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Johanna Brauers ([personal profile] johannabrauers) wrote2014-06-28 05:18 pm

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There's no internet in the house.

Johanna still hasn't unpacked yet, her car full of the boxes and laundry baskets and suitcases she'd thrown her things into before hitting the road, but she figured that out quickly enough. It's kind of a priority, after all. Getting settled can wait. She thinks it's going to be a long time before this place feels like home, anyway, a house that should be far too large for one person to inhabit by themselves, that she's still not quite sure how she came into possession of. Technically speaking, on paper, sure, it all makes sense. Some old great-aunt died and left her everything. But she'd never so much as heard of the woman before getting a message from her lawyer, let alone met her, and now, suddenly, it's like she's meant to pick up where some stranger left off, stepping into the remnants of a life she doesn't know the first thing about. A small part of her had hoped that she might immediately sense some connection, like finding something that she'd been missing, but she mostly just felt out of place, as if she were an intruder on the property that she has to keep reminding herself belongs to her now.

Of course, it doesn't help that it doesn't seem like anything that would be hers. It's clear that nothing's been done to the place in a long, long time, much of the house in disrepair, and far from organized. Estella must have been some kind of pack rat, with all she held onto. An animal lover, too, based on the five cats that took her by surprise, that she doesn't have the first idea what to do with. And then there's the internet problem. It isn't even a lack of router, something she could fix easily. She's not sure the house is wired for it at all, and if she's going to live here, she refuses to be completely disconnected.

Later, she'll have to call and see about getting that changed. For now, though, she's got her laptop in a messenger bag over her shoulder, heading down the sidewalk. If she's going to live here now, she might as well try to get the lay of the land. Wandering aimlessly only does a person so much good, though, and eventually, at a corner, she stops the first person she sees. "Hi, excuse me," she says, "do you know if there's anywhere around here with free wifi?"
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[personal profile] crownofdaisies 2014-06-29 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I know the Quill has decent wifi," Daisy answers, smiling at the stranger who approaches her. "It's not far from here and they also have excellent food to meet all of your greasy needs."

The woman looks as new as Daisy still feels, bookbag over her shoulder and a look of confusion on her face. Daisy finds herself intrigued, wondering what brought her to Siren Cove in the first place.

"I can show you, if you like?"
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[personal profile] crownofdaisies 2014-06-29 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
"No problem, I'm fairly new here, myself," she explains as they begin to walk, heading in the direction of the Quill. "I do like my coffee though, so I found the cafes easily enough. The Quill is pretty chill."

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[personal profile] unsexy 2014-06-29 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
After a while, Eve gets bored of the music festival. None of the upcoming acts are recognizable to her, and while she did discover a couple of pleasantly surprising unknowns earlier on, she just doesn't have it in her to withstand the crowds for much longer. Plus, her phone's battery finally died, and playing Candy Crush was just about the only thing keeping her entertained through the duller performances.

Not in the mood to head back home just yet, she's wondering where she might head next as she exits the park and crosses the street. Her car is parked in a nearby lot but she decides to start walking in the opposite direction. The festival can't be the only thing happening in town today. Given that she isn't headed anywhere in particular, and is in no hurry, she doesn't mind being stopped as she approaches a corner, even if it is by a complete stranger.

"Um, sure, let's see," she says, scratching her head as she thinks. "There's Quill, if you're alright with the whole coffee shop environment. Or the public library, if you prefer the quiet."

[personal profile] unsexy 2014-07-02 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I think Quill is. I can show you the way, if you want. I'm..." She trails off, trying to find a way of admitting that she doesn't have anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon without making herself look pathetic. There isn't one. "I'm not doing anything right now," is what she finally settles on, trying to shrug it off casually.
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[personal profile] doublethepain 2014-06-29 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Spencer does a double take just to make sure the woman is talking to him and when he realizes they're the only two within conversing distance, he nods. "Actually, yes, the library does." He hasn't seen her before and considering the way things have been going in town lately, he thinks maybe he should be as cautious as he usually is but he's on his way to work anyway--his first day back at work since the incident with Mark and the lighthouse--and he suspects she might be new because he doesn't recognize her face at all.

"I'm headed there now, if you need a guide."
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[personal profile] doublethepain 2014-06-29 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
She seems a bit skeptical, which he thinks is fair because he's not exactly keen on talking to strangers in general most of the time but his boss will at least be pleased if he can get another name for a library card on record. "I work there," he says, by way of explanation she hadn't asked for. He holds up his injured hand, which at least doesn't have a cast on it anymore; the doctors have chosen instead to fix him with some tape and splints, which somehow make the whole thing look worse but he prefers it to the cast.

"First day back and I doubt I'll be of much use with re-shelving so it only seems right to show you the way." The truth is, he'd asked to come back simply because he'd known he can't keep Joel from actually focusing on running his own store for much longer and besides that, the library has always been a place of refuge for him. Now that the safety of his own has been comprised, he'll take the alternative.

He takes a few steps in the right direction, nodding for her to follow. "It's this way. I was going to stop at the Cove Cafe on the way, if you don't mind."

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[personal profile] wakingwakewood 2014-06-29 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, what?" Essie blinks a couple of times before pulling the earbuds out of her ears, letting her precious Floyd fall to the wayside of silence. She tries to smile, but she's emotionally exhausted. Meeting relatives who didn't know you exist until you show up on their doorstep can really take it out on a girl. But at the same time, she's antsy and anxious.

Still, she can't just shove past someone who's obviously bothered enough to stop random strangers.
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[personal profile] wakingwakewood 2014-06-30 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
It made Essie chuckle a little, because of all the people to ask, she wasn't the best choice. "Can't help you, I've only been in town..." She checked her watch, "Nineish hours? Something like that? I'm totally jet-lagged, I was in China yesterday." Running her hand through her hair, she tried to remember exactly how long the plane trip had been, meeting Levi, the whole nine yards of it.

But as she brought her hand down, she jostled her purse and she remembered, "Oh, but I've got thins thing." She opened the large bag and started rummaging around. "It's one of those cell-phone hot-spots, it's got great wifi so long as it has bars. If it's important, I can let you borrow it."

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[personal profile] callmeemily 2014-06-29 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Pokey. That's what she's decided can be used to describe her pace. She's pokey. Because she's not slow - not really, it's not like she's wandering aimlessly or anything. She's also nowhere near quick with the constant click-click of her crutches on the sidewalk.

She looks a fright, too, because one side of her face is a myriad of colors ranging from dark bluish-black to yellow, and she's got a still dark black eye. Still she's readjusting herself when someone says Excuse me and Raleigh looks up and smiles, even if she seems tired. "Yeah - I think the coffee shop has some, and so does the library. She tips her head to the left for the library, because it was only a few blocks away. "Coffee shop's just down the street, there's little bistro tables out in front."
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[personal profile] callmeemily 2014-06-30 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Raleigh makes a face. "Yeah, it's a little hard to figure out where you're going - are you new?" She smiles. "Forgive me for not shaking your hand or anything. Here, com'on, I'll take you by the coffee shop, I was heading that way anyway." She moves ahead, assuming that the woman will follow. "I'm Raleigh, by the way." She's being honest about her name, now - as far as she knows, there's no reason why the hell not to, right? The bad shit that was supposed to happen... it'd happened.

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[personal profile] weatherornot 2014-06-29 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I think there's a coffee shop not too far that has it," Genevieve said.

She was still new enough that she couldn't say for sure what the name was or if it for sure had wifi but even in this town a coffee shop would have wireless, right? The girl must be about as new as she was.

"I can show you where it is, if you want. Probably can't tell you though, still getting used to the town so my directions would be a bit shit."
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[personal profile] weatherornot 2014-06-29 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I think everyone I've met is either pretty new to town or their family has lived here for generations," she said.

Genevieve guessed that she fit both sides of that. While she was new in town her family had roots here for a while, never mind that she didn't really see them all that much. Her mom had been the black sheep of the family.

"And it's not a problem. Who couldn't use another cup frappuccino, right?"

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[personal profile] bachjones 2014-06-29 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Bach had liked the old lady and her cats in a distant way that was mostly interactions fueled by food and money from one side and singing and playing with the cats from the other.

But now she wasn't here anymore and some stranger stepped out and stormed off. Maybe she needed help moving? "Hey! You live here now?"
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[personal profile] bachjones 2014-06-30 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Did the old lady move?" Of course he knows that there is another answer that is more probable, but Bach never liked death. "Do you know her?"

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[personal profile] just_another 2014-06-30 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Though perhaps no longer the recluse he would have one described himself as, Joel's still not used to people speaking to him in the street and the question startles him enough that he drops the scowl he perpetually wears, blinking at the young woman who has spoken to him. He's spent a decade in Siren Cove, he knows a lot of the faces here and she's not familiar. More than that, she doesn't seem to realize she's a mere block from the library, which is where he's headed now anyway, or that she can use the wireless there.

For a second, though, he can't answer, faintly panicked by the thought of having to show her before he crushes that emotion and offers her a nod. "Uh, y-yeah, the... the library. It's not far." There are other places -- not his store, he's made sure to put a password on everything -- but the library is the closest. And if she's new, if she doesn't know where she is in relation to the building, he can't very well just leave her standing here with little else.

"I'm going there now," he says. He's carrying a bag with lunch to share with Spencer and though she can't possibly know what's in the bag of his intentions, he feels his cheeks flushing regardless. "I can show you the way."
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[personal profile] just_another 2014-07-01 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Joel nods in response, shoving his free hand into his pocket simply because he doesn't know what else to do with it. "I was on my way there," he says, though he realizes he's said that already and his flush deepens as he sucks in a breath between his teeth. Being with Spencer has relaxed him in a lot of ways and it's been easier for him to be a little less awkward with the people he already knows, but apparently with strangers he's as uncomfortable as ever.

"You're new in Siren Cove?" he asks, looking down at the sidewalk as he leads her in the direction of the library. He's never sure if the new faces in town are new residents or simply summer tourists. Even some of those he's come to recognize, in particular the ones who come into the store, asking for cheesy books on witchcraft or protective charms he has to mass produce starting in July.

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