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Characters: Tess and YOU?
Date: End of December/first week of January.
Location: Various!
Situation: Various! I have written up three general starters, as Tess gets her feet under her and gets into the swing of life on the turtle. If there's something else you'd like to do with her to jump-start some CR, feel free to write up your own starter or PM/hit me up on plurk (
frodabaggins)!
Warnings/Rating: Option 3 involves some bad memories of the violent, gory, zombie-related sort. Also, Tess can be a potty mouth and is prone to violence if she feels the need. Otherwise I'll update this as necessary.
Option 1: shopping?!
Option 2: baby turtles?!
Option 3: at the bar (potential trigger warning for mentions of zombie horror/gore/violence/PTSD)
Date: End of December/first week of January.
Location: Various!
Situation: Various! I have written up three general starters, as Tess gets her feet under her and gets into the swing of life on the turtle. If there's something else you'd like to do with her to jump-start some CR, feel free to write up your own starter or PM/hit me up on plurk (
Warnings/Rating: Option 3 involves some bad memories of the violent, gory, zombie-related sort. Also, Tess can be a potty mouth and is prone to violence if she feels the need. Otherwise I'll update this as necessary.
Option 1: shopping?!
[Tess is still wearing the clothes she arrived in, though they are a little cleaner than they were when she made her first network post. Laundry is one of the things she particularly relishes about the turtle. But the idea of having more than one change of clothes at a time is frankly kind of baffling to her after all this time, even with the weather as cold as it is, the most she's done is find herself a warm coat.
Now, however, she's in a shop, perusing racks of clothing with a somewhat bewildered look on her face – as though she's overwhelmed, which she kind of is. What the hell do people do with all these clothes, anyway? She knows logically that she used to be like that – as a kid she had a closet and a dresser full of clothes, and in high school she cared about fashion. But that life is like a warm, happy dream, rather than any kind of reality, or has been for twenty years.
She might actually need some help. Or maybe someone to laugh at her and snap her out of it.]
Option 2: baby turtles?!
[The little oddities of turtle life are things Tess has noticed, of course, but mostly has decided not to comment on or deal with – even weird shit like magic is much, much preferable to what she left behind, so she can't bring herself to care much, no matter how freaky it is.
And okay, being on the back of a giant turtle, maybe she should've been prepared for a few more reptilian encounters, but the oversized baby currently nudging her down the street is still a bit of a surprise.]
Uh, anyone wanna come get their pet?
Option 3: at the bar (potential trigger warning for mentions of zombie horror/gore/violence/PTSD)
[She can't sleep. You'll never hear Tess complain about being here, about being alive, because it's great. It really, really is.
But it doesn't stop the nightmares. It doesn't stop the awful goddamn memories encroaching on what should be peaceful sleep. Late at night, when it's too goddamn quiet in her suite and she can't sleep because sleep means reliving terrible things over and over and over again, she instead makes the trek to the Brazen Turtle. Because drinking is better than remembering. Drinking makes the world a little number, dulls the phantom pain of the teeth at her collarbone, the sharp ache in her chest at the memory of Joel's face when he saw.
She drinks hard liquor, straight up, clearly an old hand at it, even for a woman of her petite frame.]
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[Like Star Wars or something, oops. But she's a cute kid, Tess supposes. She doesn't think of herself as good with kids, but she gets along well enough with Ellie.
Not that... Ellie is normal by most standards.]
It's a good start, anyway. Not sure if I'll ever go full-out frilly, but it'll be nice having some options, at least. Once I start making use of them.
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Yeah, exactly! You could have just one or two frills or go frilly to your heart's content; there's a whole lot of clothes to pick from here.
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[Tess is also really terrible at making small talk, Leia, sorry.] So uh, where are you from?
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It's a place called Rieze Maxia. Have you ever heard of it?
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[Ellie is pretty young, too, but also totally different context. Tess knows she can probably take care of herself, anyway.]
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Looking after someone else, though. That's a little trickier. [She thinks of Ellie, then. Mostly, the kid can take care of herself, Tess knows. But she still feels somehow responsible for her. It's a weird feeling.]
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But I seem to have stumbled into it here.
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Oh, if he ever shows up here, I'll make sure he knows just how much he should appreciate it.
[It's... probably best not to ask.]
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[Tess chuckles a little, herself. She doesn't really think Joel owes her anything, after all they've been through, and all she did back in Boston. But it's nice to think about, at least.]
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I dunno. Guess the person in charge would have to answer that question. If we're here to fight a war, though, they'll probably need a lot.
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[Tess, for her part, has exactly zero intention of drawing attention to herself like that with the authorities.]
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