love keeps her in the air

[soulmakingsound]

Who: River Tam (soulmakingsound) & Open To All
What: Starting a new life
When: Anytime during September
Where: In and around Olympia
Warning(s): Possible trigger warnings for past psychological abuse



[i. The Simwe Institute: The Library in Evras's Research Centre]

Now that they're more settled and have found a house, River has decided that she should contribute to the house funds. Though housing is free for a month, there is still food and clothing to consider, and rent past the first month. So after a bit of hunting around and dozens and dozens of questions asked, she's managed to find herself a position as a Cataloguer.

Which is all well and good, but also a bit distracting, because she's found several books that interest her. These are stacked next to her at the reference desk. She'll answer your question in a moment, let her finish this page.


[ii. The Housing District: Possibly Your House]

It seems as though she's talked to so many people, now, that live in Olympia. But talking over the network and meeting face to face are very different things. So River, thinking logically, figures that if she systematically knocks on doors of the houses nearby, she will surely find someone she's spoken to.

Or maybe someone entirely new.


[iii. The Market]

She hasn't seen a marketplace like this. Not since Osiris, where resources were more plentiful. Most of the planets she's visited had backwater little towns with tiny tourist shops attempting to sell homemade goods. But this? This is fantastic. Almost overwhelming.

She wanders from booth to booth, touching fabrics, dipping her fingers in bags of grain or seed just to enjoy the sensation of it. She may not buy anything, but she can still appreciate.


[iv. Wildcard]
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Comments

[soulmakingsound]

An interesting life philosophy, friend. [They hadn't exchanged names, in their original conversation. Too involved talking about other things, and she wouldn't want to assume that his username was actually his name. She's not actually an albatross, after all.

As to his question, she glances back over the stalls she passed on the way to him]

None that I've seen. Though I haven't been looking. Why the strong desire for candied fruit?

[mollymocked]

[I can't believe their usernames are both fucking "albatross"]

I'm an interesting person. [And there was not a hint of humility in that smile.] And as for the desire... We'll call it an homage to friends still asleep, maybe a bit of nostalgia. The last time I was in a crowd this big milling about, they had them. Sometimes you have to recapture good feelings where you can.

[soulmakingsound]

The last time I was in a place like this, there was a dance. I felt the sun on my skin, I danced with the townsfolk. It was nice. For a while. [The kidnapping did dampen that, but it turned out all right in the end.]

Do interesting people have names, or are those relegated only to the uninteresting?

[mollymocked]

Did I not introduce myself? [In that lilting carnie tone that assures any person listening that he is well aware he didn't.] Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service. [He flicks his wrist in a little bow, always the performer.] And if you want a dance with the townsfolk here, I'm sure we can stir something up.

[soulmakingsound]

An interesting name for an interesting person. [She copies his bow with an amused expression.] River Tam.

We don't need to stir anything. Completely unnecessary. We can enjoy the marketplace as it is, and continue the search for candied fruits.

[mollymocked]

As the river flows, then. [He thinks he's so clever.

He gingerly side-steps a few people making their way down the street, talking and laughing, and sets to walking alongside her, pausing every so often to investigate stalls with the same amount of interest and fascination she had. Eventually, there is a smell of something spiced and sweet and upon following a throng of people they come across a stall where a jolly looking man has set out a variety of sweet goods- some of which are definitely sugared, glazed, or syrup-covered fruits, though not any that Molly immediately recognizes.]

What d'you think? The sugar-glazed yellowish one or the caramelized green ones?