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nexus_crossings2018-09-22 08:16 am
turningcolors) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-09-22 08:16 am
The clock chimes. It is My Time.
It's a blustery day in the Nexus. A crisp bite has sunk its chill into the breezes as they whip up and die down all across the plaza. Up until only days ago the weather had been oppressively sunny and hot with the grass and trees in full summer green thanks to a certain someone's influence over the place but That. Ends. Today.
Leaves are drying out and scattering all over the plaza today and every tree is in a full myriad of fall colors. Brilliant scarlets, fiery oranges, glowing golds, and soft browns absolutely cover every inch of flora in the Nexus. What were before lush grasses have gone lean and a light brown, bushes have begin to lose their bulk and show off more and more of their twisting skeleton vines and branches. Flowers have died and been replaced by fruits or seed pods ready and waiting to scatter. Acorns roll in time with the dancing leaves across the walkways. The sky has turned a silvery grey though now and again the sun pokes out to warm the area again and bring an even brighter tone to the colors simply everywhere in the Nexus.
In the center of the plaza is Hazel Tasker. While she may be dressed in a red skirt and dark leggings with a sweater pulled on there's nothing Ordinary about her actual appearance. Her skin has taken on a deathly pale hue, nearly alabaster. It makes her hair stand out even more, a thrumming pulse of shifting color in the same reds, oranges, and golds of the leaves around her. Her green eyes are too quick to lock on to anyone who meets her gaze, her smile too sharp to be altogether human. A great pile of wood sits at her back, ready to make a considerably large bonfire once the day draws to an end. It will be lit then and the colors of the fire are her own as well. There will be music and dance and food to be had.
Until then she has all manner of food spread out before her. Planked fish and stripped meats drying to jerky, large pots full of canning equipment set to boil and sterilize while even more work to turning fresh fruit to jams and preserves and fresh vegetables to pickle or preserve all being manned by intrigued volunteers eager to learn how to prepare for the coming winter. To the first person who catches her eye, Hazel turns that smile their way. She has a question to ask after all.
"In a survival situation what's the one thing you'd never go without?"
[Feel free to tag in assuming it's either day or night when the bonfire is lit as there is no difference to the RP aside from setting flavor text. Also of note now that it is Autumn officially Hazel has a list of curses and blessings she can bestow on characters at a player's choosing or if they piss her off. Have fun and DM me if you have questions!]
Leaves are drying out and scattering all over the plaza today and every tree is in a full myriad of fall colors. Brilliant scarlets, fiery oranges, glowing golds, and soft browns absolutely cover every inch of flora in the Nexus. What were before lush grasses have gone lean and a light brown, bushes have begin to lose their bulk and show off more and more of their twisting skeleton vines and branches. Flowers have died and been replaced by fruits or seed pods ready and waiting to scatter. Acorns roll in time with the dancing leaves across the walkways. The sky has turned a silvery grey though now and again the sun pokes out to warm the area again and bring an even brighter tone to the colors simply everywhere in the Nexus.
In the center of the plaza is Hazel Tasker. While she may be dressed in a red skirt and dark leggings with a sweater pulled on there's nothing Ordinary about her actual appearance. Her skin has taken on a deathly pale hue, nearly alabaster. It makes her hair stand out even more, a thrumming pulse of shifting color in the same reds, oranges, and golds of the leaves around her. Her green eyes are too quick to lock on to anyone who meets her gaze, her smile too sharp to be altogether human. A great pile of wood sits at her back, ready to make a considerably large bonfire once the day draws to an end. It will be lit then and the colors of the fire are her own as well. There will be music and dance and food to be had.
Until then she has all manner of food spread out before her. Planked fish and stripped meats drying to jerky, large pots full of canning equipment set to boil and sterilize while even more work to turning fresh fruit to jams and preserves and fresh vegetables to pickle or preserve all being manned by intrigued volunteers eager to learn how to prepare for the coming winter. To the first person who catches her eye, Hazel turns that smile their way. She has a question to ask after all.
"In a survival situation what's the one thing you'd never go without?"
[Feel free to tag in assuming it's either day or night when the bonfire is lit as there is no difference to the RP aside from setting flavor text. Also of note now that it is Autumn officially Hazel has a list of curses and blessings she can bestow on characters at a player's choosing or if they piss her off. Have fun and DM me if you have questions!]
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There is pride in her smile as she speaks of her work. An airy thrill at being told something she already knows but reveling in the compliment all the same. Someone like this woman will appreciate what she is doing here.
"Anyone who participates can leave with a can of their choosing once we're finished if you'd like to help."
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She smiles softly, fond and pleased at the reaction.
Her eyebrows go up slightly, intrigued and mulling that over for a moment. "Oh, I'd be happy to help." She states warmly and willingly. She noted the woodpile as well..perhaps there could be smores later? She hoped. She loved roasting marshmallows and the like.
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Rolling out dough and macerating berries is a lot safer than dealing with scalding hot jars and boiling syrups or other liquids after all. Hazel may not be altogether human right now but she does remember a thing or two about safety and small humans are clumsy enough as is without pots of molten sugar being slung about.
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Her ears wiggle and her tail tip slightly wags under her long pea coat. And wee ones to teach and be around. While she might not know how to deal with certain things as of yet, she did have a young adopted niece and could manage pie time.
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At least it's all lovely smelling messes?
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She warmly greets those that are there. With a warm and friendly smile looking over the area for someplace to wash up and if there are any serving gloves or not.