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Who: Regulus Black and YOU
What: Catch all, we’ll see where this goes
When: Early June
Where: Wherever Regulus goes
Warnings: None at the moment, but individual threads will include warnings if necessary

[OOC: Individual thread starts for various other threading ideas will be in the comments, if you have an idea for a thread other than the options presented, hmu on plurk or PM to plot.]

Exploring the farmhouse
On one hand, Regulus was grateful to have been rescued from those forest people who’d restricted his movements quite a bit. On the other, they had fed him and given him shelter, and the freedom and what was on the other outside their dwellings wasn’t impressing him much.

A decrepit farmhouse full of rat droppings wouldn’t impress anyone, in Regulus’ opinion.

He found the garden and the study the most interesting parts of the farmhouse, the places he liked the most.

The garden, for the enchantment placed around it to grow the plants. The plants themselves were uninteresting, but the magic around them was interesting. He could read some of them – earth, (wo)man, sun/time, growth, but he had absolutely no intention of touching them, he was smarter about magic than that. But this was a place where magic existed and that was comforting.

The study was interesting for the books, more specifically, the astronomy books. One look at the stars at night and he knew he was not on earth anymore. Where was he specifically? He had no idea. But though he couldn’t read the language used in the books, he recognized the star charts and could now easily pick out the different constellations. It was a puzzle for him to mull over in his copious amounts of spare time.

Visiting the lake
There was nothing unusual about the lake, and this disappointed Regulus. For a week, he’d watched the forest people shout angrily at it and spit at it, and when he’d tried to sate his curiosity as to why, they would just get fluster and shuffle him away from any direct line of sight of the lake.

Clearly that meant that something was hokey about this particular body of half-frozen water.

But it was just a lake.

However, now that Regulus had moved to the farmhouse and his movements were no longer restricted by the forest people, Regulus found himself coming here, standing on the shore or walking along the edge, again and again, like there was a mystery to unravel. He knew the forest people wouldn’t be forthcoming about their secrets, but maybe if he studied the lake, he’d figure something out.

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It was another visit to the lake to find the pieces of the puzzle Regulus was missing.

It was cold as ever, and even with a charm to keep him personally warm, the cold cut deep. He wrapped the furs the forest people had given him around him just a bit tighter, but he insisted on staying out here.

Footsteps behind and to his left made him turn around, and he was relieved to see it was not one of the forest people. Now that he had more of his wits about him, now that he'd recovered a bit mentally from his death and arrival, he had no intention of going back to the forest people.

And yet, he regarded the teen with skepticism because he didn't trust anyone, not even the others Karsa had told him had been taken from other worlds. That was just even more reason not to trust them outright.

It was mid-morning still. "Morning," he said. "Enjoying the lake view?"

The garden was well-tended. Eleven checked in on it every morning to work with whatever needed doing: harvest, replanting, fertilizing, watering, or otherwise offering a touch of his energy to the runes with a few encouraging words for the plants themselves.

He was used to seeing the others around, but this was a new face he didn't recognize.

"Ah, hello," Eleven ventured, glancing up from his place in the dirt. He'd noted the man's interest in the thralling runes and offered a smile. "Interesting magic, isn't it?"

Edited 2021-06-05 19:07 (UTC)

The Grand Army of the Republic was one of the worst things in the galaxy. Army training was a different matter. First thing to do when you found yourself in unknown territory? Get the lay of the land. Figure out what resources and logistics you had on your side, your defensible positions and where to go when you had to leave. Then, build your plans from there.

Certainly helped keep you focused when you had a splitting headache. Stupid concussion.

Resources at their most basic meant food. He'd checked the farmhouse and the buildings around it, running a mental tally on what was available, how many people he saw, how rations could get divvied up.

That meant checking out the crops as well. He had no idea how fast this stuff grew, though. Unfamiliar planet, unfamiliar plants, all that. At least they seemed to have some sort of tech to keep the plot warm enough to--

Wait. Since when did these locals have tech? What were those symbols that other guy was--

"Great. Magic again," he muttered to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Sure. That's a thing now."

Well, whatever. This was happening, whether he liked it or not. That was familiar, at least. He raised his voice to call out to the other person in the garden. "Hey, do you know how that stuff works?"

"It seems so peaceful at daylight, does it not?"

The young man has long black hair, half of it in a neat topknot and the rest spilling down his back, white robes with pale blue cloud motifs, and a white forehead ribbon, and he's holding a sheathed sword in his left hand. He doesn't seem frightened or tense, but he is alert, and his mouth is slightly pursed as he looks at the lake.

"Is... this a joke?" Whoever or whatever powers sought to pull multiple individuals from other spheres truly had a dark and evil humor. They were here without rhyme or reason to stay in close to squalor. The farm house was not the worst Yennefer had ever seen. It was large, yes. Four walls, a roof that stood on for the most part. Vermin? Well, it was a farm. Being here and the smell of hay made her skin want to crawl from the visceral feeling of being in such a place.

She will get over it. She always prevails. But expressing disgust keeps some manner of energy flowing through her, bottling it up could be disastrous.

"We come here and these are our accommodations." Yes, her nose was wrinkled in disgust as she steps further into the property.

After the Merchant’s announcement and the explosion of opinions that had followed, Regulus knew one thing – no matter what skill set everyone brought to this table, there was no consensus and no collective identity to this disparate group.

Regulus was feeling more alone than he had when he’d been taken in by the forest people.

He’d been avoiding Lily since their one meeting because it seemed like the less exhausting option for the both of them. If she stayed out of his way, he’d stay out of hers.

But he sought her out now.

His new morality was an unmoored boat, sail up, but a confused and broken soul at the helm, not knowing where he was going. He honestly didn’t know how he felt about her, but as his preconceived notions from his previous life had been unraveling since the moment he’d decided to turn on Lord Voldemort, it was time to follow the winds of change in this new direction.

He found her in the kitchen. It was now nightfall and the voices tormenting them were at their game. They only made him feel more sure of his choice to seek out Lily.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

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For Five and Regulus to meet

Farmhouse- garden

Garden!

Lake

The Farm House

For Lily Evans