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

[cadeuces]

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 clegane or on discord (gauche#5968) and we can work something out! ♥ )


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[tinkerhell]

[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.]

[cadeuces]

[ The ease of contact isn't lost on her and her hold on him is as gentle as always, Eiger stealing a lick to his gloved knuckles before he's wandering off— though not too far. She hums her approval, amusement curling one corner of her mouth, and leaves him to explore as he pleases while she goes to gather coffee despite his lack of reply.

It's only a minute or so after the low thrum of her espresso maker before she returns with two mugs in hand, offering him one before moving to sit at the fireplace hearth. She remembers how well he'd taken to warmth, at least, and watches him move about the place as Eiger pads back to curl at her ankles now that she's settled. ]

That depends, I suppose. There are those I've met here I would stay with until we can all go home, but I don't plan on staying here forever. Everything here? [ She motions with a vague gesture of her hand, "all of it". ] It's play money, you know? I'll have no use for what I've earned when we return. I may as well enjoy the concept of a stable home while it lasts. I've never settled in any one place for so long.

[ It's a little novel, not traveling the world with all your worldly goods in a couple of suitcases or shipping the excess back to a house you own but never see when it no longer fits in your luggage. ]

And what of you? Have you found a home?

[tinkerhell]

[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.]

[cadeuces]

[ Without even seeing his face, she can see him staring down at the mug. It's to be expected, she supposes. They've not had the best track record with food and drink no matter where they've gone, but it's also... Angela. It's her home, it has been for a while now, and he should be able to trust that she would remain hospitable to him.

Even when given reason to report his activities or injuries caused, she hadn't. She'd given him shelter against all better judgment and had proceeded to let him maintain their space. But he follows her anyway, boots heavy on the hardwood until she's sitting before the fire, warm at her back, and he's beside her.

Not even a wasted moment of hesitation in removing his mask. He still looks so familiar; the same face she'd seen before but paler, eyes dark. He's still Gabriel, in some way.

But not in voice. Tone. That's far colder. ]

So long as you have a roof over your head and a place to get warm.

[ She still remembers how he'd taken to the heat packs she'd put on his back, all those months ago. God, they've been here an age. ]

The Snakes? [ It was hard to think of them together, for as much as they kept one another at arm's length. Harder still to imagine Gabriel's met them both, though she'd at least heard of his run-in with David. Ahab, however. She's learned his call-sign, Venom Snake, but she didn't equate it to him the way she did Snake— Solid Snake. It'd been his name for so long. They were codenames grouped for specialties and they looked so similar, beneath the scars and bulk and uniforms. Inordinately different in personality, though. ] They're not the first I would name, but yes. I would stay here with them both, as well. I was speaking more along the lines of the children here. The other agents.

[ And after a sip of her own coffee: ] You've met them, I take it?