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apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-01 07:26 pm
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Log - Catch-all for December - Open
Who: Mercy Graves & OTA
When: Throughout December
Where: Around Gloucester
Summary: Mercy meets a new roommate... only to explain she's leaving, converts to become a servant of Pelor, and practices with her dead friend's glaive
Warnings: discussion of character death, mention of grave-robbing
I. Hello, Goodbye (for Rue)
With the Flophouse's repairs complete, Mercy's been eyeing a date to move to the new residence sometime in early December. It's hard to believe this is happening, but with just her and Aelwyn and their ever-revolving third roommates, this feels right. They need to have it just be them, find a little more privacy for the elf to practice and study away from ADI's watch. Mercy isn't going to complain about the lack of curfew that should allow for an easier time where her night-time wanderings are concerned. They've finished the Flophouse, certainly... but more coin could go toward Helping Hands or some other charity. She remembers Kugrash trying to organize getting clothes and blankets for the unhoused people of Gloucester last year. His efforts should carry forward, really.
For now, though, she's sitting in the shared living room with a basket filled with branch holly bush and pine branch sprigs, small pine cones and nuts, and a few hard red berries she'd found growing on some of the bushes. She's busy weaving the materials into a few different crowns. Things keep happening to ruin her efforts toward a Season Changing festival, but by Pelor, she's going to have at least a private celebration for the winter.
She glances up when she hears someone at the door, but turns back to her task, thinking it's Aelwyn returning home. "Welcome back, mine liking. Got a kettle on if you got a taste for some tea to warm you up. It's gone mighty cold out there today."
II. Pelor
Mercy's still not sure about this, but it feels... well, it feels more right than the Spring Tide or Brother Earth do at the moment. It's just before dawn, and she's down on one knee out in front of ADI Headquarters. She's making no effort to be discreet as she's settled directly next to the path leading up to the front door. Her head is bowed in supplication; though, she's not wearing her usual white novitiate scarf atop her head. Just as the first rays of light begin to spill over the horizon she springs abruptly to her feet with a joyous shout and outstretched arms.
"Good morning, Dawnfather!" This is how you worship Pelor, right? She really should have asked Garner more about his rituals. But... well... she's trying. Any god could appreciate that, right?
III. Sparring Practice
The glaive is too long for her. Mercy grits her teeth as it whips to the side of where she wants it to go, sinking into the training dummy's shoulder instead of across its neck. She's not controlling it right, the balance isn't like her shovel. She yanks the weapon out of the dummy and huffs a sigh as she presses the bottom of the shaft onto the ground and just leans there for a moment.
The glaive is too long for her, but she needs to figure out how to wield it, anyway. Garner left this to her. She needs to honor his memory by learning to use his weapon as surely as she's turning to his god. This was wielded by a follower of the Dawnfather, and she will ensure its fearsome legacy is carried on through her. In a moment. She glances to the side toward anyone watching or who might have joined her. "How're you doing over there? That there dummy giving you any trouble?"
IV. Wildcard
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When: Throughout December
Where: Around Gloucester
Summary: Mercy meets a new roommate... only to explain she's leaving, converts to become a servant of Pelor, and practices with her dead friend's glaive
Warnings: discussion of character death, mention of grave-robbing
I. Hello, Goodbye (for Rue)
With the Flophouse's repairs complete, Mercy's been eyeing a date to move to the new residence sometime in early December. It's hard to believe this is happening, but with just her and Aelwyn and their ever-revolving third roommates, this feels right. They need to have it just be them, find a little more privacy for the elf to practice and study away from ADI's watch. Mercy isn't going to complain about the lack of curfew that should allow for an easier time where her night-time wanderings are concerned. They've finished the Flophouse, certainly... but more coin could go toward Helping Hands or some other charity. She remembers Kugrash trying to organize getting clothes and blankets for the unhoused people of Gloucester last year. His efforts should carry forward, really.
For now, though, she's sitting in the shared living room with a basket filled with branch holly bush and pine branch sprigs, small pine cones and nuts, and a few hard red berries she'd found growing on some of the bushes. She's busy weaving the materials into a few different crowns. Things keep happening to ruin her efforts toward a Season Changing festival, but by Pelor, she's going to have at least a private celebration for the winter.
She glances up when she hears someone at the door, but turns back to her task, thinking it's Aelwyn returning home. "Welcome back, mine liking. Got a kettle on if you got a taste for some tea to warm you up. It's gone mighty cold out there today."
II. Pelor
Mercy's still not sure about this, but it feels... well, it feels more right than the Spring Tide or Brother Earth do at the moment. It's just before dawn, and she's down on one knee out in front of ADI Headquarters. She's making no effort to be discreet as she's settled directly next to the path leading up to the front door. Her head is bowed in supplication; though, she's not wearing her usual white novitiate scarf atop her head. Just as the first rays of light begin to spill over the horizon she springs abruptly to her feet with a joyous shout and outstretched arms.
"Good morning, Dawnfather!" This is how you worship Pelor, right? She really should have asked Garner more about his rituals. But... well... she's trying. Any god could appreciate that, right?
III. Sparring Practice
The glaive is too long for her. Mercy grits her teeth as it whips to the side of where she wants it to go, sinking into the training dummy's shoulder instead of across its neck. She's not controlling it right, the balance isn't like her shovel. She yanks the weapon out of the dummy and huffs a sigh as she presses the bottom of the shaft onto the ground and just leans there for a moment.
The glaive is too long for her, but she needs to figure out how to wield it, anyway. Garner left this to her. She needs to honor his memory by learning to use his weapon as surely as she's turning to his god. This was wielded by a follower of the Dawnfather, and she will ensure its fearsome legacy is carried on through her. In a moment. She glances to the side toward anyone watching or who might have joined her. "How're you doing over there? That there dummy giving you any trouble?"
IV. Wildcard
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No matter how silly or frightening, they want to experience everything this place has to offer.
"I have. Do you enjoy it very much?" Rue has so far felt at such a disadvantage compared to most of the people brought in to work for ADI, but at least with Mercy, even Rue has perhaps just a touch more experience than she does at times. The thought is darling. "Have you ever seen a chocolate fountain? I've used quite a few for events I've hosted, they are quite the sight to see!"
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"But a chocolate fountain? That sounds like magic! Is it like for hot chocolate? Stick a mug under it for a pint?"
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Finishing off another flower crown, Rue sets it aside and turns their attention softly on Mercy, smiling with their eyes.
"No! It's not too hot, just warm enough to remain running smoothly in the fountain. Usually, we dip things into it. Strawberries or shortbread cookies, like a little chocolate dip to add with anything you like. We must find one here! Perhaps when you settle into your new home, we can throw you a housewarming party. A chocolate fountain would be the perfect addition there!"
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"Feels strange for a house-warming when I'm moving into a building shared with other folk like this one, but a little get-together down in the common areas'd be right nice. Very nice, I mean."
She'll happily regale Rue with stories of fixing up the Flophouse over the past several months, making use of everyone's different skills for repairs and retrofittings, the murals Mr. Neal has painted on the interior walls to give the place more character. She leaves out how she'd helped to acquire some of the funds. Eda knows something of her grave-robbing activities, but that's not for polite company. And she's happy to answer any of the owlbear's questions about ADI and the world they've been thrown into, as well, working away at the flower crowns until they've run out of supplies.