WHO: Jane & possibly you? WHERE: varies, specified by thread WHEN: varies, specified by thread WHAT: open & closed top levels as required for the duration of the event WARNINGS: to be updated as needed
[Jane doesn't bake often, and when she does it's usually in the middle of the night, but this time it's early in the evening and she is using being up to her elbows in brownie batter as an excuse to avoid a beach party that she didn't really want to go to.
She might have been here for years, but you can only remove a lady so far from Victorian England.
The smell drifting out into the hall is delicious - a heady mix of chocolate, baking brownie mix and cherries - and in the middle of it all, slightly dusted in flour, is Jane herself.
Company is welcome, and even welcome to sample some of what she's made so far (not just brownies, there are cakes and other things). There's plenty of it, because when one bakes on an island full of teenagers one cannot simply make a single plate of cupcakes.]
[ Allison is glad she's not the only one with this issue. It's not that she minds beaches or bathing suits or even parties, but sometimes the crowds get to be too much. The attention. Gratitude. Deference. Never taking off the Council hat if even one person needs a word. Though, she had still sent off Claire with Diego, Lila, and Klaus, skipping and shrieking delightfully toward the shore.
She'd meant to stay in, but she ended up out for a walk instead. The vast party in the distance made a lot of the rest of everywhere empty, and she got to enjoy the peace without too much interruption. Which is how she finds herself on a familiar doorstep with a smile. ]
[Jane looks up with an immediate grin, wiggling her fingers in Allison's direction. They are, of course, covered in brownie mix.]
Allison! I'd come and give you a hug, but I'm terribly indisposed.
[As one might be able to surmise. She bustles over to put her latest batch into the oven, then moves to wash her hands.]
I feel like I might be compensating for something. [She says then, looking around with a comical grimace at the sheer amount of baked goods she's managed to produce. Baking is good therapy for worry.] But I'm sure I'll be able to spare you ten of... anything that you want.
Claire already covered me with enough dirt and grass for today earlier.
[ There's a laugh at the batter covered fingers, which isn't in the slightest rare to find Jane covered in. The batter or the dusting of flour on her clothes and her nose. It's even cute. It's out of place for the normal faces they have to wear, and it's real, too. Allison lets herself fall into a chair at the table nearby, looking over the table. ]
[It's still early yet, but Judd is still heading for his position in the watch rotation all the same, having nothing better to do with his time. The scent of chocolate catches his nose, but it's the sight of the baker that makes him stop.]
Is it typical to partially wear the food you cook?
[From most people, that would be a joke, or worse, an insult. For Judd it's a genuine question, asked with Psy practicality.]
Only if you're having fun. [Jane shoots back, sticking her tongue out at him and wiggling her brownie-batter covered fingers in his direction. What's the point of baking if you're not going to have a good time while you're doing it?]
I didn't expect to see you here.
[And then she looks around briefly, before asking--]
Do you want the spoon? The batter's still good before it's cooked.
[ Jane has gained a tiny shadow during her baking spree. Wolf is one of the younger imPorts in Krakoa, and the smell of chocolate is pretty much irresistible to her, but she's a bit too shy to directly ask for some.... so for now, she'll just be peering around the doorway and spying on her from a distance. ]
Wolf considers ducking back into the hallway for half a second, and then just goes for broke and creeps into the kitchen, now that her cover has been blown. ]
[A small set of footprints makes a beeline for the lapping surf and then turns on a right angle against it. A few feet into the damp sand, the prints change from the shape of a sandal into the curve of bare feet, and if a person is following or happens to be going in that direction they may happen upon one Jane Porter, picking her way around some tidal pools.
Birds and small mammals aren't the only animals she loves.
She'll see you coming and wave, whether she knows you or not... but if you want a chat with her you're going to have to wait, call her over, or go out to where she is.]
Diego can almost always be found on the outer edges near the beach in the early morning hours. He has a pretty predictable routine of going for a run just at the start of daybreak to start his day. He's not the only one that gets up at this hour, he knows that, sees a smattering of people (mostly other adults on the island) in the mornings from time to time. Today is no different, and he notices the footprints before the owner of them.
When he sees Jane, he can't help his curiosity getting the better of him. He can't imagine what she's doing in the water this early in the day. He wanders closer to where she is, not actually breaching the water's edge as he peers out across the horizon in her direction. "That water not cold this early in the morning, Jane?" he calls out to her, an amused and questioning lilt in his voice. Just what is she doing?
"Absolutely freezing!" Jane calls back with a laugh. Her sandals, one buckled into the other, are looped over her shoulder while she holds up her skirt to crouch here and there beside the rocky pools, just to peer at what might be inside before the tide starts to wash back in.
She looks at him for a moment, then wrinkles her nose in humour and starts coming back inland, hopping from one part of the rocks to another and wading through shallow water. When she gets to him there's a pink flush high on her cheeks and her toenails have a tinge of blue about them, but she looks like she's been having a fantastic time.
[Another animal is also making its way down the beach, coming from the opposite path Jane was walking. Had she not stopped, the two would have probably met sooner rather than later. It's a wolf, though she'd be easily mistaken for a dog, given she's a bit smaller than the average wolf by an inch or two, and holds herself with a much more pleasant and friendly air than most wolves. Plus, she's by herself...not with a pack or even one or two other family members.
Trotting happily down the beach, the wolf avoids getting too deep into the water, though her paws do kick up tiny splashes as the waves roll in, and she pauses here and there to let a tiny crab scuttle before her, or allow a sand piper to race back up the shore before the tide catches it. When she spies Jane rooting through the tide pools, she tilts her head to one side curiously before making a curious sound and approaching her, wagging her tail to show she means no harm.
What are you doing, extremely pretty lady? Playing in the water? I mean...that is fun sometimes, but Ammy really cannot relate. She doesn't much like getting wet, if she can help it. Rain is fine, but anything else feels too much like a dreaded BATH, and she can't stand those...ugh. Let her live her filthy, stinky life rolling in the dirt like the animal she is. It's fine, probably...]
[Jane has never seen a wolf on the island before, and it instantly draws her attention away from the little anemones and urchins in the pools.]
Hello...
[Ah, and she isn't sure. Even less sure that none of her little friends happened to tell her that there was a wolf here. It might have escaped their notice. Just another animal, after all.
She steps to the edge of the rocky pools and down onto the sand, and crouches with her hand outstretched. This is probably a dangerous thing to be doing, but even the wildest of animals are often taken aback by her ability to understand and speak to them.]
[ rimuru doesn't leave footprints, since he is a slime, he basically leaves a trail of sand being disturbed by a ball. Somehow. Look, it's hard to describe what type of trail a slime leaves.
But when he is spotted, part of his body shapes into a small tendrill that waves back at the familiar face, and since rimuru wants to get there faster, he bounces on the sand this time. ] Hi Jane!
[Once upon a time, he would have terrified her. She sometimes looks back on the skittish and constantly alarmed young woman she was back then, and she has to laugh.]
It's very cold! Stay there, I'll come to you.
[And so she does, stepping carefully over the rocks in bare feet then hopping down into the sand beside him.]
[Though not appearing as someone who could hold her own in a fight, Jane has never been content to just sit back and let other people do her fighting for her. The last several years haven't been easy and she's seen the necessity of keeping herself fit, even if it's just for running about after rowdy teenagers all day.
In the early morning she's sometimes found in the gym, lightly exercising, running or - on more rare occasions - attempting to kick and punch the living hell out of a punching bag.
More self-conscious than one might expect in gym clothes, she usually waits until the place is fairly quiet to go and let off some steam... perhaps other people have the same idea.]
[This Au Eddie is older, all grown up. He's lost some of his childhood fear. He still carries a desire to be healthy and more importantly, he wants to be able to defend himself and his fiance, Richie if ever needed again. Early morning is a perfect time for him to hit the gym. He's always been the early to rise type and knows Richie likes to sleep in.
He walks into the gym and immediately sees Jane vigorously attacking the punching bag. He clears his throat, to let her know he's there and jokingly asks.
Is that your usual routine - or did someone piss you off and you're pretending that's their face?
[When he clears his throat she swings, misses, and almost loses her balance entirely. She resorts to hugging the bag to avoid tripping over her own feet, and is beet-red when she turns around.
Purely from the exercise, of course, and not because her face is on fire with embarrassment.]
Eddie!
[She takes a moment to catch her breath, then makes a face.] Oh-- I'm not... No one specific.
[This... is not someone she expects to get a message from. She toys around with the idea of not answering, but there's a cold pit in her stomach over the way he brings up Josh--]
[it's in an hour that kavinsky calls. by then, david has no doubt flagged the initial alarm, so the white tower lietenant picks up with a set of brusque assumptions.]
Hey, Porter. So Alleyne tells me your fellow Councilman's been incommunicado for a few days. Sounds like I was the last person to see him. He was in the Tower with me for less than twenty-four hours, where the GPS leaves off.
[ It's been a hectic few hours since Luther had returned to the usual elevator for his return, carrying Josh in his arms and with a strangely demure Ken Kaneki in tow. It's been a flurry since then: the medical personnel whisking off Josh while security took Kaneki, and Luther listening in on some of the conversations clearing his presence on the island — or at least clearing this strange new version of the cannibal on this island. He'd debriefed with Allison, with the rest of his family.
And after a while, he wonders where Jane is.
She was the one who sent him out, after all, and by now she must know the storm that's come back in their wake. Right? The news of Josh's return has spread like wildfire, and the Council is in each others' pocket to begin with. So Luther wanders, and visits Jane's usual haunts searching for her: ringing the doorbell of her home, checking in on the kitchen, and then finally heading to the aviary and climbing the stairs, where he eventually finds the woman fussing with the birds. He stands there at the top of the stairwell for a moment, half-leaning against the wall, just watching her. ]
Kaneki had asked to bring someone with him and she had thought it must be someone like himself, someone who had suddenly begun to have serious misgivings about what they were doing and where they were, but--
He'd appeared with Luther, and it had been Josh.
After all her searching, all her poking around and spying, she'd finally found him, and it had been an accident. She should be happy - and she is, in a way, that he's back with them and he's safe - but there's a strange bitterness to it. He had been right under her nose the whole time.
She waits until she's sure he's alive, until Kaneki has been taken somewhere secure, and then she leaves. No fuss, no dramatics, she simply walks away and does so entirely unnoticed in the general hubub. She goes up to the aviary just to spend some time with the calm and quiet minds of creatures who have such simple things to speak of, and she should expect to be followed, yet Luther's voice still makes her jump in surprise.]
Oh-- [And she rubs at her eyes with the back of her wrist.] Luther. Come in.
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She might have been here for years, but you can only remove a lady so far from Victorian England.
The smell drifting out into the hall is delicious - a heady mix of chocolate, baking brownie mix and cherries - and in the middle of it all, slightly dusted in flour, is Jane herself.
Company is welcome, and even welcome to sample some of what she's made so far (not just brownies, there are cakes and other things). There's plenty of it, because when one bakes on an island full of teenagers one cannot simply make a single plate of cupcakes.]
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She'd meant to stay in, but she ended up out for a walk instead. The vast party in the distance made a lot of the rest of everywhere empty, and she got to enjoy the peace without too much interruption. Which is how she finds herself on a familiar doorstep with a smile. ]
Whatever you're making, I want at least ten.
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Allison! I'd come and give you a hug, but I'm terribly indisposed.
[As one might be able to surmise. She bustles over to put her latest batch into the oven, then moves to wash her hands.]
I feel like I might be compensating for something. [She says then, looking around with a comical grimace at the sheer amount of baked goods she's managed to produce. Baking is good therapy for worry.] But I'm sure I'll be able to spare you ten of... anything that you want.
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Claire already covered me with enough dirt and grass for today earlier.
[ There's a laugh at the batter covered fingers, which isn't in the slightest rare to find Jane covered in. The batter or the dusting of flour on her clothes and her nose. It's even cute. It's out of place for the normal faces they have to wear, and it's real, too. Allison lets herself fall into a chair at the table nearby, looking over the table. ]
What all have you been making this time?
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Is it typical to partially wear the food you cook?
[From most people, that would be a joke, or worse, an insult. For Judd it's a genuine question, asked with Psy practicality.]
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I didn't expect to see you here.
[And then she looks around briefly, before asking--]
Do you want the spoon? The batter's still good before it's cooked.
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[Judd looks down at the spoon before looking back up at Jane.]
Do you require assistance stirring the bowl?
[Why else would she ask him if he wanted to hold the spoon?]
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When she spots the girl peering around the doorway she shoots her a smile and winks, but doesn't stop stirring what she's currently mixing up.]
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Wolf considers ducking back into the hallway for half a second, and then just goes for broke and creeps into the kitchen, now that her cover has been blown. ]
What're you making?
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OPEN; beach
Birds and small mammals aren't the only animals she loves.
She'll see you coming and wave, whether she knows you or not... but if you want a chat with her you're going to have to wait, call her over, or go out to where she is.]
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When he sees Jane, he can't help his curiosity getting the better of him. He can't imagine what she's doing in the water this early in the day. He wanders closer to where she is, not actually breaching the water's edge as he peers out across the horizon in her direction. "That water not cold this early in the morning, Jane?" he calls out to her, an amused and questioning lilt in his voice. Just what is she doing?
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She looks at him for a moment, then wrinkles her nose in humour and starts coming back inland, hopping from one part of the rocks to another and wading through shallow water. When she gets to him there's a pink flush high on her cheeks and her toenails have a tinge of blue about them, but she looks like she's been having a fantastic time.
"I was looking for starfish."
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Trotting happily down the beach, the wolf avoids getting too deep into the water, though her paws do kick up tiny splashes as the waves roll in, and she pauses here and there to let a tiny crab scuttle before her, or allow a sand piper to race back up the shore before the tide catches it. When she spies Jane rooting through the tide pools, she tilts her head to one side curiously before making a curious sound and approaching her, wagging her tail to show she means no harm.
What are you doing, extremely pretty lady? Playing in the water? I mean...that is fun sometimes, but Ammy really cannot relate. She doesn't much like getting wet, if she can help it. Rain is fine, but anything else feels too much like a dreaded BATH, and she can't stand those...ugh. Let her live her filthy, stinky life rolling in the dirt like the animal she is. It's fine, probably...]
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Hello...
[Ah, and she isn't sure. Even less sure that none of her little friends happened to tell her that there was a wolf here. It might have escaped their notice. Just another animal, after all.
She steps to the edge of the rocky pools and down onto the sand, and crouches with her hand outstretched. This is probably a dangerous thing to be doing, but even the wildest of animals are often taken aback by her ability to understand and speak to them.]
What are you doing here, pretty wolf?
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But when he is spotted, part of his body shapes into a small tendrill that waves back at the familiar face, and since rimuru wants to get there faster, he bounces on the sand this time. ] Hi Jane!
How is the water?
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[Once upon a time, he would have terrified her. She sometimes looks back on the skittish and constantly alarmed young woman she was back then, and she has to laugh.]
It's very cold! Stay there, I'll come to you.
[And so she does, stepping carefully over the rocks in bare feet then hopping down into the sand beside him.]
There. What brings you out here?
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OPEN; gym
In the early morning she's sometimes found in the gym, lightly exercising, running or - on more rare occasions - attempting to kick and punch the living hell out of a punching bag.
More self-conscious than one might expect in gym clothes, she usually waits until the place is fairly quiet to go and let off some steam... perhaps other people have the same idea.]
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He walks into the gym and immediately sees Jane vigorously attacking the punching bag. He clears his throat, to let her know he's there and jokingly asks.
Is that your usual routine - or did someone piss you off and you're pretending that's their face?
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Purely from the exercise, of course, and not because her face is on fire with embarrassment.]
Eddie!
[She takes a moment to catch her breath, then makes a face.] Oh-- I'm not... No one specific.
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1 year ago;
inevitably what actually happens is he throws his old phone away and dreams a new one. >:{ stupid technopaths.]
hey superbird
david says there's a problem with josh.
let me know when you can talk. i'll be free in 1 hour
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Call me when you're free. I'll answer.
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Hey, Porter. So Alleyne tells me your fellow Councilman's been incommunicado for a few days. Sounds like I was the last person to see him. He was in the Tower with me for less than twenty-four hours, where the GPS leaves off.
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would you like to fade/handwave or cut to action?
birds in the aviary → after josh's rescue.
And after a while, he wonders where Jane is.
She was the one who sent him out, after all, and by now she must know the storm that's come back in their wake. Right? The news of Josh's return has spread like wildfire, and the Council is in each others' pocket to begin with. So Luther wanders, and visits Jane's usual haunts searching for her: ringing the doorbell of her home, checking in on the kitchen, and then finally heading to the aviary and climbing the stairs, where he eventually finds the woman fussing with the birds. He stands there at the top of the stairwell for a moment, half-leaning against the wall, just watching her. ]
Hey.
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Kaneki had asked to bring someone with him and she had thought it must be someone like himself, someone who had suddenly begun to have serious misgivings about what they were doing and where they were, but--
He'd appeared with Luther, and it had been Josh.
After all her searching, all her poking around and spying, she'd finally found him, and it had been an accident. She should be happy - and she is, in a way, that he's back with them and he's safe - but there's a strange bitterness to it. He had been right under her nose the whole time.
She waits until she's sure he's alive, until Kaneki has been taken somewhere secure, and then she leaves. No fuss, no dramatics, she simply walks away and does so entirely unnoticed in the general hubub. She goes up to the aviary just to spend some time with the calm and quiet minds of creatures who have such simple things to speak of, and she should expect to be followed, yet Luther's voice still makes her jump in surprise.]
Oh-- [And she rubs at her eyes with the back of her wrist.] Luther. Come in.