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nedofpies ([personal profile] nedofpies) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-07-06 05:00 pm

[open] a friend in need's a friend indeed

Who: Ned and OPEN
What: Random encounters & fallout from dream-walking tomfoolery
Where: House 20, the garden, anywhere around town
When: Day 89

It's been a long week. A long, mostly-sleepless, weird week during which Ned has seen far more of his friends' and neighbors' subconsciouses than he would have liked to. Plus, a creepy city made of crystals that everyone seems to have seen, but no one will claim as their own. Shady stuff. Today, he is determined to wear himself out. Perhaps if he's tired enough, whatever mojo the men behind the curtain have put on him won't be strong enough to stir him out of a deep and dreamless sleep.

It's probably a futile tactic, but he can't just do nothing.

So he is a bustle of activity - cleaning the house, walking around town, checking on the crops to see if they are holding up well (carefully, with an eye for any enterprising tigers roaming too close to the edge of the forest), keeping an eye out for new faces and an ear out for rumors of missing ones.
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jazz looks at Ned with slightly narrowed green eyes, flicking his bad ear, before rubbing his chin against the offered hand. It seems to be a gesture of acceptance, and his owner smiles as she watches. She gives Ned a slightly broader smile. A sign of liking animals is, usually, a good thing in a person. Cute and shy is also an endearing set of qualities. In her mind, at least.

"Fortescue. It's nice to meet you, Ned." Her smile takes on a slightly more wry glint. She can't decide if it's nicer to meet people, on account of being stuck here, or just a shame, in general. "Have you been here long?"
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-10 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
"A few weeks. I'm still pretty new, I suppose."

It already feels longer, somehow, but Fortescue reminds herself that that's just a symptom of their confinement. Telling a broad frame of time is more difficult when you only have basic clocks and the rising and setting of the sun. She doesn't keep a fastidious grasp on the passing of time, either, though maybe she should.

Jazz purrs lazily, leaning his head into the offered attention.

"He was a stray when he was found," she explains of her cat, chuckling again. "Rail-thin, bad attitude, and that ear. He's mellowed out a little."
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-11 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It's odd, isn't it, how this place makes us adapt and change so quickly." Fortescue has a thoughtful expression on her face. "I'm from Imperium. 1941. It's probably called Britain, on your world."

She knew that from her Void Traveler's training, although, who knew, perhaps there was another Imperium out there somewhere. With supposedly countless worlds, who was to say that there wasn't?

"And yourself?"
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-15 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"It is, yes." She chuckles softly, nodding. "Mostly everyone here seems to be from ahead of my time. But we do have computers and things of that nature, so where I come from appears to be somewhat... unique."

And then there was the magic, which wasn't consistently scattered among the multiverse either.

Fortescue tilts her head slightly to the side, thoughtful. "Is your tiny town bigger or smaller than the Cape?"

It's as good a way to measure size as any.
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-16 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Unique on the other end of the spectrum," she observes. Most of the people in the Cape are at least passingly acquainted with technology. "I've never lived in a small place for very long before. It's an... adjustment."

Missions have sometimes taken a week or two, in small locations, but never longer. It's a stretch to say that she's lived there, rather than simply traveled, but what else can she say? It's more entertaining than the truth, which is that she lives alone in a giant house and isn't allowed to have true acquaintances or friends. Too many background checks involved.

And they don't trust her, which is just an added problem. Darby does, maybe, but the Council clearly doesn't.

Fortescue smiles very wryly at Ned's last comment. "Yes, I'm very lucky."

She doesn't like to think about what she'd be like, prolonged without her soul. Constant hallucinations, discomfort, no moral compass? No, it's best not to think about it at all.
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-17 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
She sympathizes entirely, all the same. Jazz is the closest thing she has to a true best friend. It doesn't seem right to her that so many discount the good feelings that having a pet can bring. Sometimes, they can be better to have around than people.

Or maybe that's just her loneliness talking.

"I'm a soldier. Of sorts."

It's the closest approximation she can think of that doesn't mention the kills people for the government bit. And the does whatever it takes to get something done bit. And it's what people in the Cape have been most comfortable with. Even if the thought of her being a soldier is laughable — everyone back home knows what a problem she has with authority — it's still the best avenue.

"Though I suppose I'm on vacation from that kind of thing," she quips, smiling slightly. "And yourself?"
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-20 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm," Fortescue confirms, nodding. "They call it World War Two."

She's not sure what she calls it — other than bloody, inconvenient, horrifying, and a mess. Fortescue can't even claim to have a small part in it. If the Inveterates have their way, the human race will be nothing more than slaves to the elves, as they were during the Dark Ages.

"I'm glad to know we have more people around here who know how to cook. Pies especially. Though I suppose you're short on ingredients right now?"
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-07-22 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you ever make a fish pie, I do some fairly mean fishing," she replies. It's more of a joke, really, as she grins. "Jazz and I need to head in that direction, I think. But it's been very nice to meet you, Ned. I'm sure we'll see you around in the future?"