Dedicate Initiate Lark (
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revivalproject2022-05-18 10:44 pm
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[Open] Sh'Ka In Bloom
WHO: Lark, Open
WHERE: Sh'Ka Greenhouse and Estate
WHAT: Lark's Gathering Party
WHEN: May 9th through June 11th (Namely, during Calibrations)
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: This is Lark not going to Calibrations. Anyone who signed up to hang with her project, who would otherwise be in Sh'Ka, or who was in Sh'Ka before returning to Temba and getting trapped in Calibrations, is welcome.
I. A Comfortable Base Of Operations | Location: Estates
Sh'Ka was, in Lark's opinion, a bit more welcoming than Temba. But with everyone preferring Temba, she spent much of her time there. This, though, was a trip that gave her an excuse to indulge in this place. And indulgence in this place meant the wonderful shelter of the place the little drones moved around in, fretting for people who were not there. Except there were people here now.
"Well, I think we should get rooms near each other," Lark tells her companion, one of those who had come this far with her. She smiles as she moves forward, dog at her side, bag on her back. "I have come to Sh'Ka a few times to gather supplies, and in the time since Sh'Ka came available to us, these little devices have set this place somewhat to rights. There is comfort here that even Temba seems to lack at times."
Of course there's also a sign near a place that is clearly a dining room declaring tea time is about to start and there is nothing out for service of food, but hey, you took what victories you could.
II. Hunting For Pigment | Location: Greenhouse
This was exactly what she was after. A lovely morning, the air pleasantly warm in the greenhouse but humid in that lovely way that reminded her of home. So did this part, the harvest. Normally it was Rosethorn's work, but she had grown used to helping her love over the years.
For now she moved around, Little Bear following at her heels, with a large woven grass basket under one arm. The trees were lovely, but not her goal. In fact, she rounded a bend and...
"Ah!"
And there was the tree she wanted, one draped with vines drooping with pods.
"Here they are. I needed more blue," she says, putting her basket down and carefully taking out her shears. Carefully she takes grip of the vine below the pod, in spite of how sticky it is, and carefully cuts above it.
"You are going to be a glorious color," she tells the pod as she carefully lowers it, by the vine, into her basket.
III. Communication Fretting | Location: Sh'Ka Fountain Square
There had been no real communications from Temba for days. It had been working Lark up to quite the state of anxiety, but not enough to drive her to take the train back. It wasn't often that she could be away and not hear from anyone, but going back without hearing also seemed dangerous.
"I don't know how I'd even save any of you if something has gone wrong," she told her communicator, frowning at it. "Someone, please answer."
Her concern must be contagious, because Little Bear whined from where he laid beside her. He even rose up, his head coming to rest on her leg to try and comfort her.
WHERE: Sh'Ka Greenhouse and Estate
WHAT: Lark's Gathering Party
WHEN: May 9th through June 11th (Namely, during Calibrations)
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: This is Lark not going to Calibrations. Anyone who signed up to hang with her project, who would otherwise be in Sh'Ka, or who was in Sh'Ka before returning to Temba and getting trapped in Calibrations, is welcome.
I. A Comfortable Base Of Operations | Location: Estates
Sh'Ka was, in Lark's opinion, a bit more welcoming than Temba. But with everyone preferring Temba, she spent much of her time there. This, though, was a trip that gave her an excuse to indulge in this place. And indulgence in this place meant the wonderful shelter of the place the little drones moved around in, fretting for people who were not there. Except there were people here now.
"Well, I think we should get rooms near each other," Lark tells her companion, one of those who had come this far with her. She smiles as she moves forward, dog at her side, bag on her back. "I have come to Sh'Ka a few times to gather supplies, and in the time since Sh'Ka came available to us, these little devices have set this place somewhat to rights. There is comfort here that even Temba seems to lack at times."
Of course there's also a sign near a place that is clearly a dining room declaring tea time is about to start and there is nothing out for service of food, but hey, you took what victories you could.
II. Hunting For Pigment | Location: Greenhouse
This was exactly what she was after. A lovely morning, the air pleasantly warm in the greenhouse but humid in that lovely way that reminded her of home. So did this part, the harvest. Normally it was Rosethorn's work, but she had grown used to helping her love over the years.
For now she moved around, Little Bear following at her heels, with a large woven grass basket under one arm. The trees were lovely, but not her goal. In fact, she rounded a bend and...
"Ah!"
And there was the tree she wanted, one draped with vines drooping with pods.
"Here they are. I needed more blue," she says, putting her basket down and carefully taking out her shears. Carefully she takes grip of the vine below the pod, in spite of how sticky it is, and carefully cuts above it.
"You are going to be a glorious color," she tells the pod as she carefully lowers it, by the vine, into her basket.
III. Communication Fretting | Location: Sh'Ka Fountain Square
There had been no real communications from Temba for days. It had been working Lark up to quite the state of anxiety, but not enough to drive her to take the train back. It wasn't often that she could be away and not hear from anyone, but going back without hearing also seemed dangerous.
"I don't know how I'd even save any of you if something has gone wrong," she told her communicator, frowning at it. "Someone, please answer."
Her concern must be contagious, because Little Bear whined from where he laid beside her. He even rose up, his head coming to rest on her leg to try and comfort her.

II
It's good that he's signed himself up for this activity, because gods, does it suck to be apart from his fiancé. He knows well by now that it's not uncommon to be unable to travel between cities for periods at a time. Unfortunately, this time, Keith and he were split apart for this one.
He couldn't do anything but wait and pray for his safety.
But... He knows Keith can take care of himself, and Kosmo is with him, so it'll be okay. Breathe. Focus. Get his mind off of things.
Lance gives Lark a little smile as he approaches her.
"Gotten started already?"
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"Yes. I... I needed an early start this morning. First I washed Little Bear, then I came here. These pods are good for three different colors."
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"He got himself all dirty. Silly dog. And yeah, these ones are a mess. I've learned how to carefully harvest them for color. I try not to touch the pods themselves. I need the pollen for blue anyway."
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Lance's eyes widen, and he looks down at the dog, beaming. "Oh my god, he's so cute! We have to totally set up a playdate for him and Kosmo. I dunno if you've met him, but Kosmo is my fiancé's space wolf, and he's pretty much a big puppy most of the time."
He misses them so damn much right now.
"Blue's totally my color. Just let me know what I need to do."
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"I've heard of the dog. I intend to try and see if they can handle playing."
She carefully tucks away the pod and then produces another pair of shears.
"You have to hold the vine very still at a point above it, and then cut above that. Do your best not to couch the pod itself."
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He's rambling as he takes the shears from her, as he often does. Lance is definitely a chatty kind of guy, and rambling on keeps him from the anxiety of being away from Keith (and not just him, but Shiro! Tommy!).
"Gotcha, gotcha," he answers to the last part as he goes close to the vine, peering closely at it. He can see now where he needs to cut, and thankfully, he's got good precision with his hands.
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"If only there was a cow here. So many good things could be done with milk. I miss fresh-churned butter so much. And here, let me hold the vine for right now."
This should make the first time easier.
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And... Snip! Thankfully, it's a clean cut.
At the talk of a cow, though...
"You know, funny story about that," he says with a grin. "Kaltenecker is actually here! She's a little smaller than she usually is, but! Milk's great, but I honestly have no idea how to make butter..."
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"You churn it, of course."
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There's a bit of a pause.
"...I have no idea how to churn milk, though," he admits sheepishly. "My family had animals back home, but we just sold the cow's milk, didn't bother with the cheese part of it."
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"Well, you need a churn. And then it's just all manual labor. It's good for the mind. If I can get one made, I will show you, if you wish."
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Well, at least he knows how to milk the cow... He'll just have to learn the rest.
"And then we can make even better food and stuff here," he says with a smile.
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I - Precalibrations for Shiro - sorry this is so late.
But he was here now with Lark and was fully willing to explore.
"Sounds good. It will certainly make it easier to find each other and keep track of everyone just in case something happens."
I truly channel Lark when I assure you it is completely fine
"This reminds me, in some ways, of visiting nobles. Their manors were expansive, and they always seemed to have rooms they did not make much use of. I wonder if this was a place of nobility."
yay! :3
"Interesting. I guess if they had large families, it might have more sense. Or they just had more rooms to show off who much they had."
Could have really been either he thought. Not that he lived in a time with nobles, but what he remembered for history classes.
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This means she's got a bit of an idea of what to do, which is turning into another hall, lined with bright windows.
"Here, the rooms off of this hall are pleasant."
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Shiro followed after her, watching as they emerged into this room full of windows.
"Yeah it is. This must be very similar to the Duke's place then."
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HE had even taken in his niece, and that was no minor thing.
“Oh no. This is… There is a lot more stone and white washing in an Emelan hold like this. And tapestries on the walls and thick curtains to keep them warm. And many, many fireplaces. This place is far more open and free. No big halls with windows, and the rooms are often done in color themes.”
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Even though that may not be possible, Shiro sincerely thought that he would be good person to talk to.
"I see. I've never really been in a big house like this so I'm not really familiar with it. Many fireplaces makes sense though. Have to keep it warm somehow."
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They needed far more nobility like him. Sadly that was a rare breed.
“Warmth is very wonderful, actually,” she notes with a smile. “Come, let’s choose these rooms, quite close to each other. Once we put our things down, it would be nice to take a walk.”
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He would agree. They needed more people like him.
"Sounds good. I think there's several down this way that might be good."
Not that he had seen them, but it seemed like they were a good location in the mansion.
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She missed her love quite a bit, but there wasn't anything she could do to bring the woman here. ANd it was better that she didn't.
"I guess you're not the only one missing someone these days."
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He'd never really had a room with a view of gardens before. If he had any point, it was before joining the Garrison and was so far away in his memory that it was hard to remember as clearly.
At her comment, he smiled faintly before reaching to put a hand on her shoulder. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here to listen."
Since she had listened to him, it was only right that he do the same for her.
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"I almost lost her once back home, quite recently. To be here and not know if she is okay is... worse than being home and not knowing if she's okay."
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Sorry, was on hiatus. Feel free to continue or drop thread as you wish.
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move to wrap this one?
Sounds good to me