it's a quarter past midnight [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of December
When: December 18th and onward (post-Trials)
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up y'all



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god knows it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? I've heard chatter of live music or IC DND, so whatever you wanna do here, go for it!]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

Comments

[antepone]

[ She shakes her head, and she seems more at ease now. She'd worried that he wouldn't like them, or... she doesn't know. She wishes she could have--she doesn't know. A pair of gloves and fruit seems like such a small gift. But... he's thanking her. ]

I'm just glad I was able to give you something.

[ And she doesn't expect anything in return. Why should she, when she's been given so much here already? ]

[postictal]

I don't keep track of time. I should've...

[Shut up. Shut up. As if she needs that - that fucking guilt, on top of everything else.]

Didn't realize.

[antepone]

Oh--

[ She blinks, as if it just occurs to her that someone here would want to gift her something. She shakes her head. ]

It's okay. Really. I didn't give you those things because I expected or wanted anything in return.

[postictal]

[So why did you?]

[It's an easy question, with an easy answer. Because she's considerate. Because she's a nice fucking person, and he happens to know a lot of nice people. Way more nice people than someone like him deserves.]

[He picks up the gloves, and pulls one on. It's soft. Warm. Fits him easily. His hands have become more worn since his arrival; points where the nails have cracked and where the calluses have torn open and become scar tissue.]

They'll help when I gotta do outdoor repairs.

[antepone]

[ She lets out a relieved breath. They fit--that's good. Admittedly, the wool gives a little bit. But at least they aren't huge, or too small.

She's happy that she could do something to make things a little easier, for him. ]

I'm glad they'll be put to good use. And if they become too worn, I can try to make another pair for you.

[postictal]

Didn't know you could knit. Or, uh...

[Make...clothes, basically. What other techniques are there, to make clothes? Knitting is what he's most familiar with - but then, that's not him that's familiar with it, is it?]

[antepone]

It would be easier if I had proper knitting or crochet needles, but... my friend helped make me a few from bone. They work well enough.

[postictal]

From bone, huh?

[He files that away. Needles. He's not made any before, but he can give it a try. He might as well.]

[antepone]

[ She nods. ]

They're usually made out of metal, but bone was easier to come by.

[postictal]

I figured. There's no shortage of...animal products, I guess.

[That being said, he's a hell of a lot better at shaving wood than he is at skinning game.]