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maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
illuminescent) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
There she goes
WHO: Lucy Pevensie and you!
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
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Nothing will stop the days from getting shorter, though.
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[She isn't teasing, she's brightening, instead.]
I would thank you for the chance!
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But I'm sure you have a lot of friends there.
[ He really can't imagine Lucy NOT having a lot of friends. She's just so kind and goodhearted. ]
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[She can think of several, really.]
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Anyone who doesn't hold you in good regard has something seriously wrong with them. And perhaps they're people I should talk to.
[ Or put on his list of jerks who he needs to get revenge on before he dies in this world. ]
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[She fidgets a little.]
You surely have better things to occupy your hours.
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[ Walt smiles at her and then places a hand lightly on her shoulder, giving an affectionate squeeze. ]
I've grown fond of you, Lucy. You're everything I hope my daughter grows up to be. And in many ways, being friends with you has helped to remind me of my family. Because of that, I would do what it takes to keep you safe and to make things easier. Think of me like your old father who just can't help but stick his nose into your business and threatens away anyone who hurts you.
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You know I recall my own father so little, so it is-
[She's leaning against him, then, fondly.]
It means so much to me that you would say such things to me. That you would think of me as your own daughter.
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That means more to me than you could realize. You've allowed me to hold on to my humanity, if only for a little while.