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onceavikingEric is lounging in a chair, one long leg draped across the armrest.
He's reading a French novel and is seemingly utterly engrossed.
He's reading a French novel and is seemingly utterly engrossed.
Feb. 26th, 2014
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Feb. 26th, 2014 08:06 amdamncompass[OOM: It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
I’m never going back,
The past is in the past
In which Joshua might finally let it go.]
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
I’m never going back,
The past is in the past
In which Joshua might finally let it go.]
First entrance
Feb. 26th, 2014 12:40 pminspector_blueeyesA tall, slender man is a royal blue suit comes into the bar. He tips off his matching fedora and looks around discreetly. He takes a seat at the back of the bar, his back to the wall and after observing someone doing the same, orders a green tea from one of the waiter-rats.
He takes out a small notebook and starts making notes of his observations of this strange place, doing his best not to bring attention to himself. Feel free to come bother him.
He takes out a small notebook and starts making notes of his observations of this strange place, doing his best not to bring attention to himself. Feel free to come bother him.
ostro_gothIt is not getting any colder. While it is certainly not summer, this year lacks any proper winter.
So, rather than wait too long, Teja has summoned those that have promised to help with this task, and work is underway, burning charcoal.
There is wood to be chopped and stacked in piles, which must then be tightly covered in turf; the kiln will be lit and must be watched so it will not catch on fire, but slowly glow through and through, leaving the wood turned into charcoal. Keeping just the smallest bit of air flowing through the chimney in the middle so the glow will not be smothered entirely is a part of it that borders on art, not just science. There is tar, also, to be harvested through a bung-hole.
They are very busy, and very dirty and smelly -- there is a reason why the colliers of the old days would live by themselves in the woods, avoided by honest folk. It was regarded as something of a black art.
While they work, they will not talk much; but when they take breaks and food is brought out, they might be more sociable.-
[[OOC: Party-style post for everybody whom Teja had offered a job on this project; spontaneous helping out or curious enquiries are just as welcome. Tag in, then tag out & mingle! Thanks!]]
So, rather than wait too long, Teja has summoned those that have promised to help with this task, and work is underway, burning charcoal.
There is wood to be chopped and stacked in piles, which must then be tightly covered in turf; the kiln will be lit and must be watched so it will not catch on fire, but slowly glow through and through, leaving the wood turned into charcoal. Keeping just the smallest bit of air flowing through the chimney in the middle so the glow will not be smothered entirely is a part of it that borders on art, not just science. There is tar, also, to be harvested through a bung-hole.
They are very busy, and very dirty and smelly -- there is a reason why the colliers of the old days would live by themselves in the woods, avoided by honest folk. It was regarded as something of a black art.
While they work, they will not talk much; but when they take breaks and food is brought out, they might be more sociable.-
[[OOC: Party-style post for everybody whom Teja had offered a job on this project; spontaneous helping out or curious enquiries are just as welcome. Tag in, then tag out & mingle! Thanks!]]
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Feb. 26th, 2014 10:30 pmrexque_futurusIt's one of those days.
Allie's a generally pretty upbeat girl, but she's as susceptible to the need to curl up in bed with a gallon of ice cream and a blanket as anyone (not that she has the former, because the cherry on top of her day would be making herself sick with too much ice cream). Like when she completely forgets an assignment that was due today, tears the Avalon High sweatshirt Will lent her in a way that is beyond her meager ability to fix, and caps it off by straining her ankle on a daily run.
So she's taken over that traditional refuge of the forlorn and cold, one of the comfy chairs near the fire. At first, she was kinda fascinated by the fish in the fire, but her interest devolved quickly into staring at it blankly and wondering how she's supposed to fix the world if she can't even fix this day.
Allie's a generally pretty upbeat girl, but she's as susceptible to the need to curl up in bed with a gallon of ice cream and a blanket as anyone (not that she has the former, because the cherry on top of her day would be making herself sick with too much ice cream). Like when she completely forgets an assignment that was due today, tears the Avalon High sweatshirt Will lent her in a way that is beyond her meager ability to fix, and caps it off by straining her ankle on a daily run.
So she's taken over that traditional refuge of the forlorn and cold, one of the comfy chairs near the fire. At first, she was kinda fascinated by the fish in the fire, but her interest devolved quickly into staring at it blankly and wondering how she's supposed to fix the world if she can't even fix this day.
