Hermia's apartment and garden


I've never thrown a party for a teenage girl before, but hopefully this will do. Alice doesn't exactly have many friends, and there aren't that many teenagers in town I'd trust to be kind to her and not make fun of her, but she wants a party with people her own age, which makes sense. She doesn't seem very grown up to me, but I know how important it is that she feels grown up, despite everything that's happened to her. So I invited Johnny, Damien and Ri, because they're good kids, and Micah may be a little strange but he's a decent boy, I'm sure of it, and like Alice he could do with some friends. But I wanted Fiona to be able to come too, because she was Alice's first friend who wasn't an adult, so I've started the party in the late afternoon so she can be here for a little while at least. As for the rest of the guest list, they are mine and Hermia's friends, but I trust them to wish Alice many happy returns and to make the party seem busy. Besides, it's a celebration of our family too, I think, not just of Alice's birthday, and so it's right that we have our family friends here too. The thought makes me smile.

It's a dry afternoon, thank goodness, though I've laid out drinks and food on our dining table inside in case of rain. Hermia and I put up bunting and laid out candles along the path in the garden, and it all looks lovely.

[open to party guests]

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