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logsville2021-02-07 05:34 pm
latrodectus) wrote in logsville2021-02-07 05:34 pm
OPEN
Who: Natasha and You.
When: First week after arrival, before the event.
Where: Around town!
What: Natasha meets the neighbors, goes to the library.
Warnings: N/A, will update if necessary.
A. Guns or Butter
[ Natasha did not grow up with a kindly babuskha watching over her shoulder, telling her how to beat the eggs. Instead, she had dormitory kitchens and field rations, careful portions of second grade wheat flour. What she knew how to make, she'd taught herself.
It is how they explain it in American textbooks: you can have guns or butter. She'd always chosen guns. And takeout. And a glass of wine before bed.
But if there was one lesson her upbringing did teacher, it was that you work with what you have. So one trip to the grocery store, and a stop at the library, and she was making what the recipe assured her were cakes, to bring to her new neighbors.
She delivers them by hand, of course, ringing the doorbell and waiting outside with a smile. That was the point. To meet them, maybe get a look inside their houses, make a perimeter. ]
Hi, I'm Natalie. [ She says, holding the unnaturally colored cake up in her white-gloved hands. It isn't poison. At least, not on purpose. ]
I just moved in.
B. Odyssey
[ She does love books, especially long and sad stories where everything ends neatly, with nothing frayed. But that isn't why she goes to the library. She wants to see the town records for herself. Natasha expects them to be lies, but even the lies people tell reveal the truth they want to be believed.
But there's nothing, nothing from the past ten years, at least. Her eyes scan the shelves, sometimes taking out a book and looking at the publishing date, then hurriedly putting it back. If someone catches her looking, though, she turns to them and whispers: ]
Do you know where the romances are?
C. Lovely Dark and Deep
[ She tries the forest, too, as the sun is just beginning to sink into the depths of the sky. The woods are thick enough that it's easy not to notice, and the light that does shine through is warmer, with the dusk.
It feels like the most lonely spot in this town, and that's almost freeing, in a way. Natasha stops for a moment, leaning on the fence. She takes her hair down.
And then there's a horrible, horrible laugh.
There's another hiker approaching, and she meets their gaze, her own eyes asking the unspoken question: did you hear that? ]
D. Wildcard
[ Natasha is going to be wandering all around town after arrival, trying to case the place out. Feel free to run into her, or have her catch your character doing something unusual. ]
When: First week after arrival, before the event.
Where: Around town!
What: Natasha meets the neighbors, goes to the library.
Warnings: N/A, will update if necessary.
A. Guns or Butter
[ Natasha did not grow up with a kindly babuskha watching over her shoulder, telling her how to beat the eggs. Instead, she had dormitory kitchens and field rations, careful portions of second grade wheat flour. What she knew how to make, she'd taught herself.
It is how they explain it in American textbooks: you can have guns or butter. She'd always chosen guns. And takeout. And a glass of wine before bed.
But if there was one lesson her upbringing did teacher, it was that you work with what you have. So one trip to the grocery store, and a stop at the library, and she was making what the recipe assured her were cakes, to bring to her new neighbors.
She delivers them by hand, of course, ringing the doorbell and waiting outside with a smile. That was the point. To meet them, maybe get a look inside their houses, make a perimeter. ]
Hi, I'm Natalie. [ She says, holding the unnaturally colored cake up in her white-gloved hands. It isn't poison. At least, not on purpose. ]
I just moved in.
B. Odyssey
[ She does love books, especially long and sad stories where everything ends neatly, with nothing frayed. But that isn't why she goes to the library. She wants to see the town records for herself. Natasha expects them to be lies, but even the lies people tell reveal the truth they want to be believed.
But there's nothing, nothing from the past ten years, at least. Her eyes scan the shelves, sometimes taking out a book and looking at the publishing date, then hurriedly putting it back. If someone catches her looking, though, she turns to them and whispers: ]
Do you know where the romances are?
C. Lovely Dark and Deep
[ She tries the forest, too, as the sun is just beginning to sink into the depths of the sky. The woods are thick enough that it's easy not to notice, and the light that does shine through is warmer, with the dusk.
It feels like the most lonely spot in this town, and that's almost freeing, in a way. Natasha stops for a moment, leaning on the fence. She takes her hair down.
And then there's a horrible, horrible laugh.
There's another hiker approaching, and she meets their gaze, her own eyes asking the unspoken question: did you hear that? ]
D. Wildcard
[ Natasha is going to be wandering all around town after arrival, trying to case the place out. Feel free to run into her, or have her catch your character doing something unusual. ]
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[ she was too busy keeping her head down, trying to ignore everything and everyone around her as she made her way up here.
fucking stupid mistake- a rookie thing she shouldn't have done at all but here they are, completely in the fucking dark. she channels the frustration and anger into presenting a nervous, scared expression towards the older woman. ] -Are we going to be okay? Should we, um, check it out? It could be someone hurt or something.
[ that's the stupidest thing she ever had to say but that's what blossom would suggest, because that persona is a well-meaning idiot. ]
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Did they β [ It? Could be an it. ] β sound hurt to you?
[ She doesn't move, much, and maybe she should. The girl is full of nervous energy. Or babbling. But she could've heard something Natasha didn't. ]
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It did. [ not they but it. because noelle isnβt going to pretend thereβs not a possibility of something freaky going down here. if something or someone can drag all their asses here, all bets are off.
taking a few calming breaths to get her heart under control, noelle tries to listen for the sound and! there is it. the sound is back andβ ]
It... It sounds like itβs getting closer. [ great. ]
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[ Natasha's voice, on the other hand, sounds like it's coming from further away. She thinks about pursuing, but she's completely unarmed. Not a problem against a human being, or one of those doppelgangers. But she doesn't know what's out there.
And there's the girl. ]
Maybe we should get out of here.
[ Softly. Like something might be listening. ]
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[ noelle is not going to complain about that. not by a long shot. she quickly checks her sneakers to make sure they're properly tied up, not wanting to meet her death thanks to untied laces.
and, just in case she needs to yell out something- ] I'm Blossom. I wish we could have met under better circumstances, miss.
[ but this fucking town is determined to not make things easy. ]