✧･ﾟ  DORCAS && SAMWISE

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE WAS THE KIND OF GENTLE THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE SURVIVED IN GOTHAM.  gotham breaks you of gentleness and innocence, and ivy knew that even if she’d been broken before she stepped foot into the city.  It’s why she belonged there, and there were few other human-filled cities that she would be able to call home.  Surprisingly, she didn’t mind working for him though.  He handled customers well, and Ivy was allowed to just be with the plants.  It had surprised her how much she cared not just about this shop, but about him.

NOT THAT SHE ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT A PERSON THAT WASN’T SELINA OR HARLEY.  no, never.  He was just more tolerable, that was all.  She stepped away from the plant she was misting, giving him a nod.  ❝ I don’t mind staying if you need help with a project.  I think you and I both know that my skill with plants is unmatched. ❞  Though Sam came close, which was probably why she enjoyed him.  He cared about the life in the shop, and the plants liked him back.  Some of them whispered about him with such lovestruck-ness it made Ivy pinch them as she walked by.

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Running a business was much like tending to a plant. You had to keep it in the right location so that it would flourish, get rid of the dead weight so that the lively parts could survive, and tend to it often, regularly, in the same neat little pattern. Looking back, Sam thought it was why he was so good at it when he had first started. Plants, business, it was stable, and he needed stable. He had gone on his quest with the Ring, but that was out of necessity, not want. Sallow Hills may not be exactly where he wanted to be, but it allowed him to have most of what he wanted, so he could live with it for the time being. 

“It is help with a project, I’m needing,” he gave a smile and a nod. He was very appreciative of her skills. Especially in a job like this where he would have to work with things from other worlds entirely, and blindly hope he would get the science right. “I’ve been trying to get these flowers to blossom for a few weeks now, but no matter what I adjust they keep dying off. They aren’t from Earth, so I don’t know what the solution would be. Figured another set of eyes might do some good— if’n you’re willing to look.”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of River Song⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

river| I’m River Song. I live in a flat on Lôn Ddysgu sort of near the schools, on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

r | I’ve been here since February. Almost Five months now. 

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

r | I’m not homesick at all, seeing as I don’t remember much of anything before arriving here.

Would you ever want to leave?

r | I don’t know. I probably will if and/or when I get my memories back.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

r | Sallow Hills has been good to me. The people are nice, and I enjoy meeting everyone. Its a pretty place to live, if not a bit chilly. 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

r | Yes, yes, if anyone does know anything about me or where I come from, I would appreciate being filled in on that information as soon as possible. 

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Jenny laughed. “No offense taken,” she said. “Teenagers are teenagers. We’ve all been there, right?” She smirked slightly. She actually hadn’t been there, but telling a complete stranger that she popped out of a machine as an adult didn’t usually feel like the right course of action. “It was a fun presentation though, at least in my opinion. I noticed a few kids nodding off, but for the most part I felt like they were engaged.”

They glanced down at the teacup, waiting for it to steep. They hated that part of tea, the waiting for it to be ready.

“History? I absolutely love history,” they said. “It’s my favorite school subject. Well, that and science. But history is brilliant. Is there a certain era of Earth history your classes focus on?”

Shit. She’d just called it ‘earth’ history. Immediate alien red flag. Whoops.

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Laughing politely at Jenny’s words, River tucked the papers she had been looking over away. She didn’t remember her teenage years either, but she could only assume she was a troublemaker between the scars dusted around her knees and hands (which she had chalked up to lots of rough housing) and the tiny faded tattoo that looked old enough to be from that part of her life. 

“I’d say same here, but I doubt that would be much of a surprise,” the older woman smiled. “Science was always my second favorite, but history is where my real love has always lain.”

The phrasing of the question didn’t really catch her off guard. She was used to the colloquialisms and general lack of proper grammar from her students, and she could barely remember a few months ago, let alone anything of her past. “We go through the early modern world, or the medieval period, to the industrial revolution. Right now we’re in the late 1700s. Not the most fun thing to teach, but there's a curriculum for a reason. If we had it my way, we’d be going over all sorts of fun things from really, really far back.” River got up in order to make herself another cuppa. “What sort of things do you get up to at the lab all day? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

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⌘River + Twelve⌘

for my sweetie @velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes

It was cold here, River knew that if not much else. She was glad to have her favorite coat with her, as it seemed to keep out the bitey chill in the air better than anything else she could come up with. She had it pulled tight around herself, hands stuck deep in her pockets, as she walked down the street. There were a lot of people out and about today, but that wasn't surprising for a Saturday morning.

She had a long list of errands to run, but there was one shop that had her main interest— Goodwin Antiques. She didn’t know exactly why she was so pulled towards it, but she wanted to find out what sort of treasures the place could be hiding. On the clock, Ms. Song was a history teacher, so it made sense she would be intrigued by carefully preserved items of the past. Besides, she had just moved into town, and her tiny flat looked depressing with nothing to cover the bare walls and table tops and floors of it.

Pushing in the door of the shop, River was happy to find it was warm inside. Her eyes didn’t know where to look first, as there seemed to be dozens of pretty pieces within feet on the doorway to look at. As she unzipped her coat, she looked around for the nearest attendant. She was going to need one if she had any hope of navigating the place. When she saw one, she smiled, and the skin around her eyes crinkled as she did. “Oh hello! Good morning to you.”

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS.  hobbit.  Hobbit!  Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot.  He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this?  Or even thought about it?  When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here.  Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.

❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞  i’m not human either, not fully.  Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew.  Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that.  ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad.  My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it.  My ma though.  I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing.  She was an angel, I swear. ❞  He chuckled, shaking his head.  ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.  It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  I don’t believe I caught your name.  I’m Remus. ❞

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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”

He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT.  ❝ multitasking.  A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞  The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing.  There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else.  But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself.  It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.

❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN.  when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else.  When it takes over your entire mind. ❞  He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him.  He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes.  However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords.  He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.  

❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW.  if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞

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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety. 

When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”

Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?” 

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Jaskier chuckled, “Judging on how we met, I thought I’d be dead by now and it is quite surprising how that has turned around. Quite recently, I might add and honestly it’s so much easier to get along with you when i’m drunk”. The bard picks up his lute and starts to pick the strings gently and with precision, although fumbling on a couple of notes as the spirits he’s been drinking go to his head. “Fuck, this shit used to be easy”

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Nodding in amused agreement, the mage lifted her cup a bit in a silent toast to the sentiment, before she took a little drink. “What can I say, bard? I’m full of surprises.”

She watched him play with the instrument, snorting a little laugh each time he messed up the notes. She knew he was talented at it, even if she would never tell him as much. “So much for being a professional. Or maybe you simply cant handle your liquor.” She was teasing, but she wasn’t really one to talk as she could barely handle it herself. “Are you going to make everyone suffer through another tune, or are you feeling merciful on my ears?”