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Estelle Bright ([personal profile] brightlyshines) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs2018-03-18 10:43 pm

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Who: Estelle Bright & whoever else wants to bother her!
Where: The town, the lakeside.
When: Open prompts on the 18th, private prompt with Joshua on the night of the 15th.
What: Estelle's finally located some fishing poles. She's ready to see what she can fish up, but unfortunately, the lake has some rather interesting fish... Also, collecting firewood.
Warnings: creepy mutant fish with too many heads and teeth, ahoy.

Locked to Joshua - night of the 15th
[Estelle was tired, dirty and hungry, but mostly tired. Their investigations today provided more questions than answers, and with dark falling soon, she knew they'd get little else done today. Stumbling around in the dark wasn't going to get them anywhere safely or sanely.

Better to rest up, see what tomorrow brought-- not that she had to like it, of course.]


Aaaaah... what I wouldn't give for a proper bed. How about you, Joshua?

Fishing at the Lakeside - 18th

[It had taken some hunting, but eventually Estelle had managed to find a few fishing poles in an empty boathouse. Some fishing enthusiast had left them behind, no doubt, and Estelle hopes wherever the previous owner was, they weren't missing them too much. She manages to collect some bits of foodstuff from the store as well as some bugs before heading out to the lakeside, settling in and casting her line. She's still not sure about testing out this water herself, but if there were any fish, she'd find them.

Now to wait. All she needed was a touch....

While she does though, maybe someone might join her? There's a few spare poles set off to the side, after all.]


Baby it's gonna get cold outside - 18th
[While cuddling up with Joshua at night was nice and certainly warm, Estelle knew that ready to use firewood was probably going to be necessary at some point for people here. She didn't have an axe to cut at trees, but there was plenty of broken and useless furniture laying around, ready to be broken apart. So Estelle selects a few especially unrepairable looking pieces, broken frames and rotten through chairs, and gets to work on them, using a rock to knock pieces loose when her hands won't do.

Slowly but surely, a sizable pile will form. An even bigger one might form with a little help! Or maybe someone needs some firewood to keep warm at night? She'll be leaving the pile out near the store for everyone once she's done.]
whereabout: (i would punch a child for taco bell)

[personal profile] whereabout 2018-03-20 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sits down, a bit heavily, and listens.

Weeks of time he's missing, in which the Aureole was destroyed, Weissmann (maybe) dead...

He takes a deep breath. ]


I hope you're right.

[ Joshua can't find it in him to be quite so forgiving. He regrets a lot of things, killing so many people...but even if he's finished with that life, he'd still kill Weissmann without thinking twice, even if he's cynical about exactly what it would take. He hadn't been sure that even crashing the Glorious would do the job.

Mostly, it's just a matter of...seeing it. Without a body, there's always going to be some part of him that isn't convinced. ]
whereabout: is considered assault. (apparently farting at a cop)

[personal profile] whereabout 2018-03-20 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least some things don't change, no matter what bizarre circumstances they've found themselves in.

Things like Estelle's determined optimism. Things like the effect she has on him, because despite his very reasonable doubts, it still helps just to hear her say it. ]


Thank you, Estelle.
whereabout: an owl, and a knife (its a long story involving jim bean)

[personal profile] whereabout 2018-03-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
If you...

[ If you weren't here, I don't know what I'd do is on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself.

He doesn't know, but he has a few ideas, and honestly, they probably don't bear thinking about. She's here, and she's not going anywhere, and he knows that if he tries to go anywhere again she'll just keep chasing him down.

And that's enough.

So instead of finishing that sentence, he just sighs softly and leans against her. ]
whereabout: is considered assault. (apparently farting at a cop)

[personal profile] whereabout 2018-03-22 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.

[ And not only because he knows she'll kick his ass if he disappears again. ]