[ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[talentsgirl]

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]


[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!


Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

Comments

[greenjacketed]

And yet he supposed this was one new experience she intended to directly introduce to him. Or did she? He could hardly tell -- one moment, she was distant and confounding and so very different from anything he knew. The next? Right there. Assessing him.

He sat up straighter.

"O-on the subject of accommodations, Molly. You wouldn't happen to be staying at the same address as your employer, would you?"

[talentsgirl]

Molly shook her head at the drink, making a little face as the liquor burned its way down her throat before setting the glass back down and looking back to Richard. "We're in the same building, yes."

But not sharing the same apartment. Even if Harry had offered, Molly didn't think she could do that to herself.

"Why?" she asked, if just to give him a springboard to go somewhere from this very direct change in topic.

[greenjacketed]

Well.

"Need to know where to call on you if I can't get the blasted books to work for me, eh? Might need to track you down to teach them to me."

[talentsgirl]

"Fair enough. It's apartment ____."

She regarded him with a light smirk, "And should I know which part of the forest you've staked your tent?"

[greenjacketed]

"West, lass. Past that large building numbered one."

[talentsgirl]

"So noted," she said with a smile and sip of the remains of her mead. "At least the weather's warming up, if you decide to stay there."

[greenjacketed]

Sharpe wondered how much warmer it would get in this place. The weather reminded him a little bit of northern Spain. Not quite so wicked as Yorkshire.

"I suppose choosing a room somewhere makes it feel a bit too...real."

[talentsgirl]

"I guess I can see how that would be."

She glanced down at the bar.

"It's a lot to take in."

But denying things never made them any better.

[greenjacketed]

"There are things, here...people, lass, who seem so impossible. It's all a bit daft. Unbelievable."

And then he looked at her. "Present company excluded."

[talentsgirl]

That familiar feeling of vague guilt at hiding struck in full force. She shrugged a little, "I don't know. I might be a little more peculiar than you give me credit for."

She couldn't out and out tell him, not without letting Harry know, but... No one said she wasn't allowed to feel him out for hints of how he'd take it.

Hmm. 'Feel him out...'

No. Bad Molly.

[greenjacketed]

"What? Got a mottled past as well, do you?"

Mostly teasing. Mostly.

[talentsgirl]

Ahahahahahahaaha. Ha. Okay, her immediate response to that told her that maybe this alcohol was effecting her inhibitions a little too much and that probably meant it was time to go.

She takes one last drink from her nearly-empty glass and then grins at him. "A woman's got to have her secrets, Richard. Thanks for the drink."

And she slides off the bar stool.