Posted September 13, 2016
October 17, 1696 -
Today is the coldest day of the season so far, by far. The temperature wasn't even this cold overnight, but once the morning started to break, a cold front settled into the area and the air has been noticeably colder.
The leaves have been falling for weeks at a slow but ever-increasing rate, and now there is a constant raining down of them that, while it is a beautiful site, more and more signals the incoming winter. A winter which you all figure is bound to start baring its teeth within the next few weeks and for which you all anxiously await, because you know that once snow begins to come, it can come in loads.
The thoughts of the incoming winter are an inevitable part of life in these parts, and are usually not much of a mention to any of you, but, with your friends and families still far away in Nashua, even more especially so given the uncertainty of the current situation, it daunts you all quite a bit.
The few days-old remaining pieces of apple pie no longer bring the warm fuzzies, and before where there was a lot of friendliness and camaraderie to the tones of discussion, there is now more curtness and impatience to most of your demeanors when interacting, and it is having an undeniable effect on the overall mood.
"What is your problem? You're not right." Jim and Jay have been going at each other more and more as the day has gone on. Taking little breaks to discuss among the group and with others, but then seem to inevitably be back at it. You are all used to them squabbling, in brotherly ways, but it certainly doesn't make things less tense right now, and there seems to be a more edge in their voices at each other than usual. "What's your problem? Get off my back!"
The day goes on and nothing seems to have changed much despite the hours spent working together. Then,
"Ma! You're not behaving right! Stop it!" Eric's raised voice causes all the other little discussions going on to halt, and everyone turns their attention to him and his mother. They notice everyone stop and look at them, but they continue their spat, unable to stop.
"What do you mean?! We've been dilly-dallying around whatever is going on for over two weeks! We are barely talking about what might have happened to Julie and even less about what to do about it! Practically nothing has changed, except we're all a bit more on edge because we miss our families and the way things normally are, and are all finding reasons to suspect each other of who knows what! I know I'm close to the community home, but 'm getting tired of walking back and forth all the time. What do you want from me? You want to know what I was just thinking? 'Damn, my feet hurt, I hope I can get a ride home tonight.' That's what! OOOO, deep I know! It's all I have to say for now. Let's do something, or let's be done for the evening, it's been a crap day and we're all probably not quite ourselves and we will be better served if we call it a night and get some rest."
"'Do something'" Eric mocks his mother, it's all he can hear out of all of her words. Years of pent up frustration with certain things about her are starting to peak through the surface. "DO something?" He echoes. "How about we kill you! How's THAT for doing something?!"
The rest of you stare in shock, uncertain how to proceed, yet you feel like you'd like nothing more than to do just that.
NOTE:
as it says in the rules - This is just flavor written based on character interaction and is not indicative of anything (other than the most basic of 2+ relations having voted for each other, which triggered a pre-planned [though not pre-written] purely flavor event.)
Today is the coldest day of the season so far, by far. The temperature wasn't even this cold overnight, but once the morning started to break, a cold front settled into the area and the air has been noticeably colder.
The leaves have been falling for weeks at a slow but ever-increasing rate, and now there is a constant raining down of them that, while it is a beautiful site, more and more signals the incoming winter. A winter which you all figure is bound to start baring its teeth within the next few weeks and for which you all anxiously await, because you know that once snow begins to come, it can come in loads.
The thoughts of the incoming winter are an inevitable part of life in these parts, and are usually not much of a mention to any of you, but, with your friends and families still far away in Nashua, even more especially so given the uncertainty of the current situation, it daunts you all quite a bit.
The few days-old remaining pieces of apple pie no longer bring the warm fuzzies, and before where there was a lot of friendliness and camaraderie to the tones of discussion, there is now more curtness and impatience to most of your demeanors when interacting, and it is having an undeniable effect on the overall mood.
"What is your problem? You're not right." Jim and Jay have been going at each other more and more as the day has gone on. Taking little breaks to discuss among the group and with others, but then seem to inevitably be back at it. You are all used to them squabbling, in brotherly ways, but it certainly doesn't make things less tense right now, and there seems to be a more edge in their voices at each other than usual. "What's your problem? Get off my back!"
The day goes on and nothing seems to have changed much despite the hours spent working together. Then,
"Ma! You're not behaving right! Stop it!" Eric's raised voice causes all the other little discussions going on to halt, and everyone turns their attention to him and his mother. They notice everyone stop and look at them, but they continue their spat, unable to stop.
"What do you mean?! We've been dilly-dallying around whatever is going on for over two weeks! We are barely talking about what might have happened to Julie and even less about what to do about it! Practically nothing has changed, except we're all a bit more on edge because we miss our families and the way things normally are, and are all finding reasons to suspect each other of who knows what! I know I'm close to the community home, but 'm getting tired of walking back and forth all the time. What do you want from me? You want to know what I was just thinking? 'Damn, my feet hurt, I hope I can get a ride home tonight.' That's what! OOOO, deep I know! It's all I have to say for now. Let's do something, or let's be done for the evening, it's been a crap day and we're all probably not quite ourselves and we will be better served if we call it a night and get some rest."
"'Do something'" Eric mocks his mother, it's all he can hear out of all of her words. Years of pent up frustration with certain things about her are starting to peak through the surface. "DO something?" He echoes. "How about we kill you! How's THAT for doing something?!"
The rest of you stare in shock, uncertain how to proceed, yet you feel like you'd like nothing more than to do just that.
NOTE:
as it says in the rules - This is just flavor written based on character interaction and is not indicative of anything (other than the most basic of 2+ relations having voted for each other, which triggered a pre-planned [though not pre-written] purely flavor event.)
Post edited September 13, 2016 by drealmer7
