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sunshinesally) wrote2024-02-04 04:13 pm
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Inbox [Pumpkin Hollow]
Sally's Inbox!
BLACKBERRY APOTHECARY
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AT HOME | PHONE CALL | LETTER
AT HOME | PHONE CALL | LETTER
"Man, that sounds handy," he says. "Is there anything that guy can't do? Doesn't he have the weather thing going on, too?"
The mythology of Cecil, the mysterious voice on the radio has been building for Leon for some time now. Time will only tell how meeting him will change that.
"Anyway. Need me to clear out so you can focus? Or do you have time for a couple more questions?"
The mythology of Cecil, the mysterious voice on the radio has been building for Leon for some time now. Time will only tell how meeting him will change that.
"Anyway. Need me to clear out so you can focus? Or do you have time for a couple more questions?"
"You're a prophetess, truly."
The smile that crosses her face is true, and she turns it towards Gwen as well in acknowledgement. Clever, that both mother and daughter would have their nametags.
"That's exactly what I was coming to see you about - to discuss what you would need from me in terms of payment and supplies if I wanted to ensure I could have those on hand."
The smile that crosses her face is true, and she turns it towards Gwen as well in acknowledgement. Clever, that both mother and daughter would have their nametags.
"That's exactly what I was coming to see you about - to discuss what you would need from me in terms of payment and supplies if I wanted to ensure I could have those on hand."
Sally waves a hand with cheerful dismissal. "Oh, nothing crazy. That one's on me, but I can get you a two-week supply for 10 Brass." (Fever won't even miss it, considering that her player is covering the cost with this conversation!) "Just give me a buzz when you're gonna be coming by. Either on the phone proper or the funny little magic rocks."
Sally produces her sending stone to punctuate her point--- a hand-sized, irregularly shaped slice of peach agate, with a hole in the corner through which a piece of twine is threaded. Beads hang from the twine--- one that looks like a smiley face, another that looks like a ringed planet. "These are pretty fun, aren't they? I really like mine."
Sally produces her sending stone to punctuate her point--- a hand-sized, irregularly shaped slice of peach agate, with a hole in the corner through which a piece of twine is threaded. Beads hang from the twine--- one that looks like a smiley face, another that looks like a ringed planet. "These are pretty fun, aren't they? I really like mine."
"The one thing he can't do is be honest about when he needs a break," Sally jokes. But it isn't a joke, not really. "But yes, he does have the weather thing. I think he's got a pretty good relationship with one of the, eh, the goddesses here?" The idea of believing in gods is strange. She hasn't in a long time. But it's hard to debate after having met one.
"Oh, that's lovely - I left mine back at home, but it's not as pretty a color." A more muted purple, almost gray, and something she'll keep forgetting until it becomes habit again. "And it's extraordinary that someone managed sending stones in a web, they usually just come in pairs. These are closer to how telephones should work...which are incredible all on their own. No magic but you can still communicate so far away with ease."
Her tone says she's sincere, that the wonder in her expression is meant. Such devices are worthy of awe, that they somehow are the culmination of so many smart things, and yet entirely worked in a space without magic attached.
Her tone says she's sincere, that the wonder in her expression is meant. Such devices are worthy of awe, that they somehow are the culmination of so many smart things, and yet entirely worked in a space without magic attached.
"Oh, you've seen these things before?" Sally brightens. "They're brilliant! I've never seen real magic before I came here."
"Things like them, yes - oh, now I know how it feels when I've told someone that I haven't lived in a world without magic. There's things that I hope you get to experience that are just wondrous."
Magic, after all, is neutral, like any force of the world. There are plenty of good and vital things it can do, but those she knows are testament to it not being necessary for existence.
"Is there anything that's been more than a little perplexing to adjust to, since it's real here?"
Magic, after all, is neutral, like any force of the world. There are plenty of good and vital things it can do, but those she knows are testament to it not being necessary for existence.
"Is there anything that's been more than a little perplexing to adjust to, since it's real here?"
Leon snorts.
"Yeah, seems like that's a problem that a lot of people here have. Gotta wonder if that's part of the screening process before getting on the ferry." Leon's no exception to this and in fact only knows that there's other folks around running themselves ragged because he's something of an incurable busybody. It'd kind of make sense as a trait Mortanne and maybe the other three are looking for in people to help out around their island, but like Sally, Leon finds that kinda weird to think too hard about.
So he decides not to! Change of subject.
"Anyway," he continues. "When I was talking to Chris, they brought up that there's also... potions? That can do similar things to testosterone injections. I'm not sure I wanna swap over to that, but I did want to ask you how much you know about them, just in case."
"Yeah, seems like that's a problem that a lot of people here have. Gotta wonder if that's part of the screening process before getting on the ferry." Leon's no exception to this and in fact only knows that there's other folks around running themselves ragged because he's something of an incurable busybody. It'd kind of make sense as a trait Mortanne and maybe the other three are looking for in people to help out around their island, but like Sally, Leon finds that kinda weird to think too hard about.
So he decides not to! Change of subject.
"Anyway," he continues. "When I was talking to Chris, they brought up that there's also... potions? That can do similar things to testosterone injections. I'm not sure I wanna swap over to that, but I did want to ask you how much you know about them, just in case."
"Right, potions! You'll want to talk to Aeryn Sallek about that. They're a, uh... Oh gosh they told me the word. A genderless person? An elf. They do the alchemy thing," Sally gladly informs him. Seems they're friends, not competitors. "Up High Street and hang a right on Millbank. Can't miss 'em."
Leon's glad to hear that, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the work Sally's putting in on his behalf despite his curiosity.
"Aeryn Sallek," he says. "And they're a they." Easier to commit that kind of thing to memory if he says it out loud, not to mention confirming that he's got the pronunciation right.
"I'll talk to them after this, thanks. Anyway, one last question - d'you or any of the other doctors around have the facilities for running blood labs here? I've been on the same dose for years without problems, but I'd feel better knowing where to go if something starts to feel off."
Regular testing as a preventative measure is an important part of staying healthy!!
"Aeryn Sallek," he says. "And they're a they." Easier to commit that kind of thing to memory if he says it out loud, not to mention confirming that he's got the pronunciation right.
"I'll talk to them after this, thanks. Anyway, one last question - d'you or any of the other doctors around have the facilities for running blood labs here? I've been on the same dose for years without problems, but I'd feel better knowing where to go if something starts to feel off."
Regular testing as a preventative measure is an important part of staying healthy!!
"Honestly, nothing too troubling. I mean, we had stories back home, fiction about magic and ancient evil and all that. Fairy tales and the like. I just had to... accept that it was real! It was strange at first, but mostly just because it feels like living in a storybook." Sally shrugs. "Though I suppose proactive gods are kind of new. The one I grew up with tends to just sort of sit back---"
She stops herself, waving it away. "No, you know what? This is a conversation that needs to be had over drinks. And I've just had at least three new people offer to babysit for me. Why don't we pop by the Oak & Iron?"
She stops herself, waving it away. "No, you know what? This is a conversation that needs to be had over drinks. And I've just had at least three new people offer to babysit for me. Why don't we pop by the Oak & Iron?"
And a good thing too, because it stops Fever from settling in by the counter to have this talk, perfectly ready to start it in the pharmacy. Her ready to comment on how the gods of her world were a bit of a mixed bag in how much they decided to take a hand in things is shelved for the second, in favor of a better idea.
"Fine by me - I've got nowhere to be in a hurry." She smiles. "I'm happy to wait, if you'd like them to pick her up here, or you can drop her where you need to."
"Fine by me - I've got nowhere to be in a hurry." She smiles. "I'm happy to wait, if you'd like them to pick her up here, or you can drop her where you need to."
"My shop boy lives upstairs ever since I moved in with my fiancé, and he loves to take Gwen. Lemme just pop upstairs and ask him. Back in two shakes!"
Gwen in hand, Sally plods up the stairs and can briefly be heard talking with a man, the voice muffled through the walls. She returns sans baby. "Alright, let's boogie."
Gwen in hand, Sally plods up the stairs and can briefly be heard talking with a man, the voice muffled through the walls. She returns sans baby. "Alright, let's boogie."
"Boogie?"
Fever chuckles at the unfamiliar word but easily pulls herself away from admiring a display, moving instead to get the door.
"After you."
Fever chuckles at the unfamiliar word but easily pulls herself away from admiring a display, moving instead to get the door.
"After you."
Sally laughs brightly at how stilted the word sounds coming from Fever. "You never heard that word before? It's like---" Sally tilts her head thoughtfully, trying to decide how to describe it. "It means to move, usually dancing but also just kind of in general."
"There's a lot of words I don't know." She shrugs. Whether that's a side effect of her condition or just her exposure, she can't tell. "Usually I find them when reading, so I've gotten in the habit of keeping a dictionary around then to check. Or I try to remember and look at them later."
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it!" She grins, cheerful as ever. Sally's honestly relieved to be getting a little time out of the shop, and it's been a really, really long time since she's had a good female friend. She has a bit of a spring in her step as she quickly closes up. "So, Oak & Iron? What's your drink of choice?"
"A red wine, mostly, though I'll give anything a go once. One of these days I'll find something I'll taste and suddenly know 'this one's my favorite', above all others. What about you?"
With how much it seems to have brightened Sally's day, she's more than glad she accepted.
With how much it seems to have brightened Sally's day, she's more than glad she accepted.
Sally considers this for a moment. "You ever had a Moscow Mule before? I'm gonna guess they call it something else here, seeing as there's no Moscow. It's vodka, lime juice, and ginger beer over ice served in a copper cup. The copper keeps it super cold, which is how you want it."
"Never had the pleasure, but if they have the ingredients here, I'm more than ready to try it. Anything more involved than putting it in a glass is still a novelty to me, and even then, there's enough times that was just skipped depending on what survived at camp..."
Or how one felt. She pauses.
"I was traveling for a long while, before I came here. Tents, bedrolls, all of that. A good amount of our supplies were just...what we could get our hands on via trade or some gold. No room to really be picky with that."
Or how one felt. She pauses.
"I was traveling for a long while, before I came here. Tents, bedrolls, all of that. A good amount of our supplies were just...what we could get our hands on via trade or some gold. No room to really be picky with that."
"Oh, cocktails are the best. They're delicious and can get you really messed up," Sally says, laughing. "Your life sounds like something out of the Hobbit. Were you saving the world from an ancient evil or something?"
She's half-joking, but she sort of hopes Fever says yes because that'd be awesome.
She's half-joking, but she sort of hopes Fever says yes because that'd be awesome.
"Working to stop an evil cult from conquering the coast, actually."
Whatever the Hobbit is, if it's got anything like that, then she sympathizes.
"It's close enough for my taste."
Whatever the Hobbit is, if it's got anything like that, then she sympathizes.
"It's close enough for my taste."
Sally laughs sheepishly. "Oh, that's amazing," she says, the admiration in her tone genuine. "To be honest, I'm a bit jealous--- I spent my whole life trapped in a tiny town and a little helpless most of the time. I mean, I had some social sway, but it's only so much. Then I came here and met people who went on adventures and had amazing powers... Not to say that I think your life was easy, but... "
She makes a vague hand gesture.
She makes a vague hand gesture.
[While they are still in the casino, Crichton calls Sally on her sending stone sounding uncharacteristically nervous.]
"Hey, Sally. I uh... I got you something from one of the shops here and I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to meet up for dinner so I can give it to you? Um. As a date?"
"Hey, Sally. I uh... I got you something from one of the shops here and I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to meet up for dinner so I can give it to you? Um. As a date?"
Sally is delighted to hear Crichton's voice, of course, regardless of the circumstances. She's sitting in the hotel room watching Yellow try and teach Gwen to say his name right. (She's still saying "lelelelel") and a grin spreads across her face as she rises to accept the call on the other side of the room. A grin that only gets bigger when he asks her on a date.
"A date?" Teasing, conspiratorial, but definitely excited. "Why, Commander, I thought you would never ask!" She giggles, nervous but electrified. "Jokes aside, I'd--- I'd really like that. Restaurant or buffet?"
"A date?" Teasing, conspiratorial, but definitely excited. "Why, Commander, I thought you would never ask!" She giggles, nervous but electrified. "Jokes aside, I'd--- I'd really like that. Restaurant or buffet?"
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