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Yakov011001
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"Fuck me!" Levian flinched from the wood suddenly letting go of his saw, now with nothing to bite into it came back faster than he was ready for. A couple teeth caught the base of his left thumb and gave him a good nick. Nothing devastating of course, but—"Doesn't mean it hurts any less." He grumbled, sticking the cut in his mouth and letting the iron wash over his tongue.
A little out of his depth, Levian hadn't had the time to visit the local carpenter for help or insight on how woodworking—well—works, yet. What was his name? Etienne? Before he gets around to his next attempt at trying to fix the damn hole in his roof, he should probably ask for some pointers. Clearing the splintered boards wasn't much of a hassle, and the opening had been cleaned up for the installation of replacement boards but it looks like they stumbled upon the difficult part. I'll have to see about borrowing some of that gauze Karera made for me. I wonder if she's closed up already? What is it, 6:30? He checked his watch, nodding to himself in confirmation.
"Wait a fuckin' second! Town meeting! Ah shit, hold on." Levian started to scramble around at that, tearing off his work clothes and tossing them onto 'the chair' before closing in on a basket on the other end of the room. "Right, right, right. Need Levia to look decent at least. Oh, but this is a big boy meeting, can't skimp out for the boss, right? Not that I'll make it if I'm not sprinting for it; sorry, Levia. No skirt tonight," He wiggled out of his binder with some level of difficulty. "Fuckin—get the hell off me!" Finally it came free, its resistance against him repaid by being flung across the room by his efforts to fight against it. Something that caused him to let out a fatigued but relieved sigh. "That's—bwef—that's much better," She mused, her hand coming up to massage her chest a bit from the soreness. "Well! That's enough of a break, back to it!"
Sprinting up the town square, Levia let her pace come down as she approached the door to the manor. Finding Aluk there gave her some amount of confidence.
"Does that mean I'm not late, boss?" She flashed him a smile before checking her watch. 6:50!? Man, Levian still had plenty of time to get more work done. Still, it was comforting to her nerves to have gotten a laugh out of Aluk with that.
"Not at all, in fact you're early enough to get first dibs on the small sandwiches."
"Free food!? So that's why you're the boss."
Crossing the threshold into the manor, Levia stopped dead in her tracks once she found that she was the first to arrive!
"Wh—fu—it's just me!?" Great, you know what that means: ten minutes of standing around doing nothing.
At least I can take advantage of my first dibs!
"Thank you all for attending. There's a lot to discuss, so I'll skip over any further pleasantries this time around."
It didn't take too long for other people to start filling into the manor, thank god for that. Still, it was a business meeting so when Aluk finally joined and started laying down the law, Levia was ready to start taking notes.
He opened with the priority he gave each task. Well, already Levia couldn't say she was on the same page. The clinic of course should absolutely be a top priority, but top of the list? He says "operational, but highly limited in resources" which begs the question, how were they supposed to get it operational again? Get more resources, yeah, but from where? The bridge was down, no way they could get a hold of what they needed with their dedicated trade route decommissioned. He knows that of course, so he assigns Etienne and Soren the task of getting it back in commission, and no one had been tasked with clinical restoration. Right, what was I thinking? The Barron has everything under control. What's expected of me right now is to find somewhere to make myself useful. Let me see about getting into that bridge repair squad. We're gonna need all hands on for this one.
Returning to her notes with a fervor, she started putting together rough estimates of material requirements, structural ratings, and their timeline. All things that unfortunately pulled her mind away from the rest of the meeting.
A little out of his depth, Levian hadn't had the time to visit the local carpenter for help or insight on how woodworking—well—works, yet. What was his name? Etienne? Before he gets around to his next attempt at trying to fix the damn hole in his roof, he should probably ask for some pointers. Clearing the splintered boards wasn't much of a hassle, and the opening had been cleaned up for the installation of replacement boards but it looks like they stumbled upon the difficult part. I'll have to see about borrowing some of that gauze Karera made for me. I wonder if she's closed up already? What is it, 6:30? He checked his watch, nodding to himself in confirmation.
"Wait a fuckin' second! Town meeting! Ah shit, hold on." Levian started to scramble around at that, tearing off his work clothes and tossing them onto 'the chair' before closing in on a basket on the other end of the room. "Right, right, right. Need Levia to look decent at least. Oh, but this is a big boy meeting, can't skimp out for the boss, right? Not that I'll make it if I'm not sprinting for it; sorry, Levia. No skirt tonight," He wiggled out of his binder with some level of difficulty. "Fuckin—get the hell off me!" Finally it came free, its resistance against him repaid by being flung across the room by his efforts to fight against it. Something that caused him to let out a fatigued but relieved sigh. "That's—bwef—that's much better," She mused, her hand coming up to massage her chest a bit from the soreness. "Well! That's enough of a break, back to it!"
Sprinting up the town square, Levia let her pace come down as she approached the door to the manor. Finding Aluk there gave her some amount of confidence.
"Does that mean I'm not late, boss?" She flashed him a smile before checking her watch. 6:50!? Man, Levian still had plenty of time to get more work done. Still, it was comforting to her nerves to have gotten a laugh out of Aluk with that.
"Not at all, in fact you're early enough to get first dibs on the small sandwiches."
"Free food!? So that's why you're the boss."
Crossing the threshold into the manor, Levia stopped dead in her tracks once she found that she was the first to arrive!
"Wh—fu—it's just me!?" Great, you know what that means: ten minutes of standing around doing nothing.
At least I can take advantage of my first dibs!
"Thank you all for attending. There's a lot to discuss, so I'll skip over any further pleasantries this time around."
It didn't take too long for other people to start filling into the manor, thank god for that. Still, it was a business meeting so when Aluk finally joined and started laying down the law, Levia was ready to start taking notes.
He opened with the priority he gave each task. Well, already Levia couldn't say she was on the same page. The clinic of course should absolutely be a top priority, but top of the list? He says "operational, but highly limited in resources" which begs the question, how were they supposed to get it operational again? Get more resources, yeah, but from where? The bridge was down, no way they could get a hold of what they needed with their dedicated trade route decommissioned. He knows that of course, so he assigns Etienne and Soren the task of getting it back in commission, and no one had been tasked with clinical restoration. Right, what was I thinking? The Barron has everything under control. What's expected of me right now is to find somewhere to make myself useful. Let me see about getting into that bridge repair squad. We're gonna need all hands on for this one.
Returning to her notes with a fervor, she started putting together rough estimates of material requirements, structural ratings, and their timeline. All things that unfortunately pulled her mind away from the rest of the meeting.
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leviohsa
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Gentle rainfall acted as a backdrop for Edith's studies for most of the day. Her time at home was filled with reading and translating faded texts from some tougher cases she ran into before the earthquake. The unfortunate truth was that she hadn't run into many new findings recently. With the town in disarray and in recovery, she couldn't seem to run into any insightful findings. Nor did she find her usual inspiration.
The familiar feeling of exhaustion compelled her to huff, letting herself slump backwards into her chair. Blonde hair disheveled, glasses slipping down her nose. Her brain was officially melted into nothingness, and all she was left with was a feeling of mental exhaustion. The kind that willed her to rub her eyes in an attempt to regain full coherent thinking.
She could almost hear her Godson's voice in the back of her mind, telling her to get up and get a move on. It made her laugh quietly, a grin lifting her features before she sat up straight again, checking her watch for the time.
Aluk should be starting the meeting soon...
She checked her pocket watch, relieved to find that she had some time to change and get to the Manor with enough time to spare. She wanted to be early, knowing that her friend would be nervous for this meeting. It was... different from the others. Much more grim, holding a feeling of grief that no one in town had quite gotten used to yet. It was hard to ignore the elephant in the room; Many of the townspeople were waiting on Aluk's next move. Watching for his decision to see if he is capable.
While Edith trusted him with her life, she knew it would take the others some convincing.
The Archaeologist was pleasantly surprised to find that she was not the first to arrive. Seeing so many familiar faces in one room made her smile, despite the less than favorable circumstances. Once she snagged herself and Calian a drink and some snacks, she made her way over to the seat next to her Godson, leaning over to him once she was settled, "Wow, I knew this was serious, but it's weirdly quiet in here..." Her voice was low as she spoke, the older woman making a face before taking a bite of the croissant she picked out.
As the meeting picked up, Edith was thankful that she didn't have to speak much tonight. After reading and rereading texts written in different languages for a solid five hours, she was afraid that her words would simply come out like jumbled garbage. Instead, she let the rest of the town speak, unable to contain her huff of laughter at Lyria's "WHOOT, WHOOT!"
Despite her less than stellar behavior in the past, Edith had to admit that she was thankful for Lyria's cheery response in an otherwise tense and silent room. She was equally as thankful for Damaris' genuine inquiries.
Once her questions were answered, Edith decided to chime in, standing up, "I do not really have questions, however, I wanted to express how thankful I am to be a part of such a wonderful community." Her smile was warm and genuine as she pushed up her glasses, "Many of you moved here rather recently, and despite that, have shown kindness and support to each other that will never be unnoticed. So, thank you all. I am happy I get to work through this crisis with such a wonderful group." With a gentle nod, she took her seat once more, deciding to snack on her second croissant.
The familiar feeling of exhaustion compelled her to huff, letting herself slump backwards into her chair. Blonde hair disheveled, glasses slipping down her nose. Her brain was officially melted into nothingness, and all she was left with was a feeling of mental exhaustion. The kind that willed her to rub her eyes in an attempt to regain full coherent thinking.
She could almost hear her Godson's voice in the back of her mind, telling her to get up and get a move on. It made her laugh quietly, a grin lifting her features before she sat up straight again, checking her watch for the time.
Aluk should be starting the meeting soon...
She checked her pocket watch, relieved to find that she had some time to change and get to the Manor with enough time to spare. She wanted to be early, knowing that her friend would be nervous for this meeting. It was... different from the others. Much more grim, holding a feeling of grief that no one in town had quite gotten used to yet. It was hard to ignore the elephant in the room; Many of the townspeople were waiting on Aluk's next move. Watching for his decision to see if he is capable.
While Edith trusted him with her life, she knew it would take the others some convincing.
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The Archaeologist was pleasantly surprised to find that she was not the first to arrive. Seeing so many familiar faces in one room made her smile, despite the less than favorable circumstances. Once she snagged herself and Calian a drink and some snacks, she made her way over to the seat next to her Godson, leaning over to him once she was settled, "Wow, I knew this was serious, but it's weirdly quiet in here..." Her voice was low as she spoke, the older woman making a face before taking a bite of the croissant she picked out.
As the meeting picked up, Edith was thankful that she didn't have to speak much tonight. After reading and rereading texts written in different languages for a solid five hours, she was afraid that her words would simply come out like jumbled garbage. Instead, she let the rest of the town speak, unable to contain her huff of laughter at Lyria's "WHOOT, WHOOT!"
Despite her less than stellar behavior in the past, Edith had to admit that she was thankful for Lyria's cheery response in an otherwise tense and silent room. She was equally as thankful for Damaris' genuine inquiries.
Once her questions were answered, Edith decided to chime in, standing up, "I do not really have questions, however, I wanted to express how thankful I am to be a part of such a wonderful community." Her smile was warm and genuine as she pushed up her glasses, "Many of you moved here rather recently, and despite that, have shown kindness and support to each other that will never be unnoticed. So, thank you all. I am happy I get to work through this crisis with such a wonderful group." With a gentle nod, she took her seat once more, deciding to snack on her second croissant.
StellaMari
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Evan.
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Sunrise in Trouvaille was Cross's favorite time of the day. He was up before dawn but by the time he noticed the sky, the sun already emerged fully, but today started with a good sign. Cross's mailbag prepped quickly and the sunrise welcomed him with the brightest colors. Morning mail was easy with the limits being within the town but Cross wasn't concerned about that part of his job. The special requests and shipments would hit Cross soon enough and it was good for him to start a good routine with the best parts of his job.
He chanced wearing his fall and winter uniform for the first time this year and the rain trickling down Cross's umbrella made it a good call. His boots became muddy and caked over before the sun met the highest point in the sky, and he spent his lunch washing the bottoms of his favorite shoe before making himself a small sandwich. Peanut butter on toasted white bread. Honey drizzled over. A simple meal but a nostalgic one his mom always made for him. Cross was going to rate today a 9/10. It would be a 10/10 if his dad was here.
After delivering morning mail, Cross should be sorting out incoming and outgoing mail requests, but the earthquake damages still hindered the movement of larger mail. Things were piling up after a season, and Cross could only imagine how large the pile was on the other side. He and his dad were a bit lucky with the disaster. The family house was out on the Eastern Road near the bridge out to the city, and stood rather strong against the shake. A few broken nice plates to clean up after didn't compare to the displacement of other villagers Cross all knew and cared about.
One of the first places fixed in town was the Post Office. It's an important part of the community after all, and Cross and his father, Basil, worked hard with Aluk to get it running as quickly as possible. While Cross worked the daily routine, Basil was considerate enough to ask around if other villagers needed to contact family and friends outside of town. When he got those letters all together, he left in the middle of the night to give Cross this opportunity to prove himself, to himself.
So by the sun setting, Cross changed out of his olive green uniform and replaced it with a plain white crew neck t-shirt and a pair of light washed jeans. His matching denim jacket held cute stickers the kids in town gifted him in exchange for their parents' mail. He knew all the spots water pooled together in town, letting his sneaker stay dry by the time he reached the manor for the town meeting. He was early but decided to stand in the back wall. His height even sitting down could be annoying so it was more considerate for him to watch from afar. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall. Maybe this was a bit too comfortable as Cross could feel his eyes growing heavy as Aluk started to explain the restoration plans... It's been a long day after all...
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