[Jaskier trusts Geralt's taste in, well... people. Only considering he has so little time for most of them. And that someone here could catch Geralt's attention despite him being a prisoner -- it's all so mysterious, but also fascinating. How could he not want to know exactly what kind of man made an impression on a Witcher? A few drinks under the guards' nose isn't all it would take.
"Sam" really doesn't tell him much about the man. A room number and a name, and the fact that Geralt, for some reason, trusts him. Trusts him enough to send Jaskier to him, at least.
Enough time in the castle and the town outside it, and Jaskier has learned his way around. He finds the room, and makes to open it after a few knocks. This is important enough, he believes, to not allow himself to be ignored. So after a polite moment, he opens the door and peeks in.]
Ah, hello. [He gives a little wave, stepping in as easily as if he was invited. The politeness only lasts so long when he's so fucking curious.] Sam? Are you Sam? You must be. Surely Geralt mentioned me to you -- or, well, he mentioned you to me. I'm Jaskier, as you must know.
[Because, let's face it. Geralt has one friend here (so far. Jaskier is optimistic.)]
"Sam" really doesn't tell him much about the man. A room number and a name, and the fact that Geralt, for some reason, trusts him. Trusts him enough to send Jaskier to him, at least.
Enough time in the castle and the town outside it, and Jaskier has learned his way around. He finds the room, and makes to open it after a few knocks. This is important enough, he believes, to not allow himself to be ignored. So after a polite moment, he opens the door and peeks in.]
Ah, hello. [He gives a little wave, stepping in as easily as if he was invited. The politeness only lasts so long when he's so fucking curious.] Sam? Are you Sam? You must be. Surely Geralt mentioned me to you -- or, well, he mentioned you to me. I'm Jaskier, as you must know.
[Because, let's face it. Geralt has one friend here (so far. Jaskier is optimistic.)]
[ In line with Julie being excellent at throwing parties, she is also an extremely talented gift-giver. She enjoys coming up with and distributing gifts only slightly less than she enjoys receiving them (she really enjoys receiving them). And though she is from a family of neglectful, white trash alcoholics, they have Midwestern manners ingrained deep. At Christmas, you give everyone around you a gift, that's simply how it is. If you can't afford gifts, you make them. If you can't make them, you write a card and do a favor.
In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby.
Merry Christmas.
- Julie
PS: Godfather II for NYE? ]
In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
Come Christmas morning, a large wicker hamper appears on Sam's front porch. Inside is everything necessary for the most excellent dad barbecuing of one's life, minus only the grill and the meat. There are tools, a monogrammed brand and cutting board (every steak can now read SAM), sauces, rubs, and a single, very large bottle of the most iconic KC BBQ sauce Julie can think of.
On top of the hamper is a folded piece of paper.
Sorry to your grandma, but KC style all the way, baby.
Merry Christmas.
- Julie
PS: Godfather II for NYE? ]
[Left for Sam on the Horizon is a small basket with a nondescript white cloth atop it, and a note.]
Not inclined to celebrate church holidays. Thank you.
-A
[In the basket are a dozen pierogi, the dough perfectly crisped. The filling of choice is jam, but a very specific blueberry bourbon pecan one.]
Not inclined to celebrate church holidays. Thank you.
-A
[In the basket are a dozen pierogi, the dough perfectly crisped. The filling of choice is jam, but a very specific blueberry bourbon pecan one.]
[ Ciri knows Geralt is out for at least the day, possibly two. For once, she isn't here to see Geralt.
As a familiar face, she's quickly allowed up the stairs without question. The landlady says she hasn't seen Sam leave again today, though it's no guarantee. Ciri had considered sending a message, but-- well, she doesn't trust them much, and it had felt somehow. Not enough. She would have liked more than a note or a magical floating letter, herself. It feels like she owes Sam at least this much.
If he doesn't answer the door, she'll leave a message with Magpie. For now, she knocks. ]
As a familiar face, she's quickly allowed up the stairs without question. The landlady says she hasn't seen Sam leave again today, though it's no guarantee. Ciri had considered sending a message, but-- well, she doesn't trust them much, and it had felt somehow. Not enough. She would have liked more than a note or a magical floating letter, herself. It feels like she owes Sam at least this much.
If he doesn't answer the door, she'll leave a message with Magpie. For now, she knocks. ]
Inej has felt a little... lost since arriving in this world. She'd made her way well enough in Solvunn, when she didn't know any of her people were here. Even once she learned of Matthias' presence, she had some sort of purpose toward finding a way to be together again. But the move when Jesper arrived in Cadens, simply as it happened, has brought some strange, conflicting feelings to her attention.
Jesper is a social creature, always prone to making connections wherever he goes, so it is unsurprising that he's already made so many in his short time here. He has projects he's running, both things he's picked up along the way from other people and on his own, with his powers which she wishes she could help more with, but she will always be a cheerleader in his corner about. She wants him to find the faith in himself that she has in him, and if she can find a way to help him get there, she will.
But it doesn't stop there being a sort of... reflection of it against her own sense of purposelessness in this place. She's made her mental maps of the city of Cadens since the end of the summit. She doesn't know it like she knew the streets of Ketterdam, but that sort of automatic knowledge would only come with the passage of time. She knows it well enough, and it leaves her with little else to focus on, suddenly.
Sam has been a beacon in the city since she arrived. He holds the kind of hope and light in himself that Inej tries desperately to keep alive in herself. Sometimes, it's harder than she'd like to admit. She knows that Jesper sees her in a certain way, that all of their friends back home do, because of her religion, because of the way she has fought tooth and nail, blood and bone, to not allow the horrors of the last few years of her life to taint the goodness in her. But it's hard and she's tired, and she's had so many winding months of quiet, of a sort of solace she never could have met in The Barrel, that maybe it's all sort of caught up to her now.
She's perched in the windowsill of Sam's room. Perhaps not the best way to greet someone who doesn't expect to find you there, but she's perfectly still, perfectly harmless. Well. Harmless is a stretch. There is a dagger hidden away, but it isn't as though she plans to use it. She just feels anxious without it. Feels not herself if she does not have at least one blade strapped to her personโ a fact that makes her stomach twist. She has lost so much of the girl she used to be.
Perhaps, at least, he will not be too caught off-guard when he comes into his room to find her perched in the window, the way she always did when she came to report to Kaz.
One leg is draped over the outside edge of the window while the other is tucked up toward her chest. She tears off bits of bread in an attempt to feed the straggler birds not yet stowed away for the night. Some habits, she supposes, aren't so bad to keep.
Jesper is a social creature, always prone to making connections wherever he goes, so it is unsurprising that he's already made so many in his short time here. He has projects he's running, both things he's picked up along the way from other people and on his own, with his powers which she wishes she could help more with, but she will always be a cheerleader in his corner about. She wants him to find the faith in himself that she has in him, and if she can find a way to help him get there, she will.
But it doesn't stop there being a sort of... reflection of it against her own sense of purposelessness in this place. She's made her mental maps of the city of Cadens since the end of the summit. She doesn't know it like she knew the streets of Ketterdam, but that sort of automatic knowledge would only come with the passage of time. She knows it well enough, and it leaves her with little else to focus on, suddenly.
Sam has been a beacon in the city since she arrived. He holds the kind of hope and light in himself that Inej tries desperately to keep alive in herself. Sometimes, it's harder than she'd like to admit. She knows that Jesper sees her in a certain way, that all of their friends back home do, because of her religion, because of the way she has fought tooth and nail, blood and bone, to not allow the horrors of the last few years of her life to taint the goodness in her. But it's hard and she's tired, and she's had so many winding months of quiet, of a sort of solace she never could have met in The Barrel, that maybe it's all sort of caught up to her now.
She's perched in the windowsill of Sam's room. Perhaps not the best way to greet someone who doesn't expect to find you there, but she's perfectly still, perfectly harmless. Well. Harmless is a stretch. There is a dagger hidden away, but it isn't as though she plans to use it. She just feels anxious without it. Feels not herself if she does not have at least one blade strapped to her personโ a fact that makes her stomach twist. She has lost so much of the girl she used to be.
Perhaps, at least, he will not be too caught off-guard when he comes into his room to find her perched in the window, the way she always did when she came to report to Kaz.
(All Saints, she misses him so much it aches).
One leg is draped over the outside edge of the window while the other is tucked up toward her chest. She tears off bits of bread in an attempt to feed the straggler birds not yet stowed away for the night. Some habits, she supposes, aren't so bad to keep.
[Left in Sam's room is a set of two wing hilted daggers dyed red with a sheath for each and a little hook designed to be able to put on a belt. He'll also find that without him knowing a cloak of his was stolen and it is now on the bed with a pattern now embroidered into the back of it of golden wings.
There is a note along with it.]
Thanks for looking out for us and everyone else. We wanted to give you these, no take backs.
PS - Bucky suggested the wings.
-Jesper & Inej
There is a note along with it.]
Thanks for looking out for us and everyone else. We wanted to give you these, no take backs.
PS - Bucky suggested the wings.
-Jesper & Inej
Edited (I apparently can't do links right lol) 2022-04-12 20:44 (UTC)
[ whatever sam is doing, wherever sam may be, he will get a blur of text flash across his vision, apropos of nothing and remarkably un-proofread. ]
oh my god[ and for a time, no further explanation follows. ]
sam
hesback
in cnadens
[when the caravans arrive from their travels to drop off supplies from not-so-far-off lands, certain parcels get pulled away and taken to go through customs. they are not for businesses nor for sale, but for individuals. the fact that they are for summoned individuals raise an eyebrow.
and so, through customs it goes, opened, inspected, and thenโwhen none of the items are deemed as questionableโthey are repackaged and sent to their designated recipients.
sam will find several bottles, soaps, and candles with specific engravings. they're meant to be a protective charm; perhaps not so much for any physical threat, but for when he finds himself in his room, unable to sleep, the scent of the candles may charm his brain into taking a deep, restful nap. should he look over at the engravings, he will notice sigils very similar to the avengers' iconic A, wings, and a star. the bottles, upon closer inspection, he'll find contain moisturizer, creams, and lotions.
there will be no sender, and no letter explaining the parcel's content.]
and so, through customs it goes, opened, inspected, and thenโwhen none of the items are deemed as questionableโthey are repackaged and sent to their designated recipients.
sam will find several bottles, soaps, and candles with specific engravings. they're meant to be a protective charm; perhaps not so much for any physical threat, but for when he finds himself in his room, unable to sleep, the scent of the candles may charm his brain into taking a deep, restful nap. should he look over at the engravings, he will notice sigils very similar to the avengers' iconic A, wings, and a star. the bottles, upon closer inspection, he'll find contain moisturizer, creams, and lotions.
there will be no sender, and no letter explaining the parcel's content.]
[ While it's been only half a week since Steve arrived, he can't help but feel that he's already behind on things. He's still very much at the point of settling in, adjusting to this city much like he'd had to adjust to New York in 2012. The good news being, he has experience, and he's hit the ground running as much as he can.
There are still people he needs to contact, though, those from home who he can't simply wander up on in the Sarstina Inn. Steve's gathered that Sam is normally a near-constant presence there, but he's gone out on some important, top-secret trip into the desert. Without his wings, given that they're brought here with not even clothes on their back, though apparently Tony's working on something.
On top of being curious about that and wanting to catch up, Steve also simply needs to let Sam know that he's here. Apparently Sam's been here the longest out of all of them and he clearly has things well in hand, but it's better to check in sooner rather than later.
Steve's had the long-distance form of contact explained to him by now. No device required, they simply think out the message and who it should go to and receive written messages in return, pasted over their environment. He practiced with Tony a few times. It's far closer to magic than what he's personally used to, but he'll have to get the hang of it.
So, here goes. While seated in his current room at the inn, he tests the waters, sending a thought out into the ether. Toward Sam, wherever he may be. ]
There are still people he needs to contact, though, those from home who he can't simply wander up on in the Sarstina Inn. Steve's gathered that Sam is normally a near-constant presence there, but he's gone out on some important, top-secret trip into the desert. Without his wings, given that they're brought here with not even clothes on their back, though apparently Tony's working on something.
On top of being curious about that and wanting to catch up, Steve also simply needs to let Sam know that he's here. Apparently Sam's been here the longest out of all of them and he clearly has things well in hand, but it's better to check in sooner rather than later.
Steve's had the long-distance form of contact explained to him by now. No device required, they simply think out the message and who it should go to and receive written messages in return, pasted over their environment. He practiced with Tony a few times. It's far closer to magic than what he's personally used to, but he'll have to get the hang of it.
So, here goes. While seated in his current room at the inn, he tests the waters, sending a thought out into the ether. Toward Sam, wherever he may be. ]
Sam? It's Steve. I know you're not in Cadens right now, but I was brought in a few days ago and figured you would want to know.
Get back to me when you can. I know you're in the middle of things.
maybe we should meet
I have something I need to discuss with you
and your team of similarly-abled individuals(?)
I have something I need to discuss with you
and your team of similarly-abled individuals(?)
What's the deal with Stark? Wanda told me I can't hurt him or melt his clothes, but I feel like I should. He upset her.
[ it had been a few days. a few long days, since geralt had come back with sam's unconscious body in tow and it had, admittedly, been no time for questions. no time to ask about what happened, really and while geralt provided some sort of vagaries, enough to placate peter's incessant panic, it had left too many unanswered questions.
when things had finally settled enough — after sam had time to heal, and after peter had slept for what felt like days after his participation in the free cities' intervention efforts, headache finally letting up, that was when peter found himself drifting back through sam's apartment, seeking him out, to check in.
geralt hadn't shared much else after that; only that he was injured in his dream and that sam healed him. only that they went looking for something out there in the desert.
not for the first time, peter had been struck with a suffocating sort of feeling — one the waking nightmares from days before had been quick to twist, to sharpen out despite his best efforts to shake them. powerlessness. he had to help, he wanted to, he had a responsibility to. can't help but think, in the way that a restless mind tends to spiral, that if he'd been there, if he knew how to help more, then maybe things would have gone differently.
its a self-centered thought, but maybe people like them — given great power — are cursed by this inevitability. by the what-ifs of their involvement.
he isn't sure what exactly his intention is, other than to make sure sam is okay. sam, who has so many people here that care for him. sam, who cares, who always leaves him meals that he remembers to eat at 2:30 am. sam, who peter wishes would rely on him just a little bit more, because he doesn't need to take care of everyone alone.
pot, meet kettle.
peter's knuckles rasp on a surface he passed by. ] Sam? Hey, it's Peter! Do you have a second?
when things had finally settled enough — after sam had time to heal, and after peter had slept for what felt like days after his participation in the free cities' intervention efforts, headache finally letting up, that was when peter found himself drifting back through sam's apartment, seeking him out, to check in.
geralt hadn't shared much else after that; only that he was injured in his dream and that sam healed him. only that they went looking for something out there in the desert.
not for the first time, peter had been struck with a suffocating sort of feeling — one the waking nightmares from days before had been quick to twist, to sharpen out despite his best efforts to shake them. powerlessness. he had to help, he wanted to, he had a responsibility to. can't help but think, in the way that a restless mind tends to spiral, that if he'd been there, if he knew how to help more, then maybe things would have gone differently.
its a self-centered thought, but maybe people like them — given great power — are cursed by this inevitability. by the what-ifs of their involvement.
he isn't sure what exactly his intention is, other than to make sure sam is okay. sam, who has so many people here that care for him. sam, who cares, who always leaves him meals that he remembers to eat at 2:30 am. sam, who peter wishes would rely on him just a little bit more, because he doesn't need to take care of everyone alone.
pot, meet kettle.
peter's knuckles rasp on a surface he passed by. ] Sam? Hey, it's Peter! Do you have a second?
Sam,
I'm pretty sure Tony's gone. I gave it a day but there's been no sign of him, and if I try to send him a message the way I'm sending you this now, it's like there's some kind of block.
[ That's all Steve sends for now. Just to get it out there, so that he isn't the only one who knows. This is what he'd worried about from the moment he met Tony here in Abraxas, and it's almost like after Peter took off, he had to follow suit.
There's no getting around it, though — the knowledge that he's returned to a grave. ]
I'm pretty sure Tony's gone. I gave it a day but there's been no sign of him, and if I try to send him a message the way I'm sending you this now, it's like there's some kind of block.
[ That's all Steve sends for now. Just to get it out there, so that he isn't the only one who knows. This is what he'd worried about from the moment he met Tony here in Abraxas, and it's almost like after Peter took off, he had to follow suit.
There's no getting around it, though — the knowledge that he's returned to a grave. ]
[ It hadn't taken long to pick up that something was going on in the castle and she's quick to reach out to the others. ]
Hey, are you guys okay over there? Have you noticed anything weird going on?
Hey, are you guys okay over there? Have you noticed anything weird going on?
On the search team, before they've gotten the group together
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itookashot
2023-04-03 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesper promised the other Sam he would help inform people of what happened so he doesn't have to tell the news over and over again. It doesn't make it easy. He feels like shit already about this, but they don't have the time to grieve out here on a mountain. Still, he should know before they go back.]
Sam.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to spit it out.
Dean's dead. His brother just told me.
Sam.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to spit it out.
Dean's dead. His brother just told me.
If you're not busy, I'd like to talk to you about an idea I had.
[Sam is one of the most important people she's met in her time in this world, and she would never keep him in the dark for such a project as the one she's considering. If anyone might be able to help it see the light of day, it's him.]
Edited 2023-04-13 19:39 (UTC)
Sam. Tell me you're well. How are the conditions in your cities?
The things I've been fighting are worse than much of anything we saw a few moons past.
The things I've been fighting are worse than much of anything we saw a few moons past.
โ november | some time after the sarstina renovations
theidlemaiden
2023-11-03 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once the dust has (literally) settled after the renovations, Hilda makes a very serious point to book an appointment with Sam. Not that she's ever had to before or that he's the sort of person who needs to be seen with an appointment. In fact, she's certain that he'd hate it. It's not as if had a secretary of any sort and even if he did, she wouldn't have bothered making one anyway. But with all the paperwork and shoulder rubbing he'd been doing for their little Red Path restoration project lately she figures it'd be a fun little way to tease him while in a roundabout way, be respectful of his time.
Before she arrives she sends a Very Formal note to him via their helpful little mind message - ]
Before she arrives she sends a Very Formal note to him via their helpful little mind message - ]
๐๐ณ. ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ,[ At exactly half past the hour a dainty little knock will signal her arrival at his door and when he opens the door, he'll see Hilda with a very large rectangular package floating gently behind her. Don't look too closely at her smile. There's absolutely nothing to be suspicious about. ]
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ. ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ.
- ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ
[the package is left for sam at the sarstina, under the care of mag. it is wrapped in plain brown paper, tied with yellow-dyed twine and adorned with a sprig of flowering fennel. inside is a simple yet elegant dagger and sheath, expertly made, along with a note in a flowing script:]
For one who always keeps the light burning.
-Diana
For one who always keeps the light burning.
-Diana
[the package is non-descript, but it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible. it's been checked through, tied up back into its box after the fact. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions. this would already spell out who it is from, if a similar package has been received, in the past.
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a pair of boots. who is to say sam ever stops moving? he might be due new shoes.
a small note sits under the box.]
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a pair of boots. who is to say sam ever stops moving? he might be due new shoes.
a small note sits under the box.]
Happy Winter Solstice.
๐ฆanda ๐aximoff
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