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Lethevale Mods ([personal profile] lethevale_mods) wrote in [community profile] lethevale2017-01-13 01:05 pm
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Who: Everyone!
Where: The whole of Lethevale.
When: January 13th.
What: A storm, a town, and a beginning.
Warnings: TBC

It isn't unusual, in the mountains at this time of year, to have some wild weather. What is unusual is just how quickly and how violently this particular storm blows in. One moment it's a clear, fine winter's day, unusually good for travelling, with frost glittering on the ground and the sun dazzlingly bright in a painfully blue sky - then, without warning, the sky is blotted out by roiling black clouds, and the early afternoon is plunged into dim twilight. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the storm has fully arrived, and gale-force winds are lashing the sharp, icy rain in all directions, while lightning flashes and thunder roars around the mountainsides.

The good news is that even the wolves and bears have gone to ground. The bad news is that they had good reason to. Any traveller caught in this storm had better find shelter of their own - between the cold and rain, the battering wind which can bring down whole trees, and the rapidly flooding valley, it's simply not safe for even the hardiest passerby to be outside right now.
someguywithglasses: (hmm)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-13 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
By the time Amamiya made his way to the inn, he resembled in misery and general lassitude the very image of wet cat. Though he had attempted to dry himself a little at the entrance, or at least wipe his feet, it made little difference. Now rainwater was slowly pooling under his shoes as he attempted to tell the girl working at the inn that he was expected.

"I don't understand," he was saying. He took off his glasses and in vain tried to wipe off the water. "I did send correspondence ahead of time. My things should have been sent ahead. Are you sure there's no note? It was all under Amamiya..."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Annette!" The voice came from behind the bar; the girl turned rather gratefully away from trying to explain that the mail coach, it came late in this weather, that perhaps his bags... The landlord's interruption was a welcome distraction. "Annette, what's keeping you with the young man?"

And the landlord came out from behind the bar, limping slightly and wiping his hands on his apron. He smiled jovially at Amamiya, winking broadly. "I hope you're not trying to steal my girls away, sir. What's the problem?"
someguywithglasses: (this is suboptimal)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, hello," said Amamiya, turning to the landlord. "Are you Mister... Johanssen? I had some things sent to Lethevale ahead of me -- I'm Kazuhiko Amamiya."

After the excitement of the night, he was finding it difficult to get things out in the right order. "They're very delicate. Medical instruments, tinctures, and such."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-16 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well." Mr Johanssen wasn't particularly prone to awkwardness, but there was a certain caginess to his tone. "The mail coach was due yesterday, but I'm afraid it never came. The weather, most likely." As if the weather yesterday hadn't been perfectly fine. But he smiled broadly and clapped Amamiya companionably on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr Amamiya, I'm sure he'll be by as soon as the roads clear up."
someguywithglasses: (chat)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-18 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Right, the weather. Is it always like that?" On and off, Amamiya meant, though he failed to specify.

"I suppose I'll just have to wait, then. THank you."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-22 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"The winters here can be unpredictable," Johanssen says sagely, nodding, and with his hand still on the younger man's shoulder, tried to guide him as smoothly as possible towards the bar. "Though this is unusual, even here. A particularly bad storm. You'll want to stay inside a while, warm up... Why don't I fetch you some mulled cider, to start off with? Speciality of the house. My family have brewed it for five hundred years."