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[sunbaked_baker]

Autumn is already coming in; though it is still somewhat warm in the strong sunshine of midday, a faint chill is creeping in among the shadows that promises to grow as the days shorten. The leaves on the trees are beginning to turn, and none of the garden plants look as robust as they did during the blazing days of summer. Some have already been uprooted after their season passed.

Young Rae Seddon, currently ten years old and somewhat filthy in her second-hand clothes, is taking a break with a glass of cold lemonade and a tattered paperback book of scary short stories (Vampire Tales and Other Eerie Matters VII) at the picnic table outside the bar's back door. She has been helping prepare the perennial plants of the garden for winter, laying down a thick carpet of straw at their bases to protect their roots from the coming cold. Occasional bits of straw and leaves have stuck to her clothing, but she doesn't mind. Her attention is wholly on the scary story unfolding in the pages of her book, completely engrossed in the growing suspense.


(ooc: Reusing an EP. I'll be around for threading most of the day. <33)

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

There are people in Philly who'll repair shoes and boots in exchange for bottlecaps, but the ones Ellen went to clammed up as soon as they saw the Brotherhood emblem on her uniform. Something about not wanting to piss off the ice gangs that wanted them out of the city.

Whatever. Ellen bought some leather and some tools from a much less fussy vendor- one who mentioned a Vault somewhere on the outskirts of the city during the exchange- and is now settled in at a well-lit table, patching her boots up yet again. At this point they are more patch than boot, but, hey, they're water-tight. Or they will be once she finishes today's work.