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ᴅʀ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ❝ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ❞ ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] cadeuces) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-02-19 12:00 pm

( open ) there's a road that follows to a home

Who: Angela & you!
When: The month of February and onward
Where: Region 2 farmlands, at her cottage
What: A permanent downtime log for house shenanigans!
Warnings: None, but I will update if anything comes along!

[ Angela's work schedule is a fairly clear-cut thing on the best of days. Three days working in Kauto's hospital, three days up on Chioni, and then two days off. Around the time of planet discovery and the initial burst of travels, she hovers around the Ingress Complex to assist any who may return injured, and she's otherwise on call across all three if emergencies required her skills. To say she isn't home terribly often is a fair enough assessment, but she still had plenty of downtime every evening, considering the longer days.

There's a key in the base of the lantern beside her front door, but not everyone knows about it— not even a handful from her own world. Those who do, however, know they have a free pass to her home whether she's there or no. A spare bed to crawl into, a couch to wait on, access to her stash of medical supplies (but seriously just call her for help). A kitchen to rummage through, now often with fresh-baked bread and a steady offering of apples off her trees on hand, as well as any leftovers in the fridge.

Eiger still accompanies her to work as a resident therapy dog, but he could be found around the property when she works her shifts on Chioni, access out the back door through the flap when he no longer feels like awaiting her return at the front. The cottage itself is on a hill and the back extends out on a bridge as an elongated sunroom, stretching out over the creek running through her property. The back door itself leads one to a winding path down through the copse of trees preceding her quaint little orchard of apple and walnut trees, surrounding a gazebo set up with a fire pit and the basics for cooking in warmer weather, hammock piled high in furs leftover from the Midway Hub's game— if anyone chose to visit and didn't have access to her house, this would be the ideal place to camp. (Just make sure to message her so she knows you're there! She'll come around once she's home to let you in.)

If she's home and not in the house, one would undoubtedly find her in that hammock with her work, fire crackling at hand and her cup of coffee long-since cold, Eiger curled up behind her legs. It's not the largest of places, but it's home, and there's blankets on near every surface— even the chairs in the kitchen. The creek is a relaxing babble, the creak of the water wheel partially powering her home, and if she's home, there's always a fire going if it's cold out and coffee going. ]



( ooc: This will be a permanent post for house stuff! I'll be posting monthly headers and any prompts relating to events or going-ons within to link from my toplevels, but I am 100% open to casual plotting or visits; just hit me up at [plurk.com profile] clegane or on discord (gauche#5968) and we can work something out! ♥ )



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flashbanging: damn the dark damn the light (break the silence)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2017-03-05 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angie's place isn't hard to find. McCree essentially looks for the coziest farm on the planet, and when he finds it, he knows he's got the right trail. It's only been a few days since his confrontation with Jack, and he's still aching from it, inside and out. His back's in particularly bad shape--getting thrown against the side of a house by someone with super strength is not good for the bones. He's rubbing an indeterminate spot on his side with his good hand while he knocks on her door with the other one; his metal fist makes a loud, clanging rap against the wood. ]

Angie? Doc, you in there?

[ He sounds a little plaintive. If she doesn't answer, he's just gonna sit right there and wait. ]
flashbanging: just play the game (i'll be the villain)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2017-03-06 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Relief washes over him when she opens the door, but the tension doesn't entirely drain from his throbbing muscles. He's got one of her e-cigs clenched between his teeth, chewed half to shreds. He tumbles forward, wanting desperately to sit, but wanting also to shout and howl, to somehow release this tension he's been carrying ever since his confrontation with Jack.

He doesn't shrug off her hand, but his dark eyes are searching and careful as he looks at her, watching for her reaction to what he says next. ]


Jack's here. He's that 76 fella who's been runnin' around giving everybody hell for months.

[ Did she know? ]
flashbanging: what i've become (i am not what i've done)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2017-03-07 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ McCree's always liked dogs, and been generally good with them, besides. They're straightforward, loyal animals--they always let you know what they want and they never let you down. More than can be said of most people, himself included. He offers his hand to Eiger, and keeps it there til the dog gives him a sniff or a lick, such as he might like. But his stormy mood doesn't ease, especially not with Angie's admission.

He's too worn down to yell, or even to muster that much indignation. Having it out with Jack has already run McCree ragged. ]


Damn it, Angie.

[ But he's still disappointed. He covers his face with one hand, his fingers pushing up into his hair, against the brim of his Stetson. He groans. ]

How long? How long have I been makin' a damn fool of myself?

[ Ana knew, too, obviously. He's wondering now if it was just obvious to everybody but him. ]
flashbanging: and my blood is growing cold (moon's rising)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2017-03-08 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well ... that's not so long. Not so long as he was imagining, to be sure. McCree sighs, a long deep exhale that shudders through his whole body. His shoulders go slack. He has that same feeling as he did with Jack, where he's young again, where he's on uncertain ground, agitated and miserable all at once. ]

Yeah, I had plenty of suspicions, too. I just kept tellin' myself that folks don't come back from the dead.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Reckon that's foolish, considering Reyes.

[ He'd been to both of their gravestones, after all.

A few moments pass. The tension's drained from his limbs, but he's not sure where to go from here. So he just mutters, a little contrite. ]


I punched him in the jaw.

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tinkerhell: (just because we check the guns)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2017-03-07 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He keeps everyone's schedules close, because its the easiest thing to keep his time occupied. He knows when they leave, when they take lunch, when they return home, their routine errands and other things. Distance between planets has made things harder to track, but when you're an employed mercenary, avenues are open to you.

He's kept his distance from most of them, biding his time, waiting for a stockpile large enough to finish what he'd started with Jack Morrison. It was a slower process than he would have liked -- and then there was the matter of Amari's disappearance.

Probably for the best, but no less infuriating.

When Angela returns to her abode in the evening, she will find her porch already occupied by a too-familiar trenchcoat -- worn in places it hadn't been before, gouges and burn marks in his mask, scuffs in the armor on his arms and legs. Whatever he has been doing, its not easy work -- even for a wraith.

His arms stay folded in plain sight, to show he isn't holding a weapon. After all, he's been out of contact for a few months -- there was no reason to imagine his arrival wasn't suspicious. With Sombra doing her own work on her own time, he only has so many people he can talk to.

That, in itself, was a strange revelation -- the desire for some sort of familiar noise that wasn't necessarily hostile.]


I don't think your dog likes me.
tinkerhell: (doesn't mean our brains will change)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2017-03-08 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
You don't really want the answer to that question.

[He waits for her to finish her ritual before he rises to take her invitation, two heavy steps as he turns to enter. For a long moment, he stays quiet and stares down her dog in return.

He'd enjoyed dogs, once. There weren't too many animals around that liked what the collapse did to him. But whatever Eiger was or wasn't, he has no interest in finding out or testing.

There are more important things to talk about and consider.]


Big place. Just you?

[He already knows, but he can at least act like he isn't spying on her.]
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tinkerhell: (just because we check the guns)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2017-03-22 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Lazily, Reaper allows his wrist to fall into her hand in order to offer it to the dog, fingers curling into a fist subconsciously while the exchange occurs. Given his mostly relaxed posture, he seems to have forgotten the fact that he and Angela haven't been in close contact for some time as he shuts the door behind the pair of them.

Rather than actually answer her question about whether or not something is wrong, he turns his face up to the whole of the household to get a better scope of the inside. The casual pleasantries of entertaining a normal guest are mostly lost on him, but he grunts an acknowledgement as she wanders toward the kitchen, and he takes a turn for the living room instead.

When she joins him again, she might notice him inspecting her choice of decor. Eventually, when she is in range to offer whatever it is that she's managed to collect, he speaks with a slight tilt of his head.]


Are you planning on staying here when they find a way back?

[Seemed like everyone was getting comfortable -- not that it was any skin of his back.]
tinkerhell: (doesn't mean our brains will change)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2017-04-23 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes the mug quietly, peering down at it in a manner that might have been suspicious, if he made facial expressions behind the mask. Slowly, he follows her into the next room near the fireplace, claws flexing over the mug idly.

Her reply is pragmatic, probably as much as he could expect from Angela Ziegler. Now would be the time where he would take a seat and get comfortable, if he cared to -- instead, he reaches up to remove his mask as idly as one might scratch an itch.

There was no real point in it anymore, other than for aesthetics. Everyone knew who was behind it. Its more of a habit, than a necessity. And after, he pulls the mug to his lips, staring sternly at the fire.]


If you want to call it that.

[The treehouse was hardly furnished -- it was a task for one day, to be sure. But for Gabriel's part, usually so laser focused in his objectives, was having trouble with the idea of settling down and simply...living.]

You're talking about the Snakes.

[He'd met them -- watched them, like everyone else. Jack had been keeping their company too.]
sleepdarts: (ғᴏʀᴛʏ sɪx)

[personal profile] sleepdarts 2017-03-11 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's a chance that Ana takes on two fronts -- whether Angela is home, she remembered the younger woman's habits enough from the past to question her free time now, and whether she would want this particular visitor. They had had a pleasant conversation on Ana's message but she knew now after talking to Jack that things were complicated. Not knowing wasn't an excuse, not when Ana still agreed with what Jack had done, and she's ready to take her own consequences.

She gives a gentle knock on the door, adjusting the package that's in her hand slightly. One thing that being here before had given her was a few items -- other clothes, tea and, what had been a pleasant surprise, some coffee to take to Angela's. It was by no means fantastic, though Ana's idea of good coffee would probably hurt Angela's sensibilities, but it was an offering. The package also held a small parcel of tea, because of course Ana is bold enough to make the assumption that she's coming again. She may not know Angela's feelings on Jack's truth but she doesn't plan for them to stay negative )
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[personal profile] sleepdarts 2017-03-16 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
( Ana waits for Angela's reaction, or even an invitation before moving herself. She never lets herself slip from bold into rude, and she is not about to make her friend (or her companion) upset.

When Angela moves Ana gives her a smile, and a small nod and she steps in. Her gaze drifts briefly to Angela's dog before back to the woman as she speaks )


Oh, I am well, as I hope you are. ( And truthfully so with her being more informed on their situation. Ana taps a finger on her package before offering it to Angela ) I don't yet know where to find something of better quality but I could not come without something.
Edited 2017-03-16 08:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sleepdarts 2017-03-27 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps it will still be pleasant.

( And if not the thoughtfulness of it, though Ana does not believe that she is the only friend of Angela's whom drinks tea, is still appreciated.

With her eye trailing back to the dog, watching his obedience towards Angela, Ana steps forward, offering her hand to him. It's been a long time since she's had such a companion around -- never her own, always a stray that had stayed around just long enough, but it brings a warm memory to her, and a half-smile for Eiger )


Where did you find him? I would not have thought a dog would have fared well in space.

( But what does she know she doesn't remember it )
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[personal profile] sleepdarts 2017-04-19 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake?

( There's a slight recognition, and a hum in curiosity at the name. She recognised it from the conversation that he'd shared with her after she'd arrived. A good friend indeed.

Joining Angela at the counter her head dips, selecting one of chai teas )


He was trained well, and I imagine he enjoys the freedom. ( Dogs liked their exercise, and in the farmlands Eiger wasn't lacking for space ) The ship I have heard little about, though Jack tells me I wasn't there for long.

( The majority of her previous stay had been on the planet, and whilst that had satisfied her previous conversation Ana wasn't asking about details regarding herself now )

I'm not certain how to imagine it.