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entrancelogs2019-02-04 06:33 pm
beautifullies) wrote in entrancelogs2019-02-04 06:33 pm
Going to make it through the night } OTA!
Who: Claire Fraser and YOU!
Where: Vendor's area, library
When: after the Love Hotel
Rating: PG-13 for language in a prompt lol
Summary: Claire browses for things and hits the books.
The Story:
° Vendors
[ In the nearly two years since Claire’s been in Wonderland, she’s never truly thought of meandering through the sort of bazaar type set-up that was home to the vendors. She doesn’t know much about other worlds and what they may have in them, but today she has a basket full of freshly made salves and ointments and makes her way through the stalls, admiring things from places she can hardly imagine. She’s looking for anything vaguely medicinal, anything that might make sense to her when she spots a simple blue vase.
Seeing it takes her back to post World War Two, pre-Jamie. Back to a time when she’d longed for a home with roots to grow. A place to keep a vase. She certainly doesn’t need the vase now, but she trades peppermint oil for it and goes about her business. Eventually, she collects a nice glass set of empty bottled though some still have the labels in tact. ]
What in God’s name would one do with dragon’s blood?
[ Not ‘how are dragons real?’ but what purpose does the blood serve? Wonderland has opened her eyes to many things. Still, she keeps collecting and trading and even finds some sort of whiskey for Jamie (she trades away aloe extract for it) and bottles that are actually full with liquids, trading away a large bouquet of dried herbs this time. Everything is fascinating to her, straddling two different times, and she now holds a few more bottles, some full and some empty, trying to decide what to trade for it. ]
Alright. How much is a cure for loose bowels from 1906 worth to you, Beauchamp?
[ She says it out loud, to herself, but not quietly. ]
° Library
[ Claire knows by now that her death, at least, is recorded history, but today she isn’t looking for that morose of an article. No; she’s looking for anything regarding North Carolina in the 18th century, late, perhaps 1769 or '70. She wants to know of Fraser’s Ridge, of the things she’ll accomplish with Jamie.
Even if they die doing it, at least they can know they made some sort of difference.
Rather than sit with a book she finally pulls off a shelf, Claire holds it open and reads, finger dragging along a page. It’s ten thousand acres which stops her heart for a moment, even if Jamie’s told her as such after leaving Wonderland and returning. When she finds a map, Claire finally sits and stares at it, resisting the urge to tear it out of the book if only because she respects Sunburst’s appreciation for all of the novels homed here. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
[ She mutters it under her breath, then follows the text. Fraser’s Ridge as a historic landmark in North Carolina. Historic. A legacy for Brianna, as Jamie wanted, then. Fraser’s Ridge had borders with an Indian reservation. Its name is Anna Ooka. Natives. She knows, of course, about the terrible things done to those who were rightfully on the land first, and she can’t imagine herself or Jamie being insensitive to that. Putting the book down, Claire seems lost in thought as she tries to wrap her mind around so much life she hasn’t lived yet and the fact that it’s in text before her. ]
Bloody time travel.
Where: Vendor's area, library
When: after the Love Hotel
Rating: PG-13 for language in a prompt lol
Summary: Claire browses for things and hits the books.
The Story:
° Vendors
[ In the nearly two years since Claire’s been in Wonderland, she’s never truly thought of meandering through the sort of bazaar type set-up that was home to the vendors. She doesn’t know much about other worlds and what they may have in them, but today she has a basket full of freshly made salves and ointments and makes her way through the stalls, admiring things from places she can hardly imagine. She’s looking for anything vaguely medicinal, anything that might make sense to her when she spots a simple blue vase.
Seeing it takes her back to post World War Two, pre-Jamie. Back to a time when she’d longed for a home with roots to grow. A place to keep a vase. She certainly doesn’t need the vase now, but she trades peppermint oil for it and goes about her business. Eventually, she collects a nice glass set of empty bottled though some still have the labels in tact. ]
What in God’s name would one do with dragon’s blood?
[ Not ‘how are dragons real?’ but what purpose does the blood serve? Wonderland has opened her eyes to many things. Still, she keeps collecting and trading and even finds some sort of whiskey for Jamie (she trades away aloe extract for it) and bottles that are actually full with liquids, trading away a large bouquet of dried herbs this time. Everything is fascinating to her, straddling two different times, and she now holds a few more bottles, some full and some empty, trying to decide what to trade for it. ]
Alright. How much is a cure for loose bowels from 1906 worth to you, Beauchamp?
[ She says it out loud, to herself, but not quietly. ]
° Library
[ Claire knows by now that her death, at least, is recorded history, but today she isn’t looking for that morose of an article. No; she’s looking for anything regarding North Carolina in the 18th century, late, perhaps 1769 or '70. She wants to know of Fraser’s Ridge, of the things she’ll accomplish with Jamie.
Even if they die doing it, at least they can know they made some sort of difference.
Rather than sit with a book she finally pulls off a shelf, Claire holds it open and reads, finger dragging along a page. It’s ten thousand acres which stops her heart for a moment, even if Jamie’s told her as such after leaving Wonderland and returning. When she finds a map, Claire finally sits and stares at it, resisting the urge to tear it out of the book if only because she respects Sunburst’s appreciation for all of the novels homed here. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
[ She mutters it under her breath, then follows the text. Fraser’s Ridge as a historic landmark in North Carolina. Historic. A legacy for Brianna, as Jamie wanted, then. Fraser’s Ridge had borders with an Indian reservation. Its name is Anna Ooka. Natives. She knows, of course, about the terrible things done to those who were rightfully on the land first, and she can’t imagine herself or Jamie being insensitive to that. Putting the book down, Claire seems lost in thought as she tries to wrap her mind around so much life she hasn’t lived yet and the fact that it’s in text before her. ]
Bloody time travel.