Fort Nowhere
Who: Rain, open to anyone and/or everyone in the fort
Where: um. the fort
When: the fairly early morning time
Rain had put up with a lot. Heart attack. Isolation. House burning down. Everett being gone. Body bits in the lake. Lina gone. Dave gone, probably with Lina. This, though, kind of sort of maybe took the bloody cake. Because apparently life wasn't complete without a re-creation of a fort complete with clothing that, very unfortunately, came with ruffles. Rain was not a 'ruffle' type of person. But they were reasonably comfortable, even if she didn't want to admit it.
Still, wandering around a bit had led her to find that she wasn't alone, apparently. And there were horses, and more house stuff where the guys were apparently living. So, in the interest of not being completely lonely and to share the discovery of horses, Rain went around knocking on people's doors, the area with the guy's names on the doors first because they were closer. Least they could do was get the hell up to share her disgruntlement.
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So lemme get this straight. First they got someone to drag my fat ass into a tent, now someone actually got me into a bed? Not that Andre had minded of course. He liked beds a lot better than sleeping on the ground. He'd been up long enough to explore his new quarters, though, and find the clothes that seemed to be tailored just for him. A bit old-fashioned, maybe, but still a very nice suit. He'd gotten everything but the tie on- it was one of those Colonel Sanders bow ties, and he couldn't quite get the hang of it, so he ended up sticking it in his pocket. Style aside, he was happy to have nice, clean clothes that covered him up. He'd been starting to get a little self-conscious about his man-breasts.
"Well, cowboy, if this is how it's gonna be now, might as well go with it," Andre said to himself. "Wild Wild West it is. Be nice if Salma Hayek was around though." There didn't seem to be any danger right now- no wolves, thank God, just a smell he recognized but couldn't quite place. It smelled better than dead body at least. He'd just put his hat on when someone knocked on his door. Straightening his lapels, he opened the door enough to see- "Ho-lee shit. It's Little House on the Prairie."
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"Yeah. Welcome to the 1800's or something. Don't talk like that to ladies, whatever. Hi, I'm Rain. Apparently I'm sleeping over there." Rain pointed out her 'house'. "Wanna give me a hand waking everyone else? I figure we'll find everything we need faster if we've got a few people helping out at once." She paused, and scratched the back of her neck. "At the very least we should figure out why we were separated from the main group." Because if this is the kind of shit they pull with the people they usually remove...
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"What do you mean separated?" Andre's demeanor got immediately more serious. He'd assumed that they'd all been moved here, not just certain people. "Ain't everybody here yet?" He stepped out into the barn- immediately figuring out what the smell was. Horseshit. "Huh. We got horses." He looked around and saw four other doors besides his own, each with names on them. "Andre... that's me, by the way, Miz Rain... Adam... Conor..." He rolled his eyes a little at that one. "Cortez... Davis." He rechecked, just to make sure he'd read everything correctly. "You sure the rest of the group ain't here somewhere?"
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"You haven't been outside yet. There's just not enough building space, and if all of us are assigned bedrooms, I really doubt that they'd just pick and choose people to sleep outside. As a matter of fact, there is no one else outside, at least not when I went out there." Rain ticked off on her fingers. "...on the plus side, there's a house with a kitchen and things. That's where us ladies are at. And we don't have horses where we live. Anyway, we can try for a sort-of meeting in the dining room soon, if you wanna get the boys up, and I can go get the girls."
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"I think I can manage that," Andre said, distracted by the horses. So either they'd been split up from the rest, or they were the only ones left in the experiment. He was curious which girls were still around. "I guess we'll meet up with ya as soon as we get everyone up and dressed." He tipped his hat to Rain but quickly had to use it to fan in front of his nose as one of the horses farted.
So Rain, having accomplished
So Rain, having accomplished the fairly minor goal of seeing horses (and, she noted, they were very pretty up close, but they had interestingly huge teeth, and Rain was not interested in getting bitten or stepped on or whatever horses did) and waking up Andre, went back to the house. Or House, whichever was more appropriate now, and she took a quick glance around the kitchen before heading for the stairs again to knock on doors of the girls who were around.
Kaori came out of her room
Kaori came out of her room moments later, looking groggy and confused, and slightly irritated. She'd changed into clothes that were there, not particularly enamored with the idea of continuing to run around in her underwear. It all fit, certainly. Well tailored in fact, but...it was still a dress that made her feel like she should be looking around for Laura Ingalls. Looking towards people approaching, she sighed. "Hello, Rain." she greeted.
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It had been great to wake up in a bed. A pretty comfortable bed, too. What had been weird was that she hadn't gone to sleep in a bed, but Laila was (sadly) getting kind of used to that. An extra shot of weirdness had come when she'd opened her eyes to find out that she'd apparently been relocated to a fucking prairie. Or fort-thing. Seriously, what the hell? And all her clothes were, of course, calico and cotton dresses. With ruffles. And WAY more skirt than there really needed to be. Still, if everyone else was going to dress in this crap, Laila didn't want to be the only one still running around in underwear. So she dressed (reluctantly) and opened her door. Minimal exploring turned up Kaori and Rain, similarly dressed.
"Have I ever mentioned I look terrible in calico?" she said in greeting. "Please tell me we're not going to have to recreate Oregon Trail here or anything, because I can't think of many less noble deaths than dying of dysentery."
"You probably look better
"You probably look better than I do," Rain sighed. "Anyway, we're in a fort thing, as far as I can tell - I've already been outside. There's chickens. I could hear them. And there are horses! The guys have their rooms attached to the barn... stable... thing. Where the horses are. We've got a kitchen and dining room." Rain informed Laila and Kaori what little she knew. "There's not many of us here... five or six guys, six of us girls if I'm counting the rooms right. I've already talked to a guy named Andre? We're going to try to have a little meeting in the dining room soon, to see if we can sort out any chores and things. 'cause, yeah. I guess it's sort of redundant after the couple past days, though." Rain rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "Uh... do either of you know how to cook on a wood stove?"
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"I'm certainly...out of place." she said. She did feel out of place. This time period in history...there weren't exactly a lot of her race wandering around. She probably would have felt more comfortable in feudal japanese clothing as opposed to this, not that she was going to admit that any time soon. "A wood stove? I...will have to see. I've never done it before, but that doesn't mean I can't give it a shot." she said. "There's only twelve of us? Possibly eleven?" she asked, frowning. "That's disconcerting."
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Rebekah had woken up very early, and spent what felt like a long time just looking around and getting accustomed to her new surroundings. Not that there was a lot to really look at in the room. She already had clothes on, but they were filthy, so she changed into the ... pioneer dress with all of it's underskirts with some sort of gratitude. The bodice fit her like a glove, which meant that it wasn't quite as baggy as she wanted it to be, though it revealed exactly as much as her normal clothes did. Which was next to nothing. After looking out of the window for a while, she heard other voices and opened the door to step out into the hallway. She didn't say anything to the other women, just stood in front of her door and watched.
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Regaining his dignity, Andre turned and looked at the 5 doors in front of him. He decided the best thing to do was just start knocking on the nearest door and go around. "Yo! People! Wake up! House meeting as soon as possible!" A horse gave him a strange look. "What? Am I too loud for you, Mister Ed?" he said, continuing to bang on doors at random.
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Davis woke up aware of two things. One, it smelled like a barn. Two, someone loud was banging on the door.
After that there came two more realizations. He was in a bed, which wasn't where he'd gone to sleep, and two, he wasn't where he'd fucking gone to sleep.
That might have actually been one realization, but he couldn't be bothered to recount, sitting up groggily and looking around the old-fashioned room with its large, admittedly comfortable bed.
There was nothing normal about this damn place, he decided. And he really fucking hated waking up knowing he'd been moved around without his awareness.
He got up, finding clothes and pulling them on, pausing to examine them curiously and then making his way outside, finding himself, as he'd smelled, in a barn. Complete with two equine heads poking over their stall doors to look at him.
It was strange how comforting something as stupidly familiar as horses could be. He walked over to the nearest and gave him a look-over, scratching the spot behind its jaw most horses liked and watching the animals ears and body language for signs of hostility. "Hey there," he greeted the animal.
He lingered there for a moment, patting the other horse the same way before looking over at the burly man banging at doors. "So. . . are we in the Pony Express? And can I call dibs on being Wyatt Earp?"
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"Sure, if you wanna," Andre said, taking a moment to rub his fist from banging on the doors. "Guess that makes me Sheriff Bart or something, since I'm too old to be Will Smith. Not too many black folk in the old West to choose from. Least ones that wasn't workin' the railroad or something." He watched how Davis was handling the horses. "Say, you really know how to deal with those things, don't ya?" The animals had already seemed to take a liking to him.
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"If they try to hand you a sledgehammer and point you toward the railroad tracks, we'll telegraph the NAACP," Davis told him dryly.
He shrugged, giving the long equine nose a last pat before walking over to Andre, a bit stiff still, as he always was after just waking up. "It's what I did, before I signed up for Purgatory. I trained and rode," he explained simply. "Showjumpers."
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Andre wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he took it as something impressive anyways. "Well, looks like you're gonna have a good ole time then, aren't ya?" He looked back at the doors, noting that no one else had come out yet. He thought about giving them a little longer to get dressed before resuming his pounding.
"Given who put us here -
"Given who put us here - probably not," Davis answered. But having the horses nearby was nice, at least. Even if the rest of this place looked to be straight out of a B-movie Western set.
He gave Andrew a nod. "Going to look around," he offered, and then started stiffly toward the nearby house.
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Cortez had been roused by the knock at his door, dragging himself fitfully from sleep and wondering about the feel of the bed beneath him. Had the house already been rebuilt? Was he back in his room with Hannah, with some small degree of normalcy and sanity to fall back on again? No, of course not.
Sitting bolt upright, Cortez gasped in shock at his astonishment as he rolled from the unfamiliar bed, still clad in the dirty sleep pants he'd been wearing during their camping. He dashed for the door on clumsy feet, stumbling a bit as he yanked it open and shoved his head outside in search of the muted voices he could hear. "Hannah?" he called in bewilderment.
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Andre turned when he heard Cortez's door open. "Good morning," he said. Which one was Hannah? She's the blind Oriental, right? "Doubt she's out here, if she's here at all. Looks like it's just us menfolk out here in the barn. Women are all in the house. So get dressed, we're having a meeting as soon as everyone gets to the kitchen." He looked at the other two doors. Maybe they'd already gotten up. Either way, he was getting antsy to explore the rest of the area. He looked over at Davis. "Well, I'm gonna head up the house. At least we know who's supposed to be out here, if they don't show up."
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"I... she..." Cortez began to jaw at Andre, struggling to wrap his mind around this new situation. "Dressed, yes," he managed at last with a simple nod, looking over to Davis and giving him the same gesture. "My apologies, sirs," Cortez went on, "Our time here grows stranger every day, I see. It can be troubling." That said, he ducked back inside his room and began to rummage around for clothing in a trunk near his bed. Every garment was met with a scowl, but not from displeasure at the fashion. Oh sure, it was rather ugly, and he could tell from the feel alone that it would be far more constrictive than he was used to. But the scowl on his lips was one of anxiousness, and concern. Hannah... be alright, he silently hoped, knowing how little much of the house cared for her. Cortez dressed quickly, smoothing his hair with both hands before moving back into the hall.