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angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela has been around...or rather, she's been around on her farm. It's rather more work than she'd thought it would be at first, and it's been hard to get away.

But she decided that she needed a walk, and so, here's where she ended up. On the Farm, by the lake.

It's been a while since she's been here.

shatteredsylvia.livejournal.com

From one particular radio frequency comes a lot of static - but sometimes, a woman's voice. A British accent is barely distinguishable in the words.

“-- Hello? My name-- via Wy-- Hello? Is anyone--”

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela hasn't precisely been puttin this off. But when you have a bunch of trees, it doesn't pay to rake the leaves too early. At least she doesn't have to bag them...there are plenty of flowerbeds and garden plots to protect with the leaves.

So she's working in the front yard of their home, lining the flower beds that encircle the house with fallen leaves to protect them for the winter. She's got her winter coat on--it's a man's coat, and it falls to her knees--and a hat and scarf she dug out of somewhere, and work gloves.

She keeps eyeing the sky. She really hopes it doesn't snow any time soon.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[ooc: at some point after this...]

Angela comes downstairs with a book, an Ex-Acto knife, and a picture frame, and sits in the kitchen, flipping pages. She's been debating about doing this for some time now and even though she decided for it, she's still not entirely sure if she should really cut the picture of her family out of the book her mother wrote.

It looks as if she's been crying, though she isn't anymore...and she's more at peace than she's been in a long while.

She puts a piece of cardboard underneath the page of the book she's working on and carefully begins cutting out the picture of her family.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela was up at the crack of dawn to tend things at the house and to get to fighting practice. Now practice is over, she's cold and tired, and slightly down. Fall is almost done, winter will be coming and then it will be really, really cold. Besides the fact that she hates the cold, there's the worry about if they have enough to get through the winter.

Thomas would probably tell her not to worry. But she'll worry anyway, so she just won't mention it.

And then there's the sadness because the holidays are coming up and Angela really, really misses her family. If she didn't have Thomas, she hasn't a clue what she would do with herself.

But sometimes, a girl really wants her Mom and Dad, so that's why she's walking home, her hands in her coat pockets and her head down.

Every so often, a tear might just roll down her face.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela's hanging out at the Farm, organizing the small library of documents she's written; how to pamphlets on as many subjects as she could find out about. She's a speedy typist so it wasn't too hard to do them, really. And she likes to type. It's sort of comforting.

She hasn't tried most of the things she's written about, but she has a duplicate library at home. She's fairly certain she could do most of these things. She just hopes she doesn't have to do it terribly soon.

And now she's in the kitchen. Looking for cookies that she didn't bake herself.

transbender.livejournal.com

It had been a rather good day for Thomas.

A certain gentleman had come by his usual drop point, interested in engaging Ouroboros' particular talents. A short walk, about an hours worth of work snaking through vents and cracks, and a job well done. So well done in fact that his most recent customer had given him a bit of a bonus. A bag full of grape seeds, apparently prime for the planting.

Walking home, Thomas had taken the time to plot it out in his head. There was a beautiful expanse of farm land in the rear of his new home that would be wonderful for grapes to flourish, all he'd have to do is some hoeing and digging, and he'd have a fine crop next year.

Which is why when Thomas made his way back to said area, his jaw dropped in astonishment that there was already a crop of grapes waiting for him. Full rows of ready to drop fruit in row after row, just as he'd imagined planting them. "Well." Glancing at the bag of seeds in his hands. "Guess I won't actually need these."

Even as he makes the decison to get rid of the seeds, the field in front of him wavers, fades and vanishes with a sort of popping noise. Thomas stares for a moment, completely confused, before venturing "Huh, guess I do need to plant them after a- Oh, come on!" For now, the grapes are back.

"What the hell is going on here?"

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

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Sonia is resting sulkily on the ground, breathing heavily. (This is pretty much what happens when you have giant second trimester belly. It is still v. annoying.)

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is a very fast typist. She has a small workstation set up at the house with her laptop, a printer and a few reams of paper. Much of this paper has come back in the form of neatly collated booklets, arranged by alphabetized tasks: from Animal Husbandry to Weaving. There are only about fifteen booklets so far, but she has more in the works.

So now she's stocking them in the kitchen, with a small sign that says:

The leftovers from the world won't last forever. Better start reading up on things. If you want anything else researched, please leave a message for Angela Edmunds on the bulletin board. Thanks! Love to all, Angie.

And she heads out to said bulletin board to hang up their new address.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is fairly done with the heavy cleaning. Honestly, the place is not immaculate, it's just neat, dusted, and vacuumed. There has been a lot of washing done and reorganization as well. Now that it's where she wants it, she's done. All things considered, she hasn't been that much of a neat freak. She just really likes to have things in their place.

Plus, she's never lived with anyone before...well, not really. And she wants it to be nice for Thomas.

So now she's sitting on the front porch, drinking water and just looking, with a sort of goofy smile on her face. After all, it's a beautiful day.

Current Mood: cheerful

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

It's late morning and Angela has finished with training for the day. She is tired and sweaty and needs a shower, but she's cooling down and calming down by doing tai chi.

The calming thing isn't working very well. Being here is starting to sink in, and she's really starting to miss her family. And it doesn't help that there's really nowhere that she can cry with no one to see her, there's no privacy at all, and it's really starting to get to her fairly bad.

So while her body moves in fluid lines, her face is full of tension, brow furrowed and eyes squinting in the sunlight.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is in the kitchen, writing, actually copying from a book. It's a rather large book. She borrowed it from the library in town.

She's taking carefully detailed notes about...butchering. Hey, you never know when things are going to get more screwed up, so she's leaving no stone unturned.

Though she is now strongly considering going vegetarian. She's glad she ate before this, because she is so not hungry right now.

And whoever you are, she'd most likely enjoy talking to you.

Or at least thinking of something else.

Current Location: the kitchen at the cooper farm

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is lying out in the sun by the pond. She'd gotten up at the crack of dawn, trained, eaten, and then...well, she just got drowsy. She was at the pond when she did so, and so she's dozing now.

Probably not the best thing for her skin. She does tend to burn. Feel free to wake her up.

wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com

In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.

On the Cooper farm....

Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"

The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"

Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.

Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.

[ooc: Tag one, tag all, but please let me know which one you're tagging!]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Running is a good thing in general. First, it gets you into shape. Second, it gives you a chance to think without too many interruptions. Third, nature. Nature, in general, is also good.

So Angela is running in shorts and a t-shirt with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, thinking about things and communing with nature. She's determined to stay healthy--there were so many things to do, after all.

wasleafonwind.livejournal.com

Wash has discovered the OMG REAL FRUIT growing on the Cooper farm.

He is currently staring at an apple as if it might, at any minute, disappear.

serinusniger

At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is sitting by the lake again, reading. She had a book in her bag when she came here. Oddly enough, it's one of her mother's: Dealing with Unfortunate Circumstances: A Guidebook for Coping by Kim Bauer. It had come out just before she was taken, and she'd intended to read it for a while. No time like the present.

She's not generally one to read self-help. In fact, she's not reading very much of it. She's mostly skimming through the autobiographical part and looking at the pictures. And thinking, mostly.

misterbunny.livejournal.com

So, the Bunny has gotten things set up for a nice little alcohol fueled party. There's an Ipod attached to a boombox for music, a nice cleared spot for dancing, some hijacked foods for eating, and, of course, the booze.

The Booze is laid out in row after row of wonderfully full bottles. It starts with the cheap stuff, and gets gradually better. But the good stuff, the long aged, good brewed, never tapped stuff, is in the five barrels the Bunny is currently sitting on. He's got a glass of cheap in front of him, just to start things off right.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted creatures! I give you, booze! But, I am not one to give things away for free. And money ain't worth shit no more. So, instead I ask of you, a simple thing. A joke, a toast, a tale or a song, any two of these, and you can drink all night. All four, and we crack open the casks. Lay on!"

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is starving. Her metabolism goes at about the speed of sound, so food tends to disappear.

There's a kazillion things to do but first things first--gotta eat. So she heads into the kitchen to find stuff. At least it seems to be well stocked.

She could do with some company.

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