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Francis (Faramir) Fletcher ([personal profile] insufficientjewel) wrote in [community profile] lethevale2016-11-08 06:43 pm

in which francis fletcher is confused a lot

Who: Francis and anyone else who happens to be around (OPEN)
Where: The King's Head; around Lethevale
When: The mornings of Wednesday 2nd and Sunday 6th November
What: Francis gets to grips with Lethevale, and is horrified by the lack of churches.
Warnings: TBD

[1 - Wednesday, King's Head]

Francis slept late his first night in Lethevale - later than he had in years, in fact; late enough to miss breakfast entirely. Apparently, his ordeal in the storm had quite exhausted him. He was more than a little embarrassed by that, although he didn't care to admit it: lying in bed until nearly noon was very unlike him, and positively slothful.

On his second day in the town, however, routine reasserted itself, and before dawn was much more than a grey ghost in the overcast sky, he was dressed and settling downstairs for a breakfast of bread and cheese, and some of the worst coffee he had ever tasted. For a good hour and a half, he remained where he was, settled in a corner of the bar, reading a hefty leather-bound book.

When he saw someone come from the door at the back of the room, though - presumably one of his fellow guests, as it was the door upstairs - he looked up from his reading and cleared his throat to draw their attention, even raising his hand a little. "Excuse me?"

[2 - Sunday, around town]

Sunday saw Francis up earlier than ever, dressed in his now-laundered Sunday suit and with his hair brushed until it shone. He would have admitted to a little surprise that he seemed alone in being awake so early - the landlord, for his part, seemed sluggish and ill-tempered at being made to work at so early an hour - and to greater surprise when, heading out into the November darkness, he saw the streets empty.

That was nothing to the surprise still in store. Francis was not, typically, an uncouth man, or one prone to accosting strangers, but by mid-morning he was so thoroughly shaken that, when he saw someone he recognised from the inn, he crossed over to catch their attention, clearly distressed.

"Did you know there is not one church offering services in this town? Not one priest!?"
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[personal profile] starlightcalliope 2016-11-08 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems to Calliope that the chill and fright of her nocturnal arrival in the town isn't going to leave her bones for some time yet. Even after a day spent mostly restfully - getting their carriage in order, unpacking, huddling by the fireplace - and minimal exploring (because her grandfather can't be expected to sit still all afternoon, of course) she still can't seem to get quite warm enough. What's more, the fires and demons of her dreams have reared their ugly heads once more.

So, this morning, she's rather unwilling to slip back into sleep and gets up instead, driven downstairs by the coldness of her room. There's no telling if her grandfather is awake yet, but she thinks she can do this on her own, simply sitting by the fire with a book until he joins her for breakfast. Surely the common room will be empty this early, anyhow, and she won't have to fret about being spotted. All she has to do is pop on her artificial nose and neat wig, with a bright pink bonnet on top just in case.

So fortified, she makes her way downstairs and crosses over to the fireplace. She's in the process of stifling a yawn when she's addressed by a corner of the room, which, after a start and a squint of her tired eyes, turns out to be a stranger in awfully unnoticeable clothing. Oh shoot, so much for not being spotted. And it'd be terribly rude to abscond now. Frozen in place, Calliope's bearing becomes rather unsure and shy as she lowers her head and peeps, "Um, yes, sir?"