2019-05-24 - This Scene Appears In The Scene List
Carver checks his dossier, and begins to put together a pl-
"I told you to stop that."
Right. Sorry.
IC Date: 2019-05-24
OOC Date: 2019-04-10
Location: Gray Harbor/Abandoned Sawmill
Related Scenes: 2019-05-24 - Festival In the Park
Plot: None
Scene Number: 161
Once upon a time, the Addington Sawmill in the midst of Firefly Forest was something to marvel. Now, it is abandoned and dilapidated, forgotten for the more state-of-the-art facility near downtown. Someone long ago put up a chain link fence around the property, but overtime, various holes have been ripped into it so that people can explore the ruins of history. There is a crumbling wall in the western side of the building, and the forest has begun to overtake the facility. In the very center, the giant saw remains, its blade rusted and rotting.
The spring day is cool rather than cold. The sky is a deep, deep violet. The rain, long since bored of falling, has decided to dance upwards in slow lazy spirals.
After ducking behind the Quartz Trinket stall, Alistair Carver found himself back in the abandoned Sawmill. His blackboard, various names and Polaroids scattered and pinned on the surface, stands over in one corner just as he expected it to be. There was at least one more name, and three more Polaroids to be added after his brief bout of what might pass as socializing, so he walked up, tucking his hands in his pockets to find what he was looking fo-
"Would you stop that?"
-r so he... I'm sorry? What?
"Saying everything I'm doing out loud. It's distracting."
Well, how else do you expect to get anything done, man? If I don't say it, you don't do anything. You want both of us to just stay here, motionless, forever?
"Okay-"
He sighed.
"Stopthat. Can you at least do it... Iunno. Quietly? Or something? I've got some proper shit to figure out here, and I can't do it while you're nattering on in my ear like an old nan."
Carver walked up to the blackboard, running his finger across a few of the names he'd chalked on at some point in the past. The words 'Lilith' and 'Gina' both encircled in one corner were soon joined by 'Aidan', the flakes of chalk dust falling along the front of his waistcoat as a resu-
"Oh come ON."
Ugh. What now?
"Really, man? The waistcoat? You just had to get chalk on the waistcoat?"
Of course! It reminds people you're wearing it, and implies that you're standing very close to the board itself. Maybe dropping the idea subconsciously that you're focused very intently on a small section and not taking in the whole picture.
"Was that...
Did you just drop a hint for me?"
I honestly don't know any more. I might have done. This isn't usually how this goes, you know. We're both in untested waters.
"Okay. Pause for a moment. Take a nice deep breath. Okay? Okay. Now, tell me how this ends."
I can't do that. That's not for me to know. That's up to the other players.
"The other what?"
Satisfied he'd at least made some progress into learning the inhabitants of Gray Harbor, Alistair Carver looked at his detailed board with the expression of a man who knew he was doing a good job. Studying it for what felt like hours, and forming plenty of conclusions that set up a few ideas for what he'd do in the future, even though all memory of this moment would fade as soon as he found himself waking up in one of the booths of the Grizzly Den Diner.
"What? No! Hey! You can't just do something like th
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