networkinthenight | [audio] @silver; Backdated to the fifth [open]

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

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[Youthfulness registers easily, and it prompts warmth enough into Misty's tone in return:]

Nah. They were back in medieval times, plagues are lots of people getting sick. They didn't know as much about medicine as we do - figured smelling bad things meant you were breathing sickness in, had to keep it away with stuff like flowers. Masks with big cones over the noses, so they look birdlike. This is just about smell, though, and these only go over the nose. Bothering you any, the smell?

[People don't seem to have good pasts here, and it doesn't take a genius to presume it might present an issue for some denizens.]

--You're new, I figure? I'm Misty.

Eleven

[No context given, though the implication of a name is surely there. Right?

She's not quite exasperated yet to add 'Yes, it's a name' to anyone just in case.

Besides, Misty is explaining things, and Eleven appreciates that, even if she has trouble understanding what any of it means, truly.]

The smell is bad. Can I have a bird cone... please?

Very pleased to meet you. [It's unusual, worth keeping a pin in, but it translates fine enough.]

And absolutely. Pine or cinnamon, and where might I find you?

[Pine or cinnamon. Forest or baking.

She thinks of Hopper's cabin. Smiles, even though Misty can't see it.]

Pine - please? I'm in the village. Castle Miners.

[Miner's Castle, actually - but she has to think of Castle Buyers at the name.]

[It's an easy enough parcel to carry while still talking, and she's already moving by the time she responds.] Not a long walk, then. Only person on that street, or-? Could meet me on the porch?

I'll be on the porch.

[If Misty has met Nancy and Jonathan, she'll know the cabin. Eleven stands on the porch, hands cupped around her mouth and nose. From the inward bend of her fingers, it looks like she's pinching her nose, too, having found a while ago that breathing through the mouth makes it better. It comes at the downside of dragging the stench over your tongue.

When she sees a woman approaching, Eleven detaches one hand from over her mouth, and waves tentatively.]

[Tragically, Misty's not familiar with any of the crew, but the figure waiting is impossible to miss. The trot that brought her over graduates to a jog until the distance is closed enough she can very promptly offer the mask.]

Pine, as promised. Let me know if it's not enough, I can just add more?

[TOO YOUNG TO BE DEALING WITH ROT-SMELL.]

Thank you.

[Eleven sighs out the words and slips the cone over her nose. It looks cute on her - if vaguely unsettling. A child with a faux-plague doctor mask over her nose and mouth. Truly, a gift.

Large brown eyes blink at Misty owlishly, and Eleven takes a deep breath, then her eyes crinkle with a small smile.]

Much better. Smells like... home.

[Fortunate as Misty is to have some odd ideas as to what qualifies as cute and/or unsettling, El looks wholly precious. It would be impossible to mistake the grin suddenly on her face as anything short of an approving one.]

And that's always a relief to hear. Too many city types around, won't appreciate the right stuff. Where are you from?

[ Eleven remembers the big city, the smell of gasoline and the stars being much dimmer than they are over Hawkins. She'd felt cramped in, truth be told - after the lab, the open skies over and rolling forests surrounding Hawkins had felt better to her than the canyons made of stone and artificial light in the city.

She likes her little cabin that she shares... shared with Hopper. She likes the little cabin she shares with Nancy and Steve here, too. ]

Hawkins, Indiana. A cabin... like this.

Louisiana, myself. Weather much like this in Indiana? I'm still a little in shock, I was so used to the humidity.

[Making conversation comes naturally, always, but feels worth effort here if it comes to it. One must remain accessible under stressful situations, and newcomers ought to have as many olive branches as can be offered.]

Luis... ee-anna.

[ She tries. Oh boy, does she try with that word. ]

Hawkins is... like Beacon, I think. Less dark.

[ She adds that last part earnestly, as if she truly believes that needs mentioning. ]

[The smile and nod Misty meets this attempt with are nothing but encouraging. Difficult background, she guesses, but at any rate clearly not reflecting the younger girl's character.]

I'd hope so!

Big place, or small like here? Don't know that I've heard of any big cities out there, but some can be modest.

[For the moment, she refrains from also asking who has been dressing her, or influencing her taste.]

[ Eleven looks around, as if re-examining the scope of Beacon. ]

Bigger than Beacon. Smaller than Chicago.

[ Another small shrug. It seems that in terms of places to live, Hawkins, Chicago and Beacon are the only ones she knows or has any idea about in terms of scope. ]

Fair.

[Not that she's been to the latter, but it's about how she would expect them all to rank.]

Settled in alright? I'm sorry about the ferry thing, we're not - usually like that. Lapse in judgment of some good people.

I live with... friends. From home.

[ The expression on her face is conflicted. It's good to see familiar faces, makes her feel a little less lost. At the same time, the fact that they're here... Well. ]

Accidents... happen. Sometimes people are... stupid.

[ There's no heat or judgment behind the word. It seems she means stupid more in the sense of 'thoughtless', but maybe doesn't know how to differentiate. ]

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