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subtleserenity ([personal profile] subtleserenity) wrote in [community profile] thechanged2013-10-06 09:41 pm

Don't Take Your Guns to Town | Day 15 - All Day | Multiple Places | Open

It's time to do something constructive. All she's done for the past few days is destroy. Furniture, tapestries, books... the record player. Everywhere she looks, there is the sign of an unchecked rage. These might be people, and she'd helped to kill them before they even woke in the vain hope that it would somehow undermine Mason. A chair is not a house. And the people she'd threatened, yelled at, frightened, they hadn't deserved any of that either. Time to make amends.

Trinity had mentioned searching in the Grand Hall where the doors went on seemingly forever. Angel had thought perhaps they could check for a study. After learning about those notes the twins had gone through, and finding the burning bullet they need to know more. Much more than might be contained in just the secret Hearth Room. It will likely require more searchers than the last round... and hopefully it would not lead to more memories of being the Keeper's rifle. However useful that had been, it made remembering who she should be all the harder.

Scenario A (For those whom Brimstone menaced or otherwise wronged during the flowers plot)
There are those who need an apology before they can be enlisted. She knows they're likely to be frightened of her or angry. Or both. When she sights one of them, she approaches with caution. Her gun is secure in her holster and she has no intention of removing it as she holds her hands up in a placating gesture. She's not very good with apologies, but she tries.

"Those flowers turned my head somethin' powerful. Didn't mean none of the things I said to you. Name's Brimstone. If there's somethin' I can do to make it right between us, go on and tell me. More interested in allies than enemies, place like this."

Scenario B (For current allies and non-enemy acquaintances)
Then there are those who have not been wronged, or at least not so horribly as others. They are allies or acquaintances she's acquired in dreams and in the waking world. For these she attempts a bit of humor. It might smooth over her own rough edges after been sheered to something raw and wild with those flowers.

"Lookin' to cause trouble that don't involve shootin' the house up. You interested in helpin'? Got a notion at least some of those doors in the Great Hall open if you keep at it long enough."

Scenario C (For those Brimstone has not yet met or might consider enemies)
A beggar can't be a chooser, and there are at least hundreds of doors in the Grand Hall, if not thousands. Brimstone knows the only sensible option is to approach others in the house. There are new faces she's been passing in the halls, seen wandering the Library. There's a chance they may be interested in helping and simply asking the first time had proven there were more than a handful of folk interested in doing something constructive.

She approaches them with a thought that some of them might have come across keys or other helpful items in their scavenging of the house. "Lookin' to trade information and favors if you got a minute to spare. Keeper's got enough secrets in this house to have us lookin' a lifetime or two, but I reckon folks been findin' bits and pieces enough to start askin' the right questions. Few of us mean to find the answers if you're interested in helpin'."
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-10-10 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhhh, him! Yeah, I've met him! You'rre a furriend of his? Then I hope we can be frriends too!" She isn't familiar, not even a little, and the typewriter frowns for a minute. But new friends are valuable too.
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-10-20 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not too long." She resists the urge to sidle in front of the woman and screen her den from sight. That's just leftover weirdness, nothing to do with reality. There's no harm in someone knowing where her den is. As long as she doesn't tell...no! She's not going into that way of thinking again!

"Having somepawdy to look out forr you sounds good, if you'rre worrrried. No one rreally botherrs me back herre, though."
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-10-28 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not so farr! I know who I am, afterr all." And she doesn't have a group like that, where you'd want something to call people. She remembers/wishes...but she doesn't know if it's them, and it's awkward, and it's not like they can move the hearth up here, and she doesn't blame him wanting to be with his otherself. "Brrimstone...it suits you." She looks like the word fits her, like it's printed down the side of her body some way no one else can see.
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-10-31 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Surre! It doesn't botherr me." There's nothing wrong with having things other people call her, while she waits for one that fits juuuust right.
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-11-06 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Opening doors...this would be easier if she knew for sure how much she knows. Most of the time she can't say what she's good at until she's about to try. But so far...

"I'm fairrly strrong, I guess. I'm not going to brreak in a hurrrry. And I can take notes if you need them forr later."
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[personal profile] justbeclaws 2013-11-19 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Of courrse they do," she says, rolling her eyes. "Otherrwise it would be just too easy. Still, I'll do my best!" Her visual memory isn't anything like her verbal memory - she's a typewriter, not a reflected-light-image-duplication-device - but maybe she can write down descriptions.