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silentspringlogs2024-02-07 08:42 am
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Who: Norton Folgate and Open
When: February
Where: Various (Listed under the cut)
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: TDM warnings apply
A. Smoke gets in your eyes: Haven Street
Norton lived through the Blitz, so smoke, checkpoints, andHome Guard civil defense out doesn't strike him as outrageously odd, but it does make him think there's probably something very interesting going on, especially since as far as he's aware, Sweetwater isn't being bombed or under imminent threat of invasion. He'll walk past the checkpoints daily, but doesn't try to cross. He'll strike up conversation with anyone else who might be lingering nearby, however.
And as the week goes on, with access to the market and, more importantly, the local diners cut off, Norton quickly starts to run out of food, or at least out of any food he's capable of making into something. He's never kept much on hand since his cooking skills are meagre at best. So he knocks on his neighbour's door, holding a small basket on his arm. When it opens, he doesn't waste time with pleasantries.
"I've a half cup of sugar, three tomatoes, and and a tin of condensed milk."
B. Everybody's somebody's fool: Marjorie's cocktail party
Norton knows how to dress for a cocktail party and he'll show up in a proper dinner jacket, his hair slicked with pomade. The suit he found in his closet isn't quite the cut he's used to--boxier than what he'd find at a London department store--but he thinks he makes it look good.
He smiles brightly and strikes up conversation with anyone nearby. After two cocktails, he starts to get a bit giggly besides, but his eyes stay sharp.
He's visibly a bit judgmental of people who aren't dressed well, looking them over with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips of disapproval. Just because they're trapped in a suburbia of evil, that's no good reason to be unfashionable. In fact, in a suburbia of evil where fitting in is essential to ones well-being, Norton thinks being fashionable is a survival skill.
C. Don't tell me why, kiss me goodbye: Norton's house
When the telly turns on by itself, Norton pays close attention to what's on the screen. Every strange occurrence is a clue and it's increasingly clear they aren't random. But then the woman's face shifts, becomes the face of a handsome Black man in a fedora and good suit. The sight of him makes Norton inhale sharply in surprise. After the initial shock, his lips thin and his jaw tightens and he refuses to have any further reaction than that.
When: February
Where: Various (Listed under the cut)
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: TDM warnings apply
A. Smoke gets in your eyes: Haven Street
Norton lived through the Blitz, so smoke, checkpoints, and
And as the week goes on, with access to the market and, more importantly, the local diners cut off, Norton quickly starts to run out of food, or at least out of any food he's capable of making into something. He's never kept much on hand since his cooking skills are meagre at best. So he knocks on his neighbour's door, holding a small basket on his arm. When it opens, he doesn't waste time with pleasantries.
"I've a half cup of sugar, three tomatoes, and and a tin of condensed milk."
B. Everybody's somebody's fool: Marjorie's cocktail party
Norton knows how to dress for a cocktail party and he'll show up in a proper dinner jacket, his hair slicked with pomade. The suit he found in his closet isn't quite the cut he's used to--boxier than what he'd find at a London department store--but he thinks he makes it look good.
He smiles brightly and strikes up conversation with anyone nearby. After two cocktails, he starts to get a bit giggly besides, but his eyes stay sharp.
He's visibly a bit judgmental of people who aren't dressed well, looking them over with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips of disapproval. Just because they're trapped in a suburbia of evil, that's no good reason to be unfashionable. In fact, in a suburbia of evil where fitting in is essential to ones well-being, Norton thinks being fashionable is a survival skill.
C. Don't tell me why, kiss me goodbye: Norton's house
When the telly turns on by itself, Norton pays close attention to what's on the screen. Every strange occurrence is a clue and it's increasingly clear they aren't random. But then the woman's face shifts, becomes the face of a handsome Black man in a fedora and good suit. The sight of him makes Norton inhale sharply in surprise. After the initial shock, his lips thin and his jaw tightens and he refuses to have any further reaction than that.
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