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simdertalia · 7 months ago

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🌺🌴 ACNH Paradise Planning Set: Part 1 🌴🌺

All the items you'll need to recreate The upstairs of the Paradise Planning office in your TS4 game. Most items came with only 1 swatch each. There are lots of items that I added extra swatches for. *See bottom of item list for links to the handful of items that have already been made in other sets. Set 2 coming very soon!

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 67 items

💡As always, turning the brightness down on my functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender. I am trying to figure the issue out.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

I hope you enjoy! ☺️ Download below, all in a zip file or pick & choose!

Build: -Floors Wood | 1 swatches | Wood -Walls Plaster | 2 swatches | Paint

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As always, please let me know if you have any issues!

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 9 months ago

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2. "Okay. Ready." (Proceed.)

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

"Two…"

"One..."

"Mute disengaged." She lifts her hand from the keyboard. Complete silence fills the room.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] - No wind outside. No waves. No floorboards creaking. Total, continuous silence. This is... unnatural.

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - The woman looks around. In the silence, you see dust move on the floorboards. The driver of the speaker vibrates in the air and then stops. Plasterwork begins to crumble down the walls...

In the silence, a low hum starts creeping up your spine. It's a song inside you -- not in the speakers, not in the room. A great bass sigh in the basement of your mind. Slowly it builds, until the air around you starts to vibrate.

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - It will devour everything.

INLAND EMPIRE [Trival: Success] - The floorboards. The glass. The streets and the people. Nothing will remain.

ANDRE - "Guys, what's going on?" There's alarm in the man's voice, as he steps back to scan the surroundings. A slight rattle like crystal clattering in the cupboard fills the air, joining the chorus.

NOID - "It's getting louder..." says Noid, his eyes riveted on the strange circle of water basins.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - In the basins -- the water looks like it's *boiling*.

EGG HEAD - "HOSIANNAH! MOTHER OF MEGA!" You hear Egg Head yell -- then something else, but his voice is growing faint...

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - In his mind, a tidal wave approaching from afar, swallowing entire coastlines on its way... salvation.

"Hey, uh, what's that weird rattling sound...?"

"It was… it was *in* me at first…"

"I've never heard anything this hard core in my life!"

EGG HEAD - "The BEAUTY AND THE BEAT! The future of dance, PLANETARY!"

ACELE - "No, Egg! It's the window." The glass shards around Dolores Dei's vacant heart appear to be vibrating from the sound. It almost looks as if she's alive.

KIM KITSURAGI - In the corner of your eye, the lieutenant steps aside cautiously, his eyes searching for a possible evacuation route.

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "The window is going to come down. NO, THE ROOF..." She looks up. A screech fills the air, a scream of wood and nails -- the pillars of the church twist and creak above and around you.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Cracks appear on the stained glass window. Cracks run up the wooden pillars in the dark...

EGG HEAD - "COME DOWN TO US! LOVE!"

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - It's shaking the building's foundation. The floor twists...

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - A great PULSE arises in your flesh...

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "That's it, I'm muting it!" She reaches for the keyboard...

"OH, I WANT TO DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!" (Start tapping your foot.)

"Yeah, we should stop. Soona, mute it!"

"Everybody, don't panic, it's beautiful!"

EGG HEAD - "OH, I WANT TO FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY!"

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Shit, it doesn't stop!" The woman is furiously pressing down on her keyboard -- but the sound doesn't stop. "Acele, have you...?"

ACELE - "Yes, I've turned it off!" She yells, holding the contact mic in her hand.

"Andre, pull the compressor! The place is gonna come down..."

ANDRE - "Fuck..." Andre frantically smashes buttons. "I can't shut it up, the signal's passed... It's not *in* here! It's..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - In the mixing desk now. Building into a positive feedback loop.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Trivial: Success] - THIS IS IT. A great roar, the vault of the roof twists above you, glass shatters somewhere near the door... it's coming down.

"Egg Head! It's in the desk!"

"Egg Head -- whatever you do, don't stop it!"

EGG HEAD - And then it stops. Totally and utterly -- as if there never was a sound. Only your ears still ring from the shock. Everybody is staring at Egg Head -- holding a dangling cable in his hand. A black three-pin connector.

ACELE - "Egg..."

EGG HEAD - "I pulled the plug," he says, calmly. "It was getting *too* hard core."

ANDRE - "You did good, Egg..." Andre breathes a sigh of relief and inspects the window. "Most of the place seems to be intact. Fucking L... Programmer-lady, tell me you were recording that!"

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Four years..." the woman whispers. "Twenty two people, millions of reáls... All that time *this* is what we were up against? Just erased it..." Her lip trembles. "Sulisław isn't gonna believe this."

ANDRE - "Yeah, but did you record it though? It was dope, I think we can use it."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Yes, Andre." She composes herself -- wipes the dust off her sweater and rests her hands on the keyboard. "I recorded it. Damn, I need to send some letters now..."

"Thank you all for doing this. Egg Man, you too. And you, officer." She turns to you. "I don't know *what* we've discovered, but I know what it sounds like now. That's a start."

"Kim, did *you* hear that?"

"What *was* that? I've never heard anything like that."

"You're going to write Sulisław?"

"What happens now. Are you going to..." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "It was *very* hard not to. I think you're right," he turns to the woman. "There *is* something going on here -- and you need to be *very* careful with it."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "I promise, officer. We will *not* play it again."

2. "What *was* that? I've never heard anything like that."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "It was mathematical information -- from the anomaly -- presented as a waveform. That's what it was *technically* -- theoretically..." She shakes her head.

"I have no idea. I've never even heard of anything like this."

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] - Her voice seems muffled in the silent church. It's your ears adjusting after the exposure.

3. "You're going to write Sulisław?"

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Yes. Our lead designer. And maybe some of the producers too. And some of the writers, if they're sober enough to open a transmission. They need to hear..."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - That it wasn't her fault. Or theirs.

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "They need to hear about this. Don't worry, I won't send the recording -- although I doubt they have the speakers to produce the frequency anyway..."

4. "What happens now. Are you going to..." (Conclude.)

🎵 Protorave

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Stay here," she cuts you off, her deft fingers already on the keyboard. "I am going to stay here with these lunatics, send letters, maybe meet Sulisław... Also devise further measurements."

Task complete: Help Soona with her project

+70 XP

Level up!

ANDRE - "I want you to know that's totally chill with us."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "I don't care," she blurts, then reconsiders: "But thank you anyway."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - That's the best she can manage for Andre. It's quite a lot, in truth. For her, at least.

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Now..." Her hands move on the keyboard. "I have a theory to come up with. *Some* kind of preliminary explanation to all this, or the letter will sound like I've lost my mind..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. And we have to get back to stabilizing Martinaise..." He breathes out, trying to shake off tension. "Instead of demolishing it with loud bass noise of unknown origins."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - Some tiny hard thing lets go in your stomach. You're still alive.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - You have an explanation for all this. Somewhere deep in you -- you *know*. The person you *were* knows.

[Logic - Godly 19] Form a theory on the two-millimetre hole in the world.

+1 Heard of Doomed Commercial Area. +1 Investigated Doomed Commercial Area. +2 Heard of Motorway South. +2 Motorway South complete. +2 Cop of the Apocalypse.

LOGIC [Godly: Success] - You don't have to. You already *have*. A long time ago.

Wait... *how*?

"Soona, it is the origin point of the pale."

LOGIC - These thoughts formed in you somewhere, in a long forgotten discussion. Behind a kitchen table, in the evening light.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Drinking coffee and smoking. With a friend.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - And a woman, she was there too. Her hair smelled of shampoo and she was smoking.

"Soona, it is the origin point of the pale."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "What?"

"The swallow -- it's how it starts. It's baby pale."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "But..." She looks up, and there's fear in her eyes as she considers the possibility. "But pale isn't here. We're thousands of kilometres from the edge."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - That comforts her.

"No." (Look up first.) "We are twenty metres from the *very* edge."

"The pale is only an effect. A transition between the world -- and *that*."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - She looks up into the darkness under the nave, then back at you.

"The pale is only an effect. A transition between the world -- and *that*."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Then... what *is* that?"

LOGIC - It's nothing. No... it's *less* than nothing. No...

"It's *less than less than nothing*. The final rest state for reality. Imagine if all this..." (Spread your hands.) "*Never was.*"

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Then the pale is..."

"Simply a gradient."

"Simply… *curdling milk*."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "But the milk -- it clearly hasn't started curdling yet. We're here and the pale is not."

"One day, when it's larger, it will be."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "I understand..." She closes her eyes. "A theory of the pale where instead of an *outer ocean* it metastasises -- like a cancer or a mould -- erupting in points *inside* the world."

(Nod.) "*This* is one of those places."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - She's silent for a second. Then she opens her mouth. "According to this -- how long..."

"…until it starts *swallowing*? It's already started. Starting with sound."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "And information," she nods. "Causing data losses in the East-Insulindian front. Have you considered why it's formed in a church? And, also, *when* or *how* it might start growing? Or -- if it has other effects? In addition to sound and data..."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - An intellectual hunger fills her now, casting fear aside.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I also have a question -- since we're piling them on. How do *you* know this? I'm not doubting you," he explains, "I'm simply curious as to how a detective of the RCM..."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - ... knows how to think this?

"It didn't form in a church, the church formed around it."

"All the failed businesses in the Doomed Commercial Area. All the failure in Martinaise..."

"Tiago -- under the roof -- he said he's circling the spot, like a saeraff. He seemed to have lost his mind."

"I think I've had this thought before. That's how I know."

(Conclude.) "One day all the world will be like that two-millimetre hole."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "Of course! A pinewood sarcophagus, or a..." She looks for words. "A containment facility of some kind, built by the first settlers."

"Yes. Acting on an instinctual level. Or religious practices we've forgotten."

"*Or* it can be a coincidence."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "I have considered the same. The bad news is -- there were *seven* pinewood churches built in the first decade of Revachol's settlement."

"Most of them were burnt down during the Revolution, or re-purposed before, during the Suzerain. I'm not saying *all* of them have one in them, but.."

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - Some of them might. A black grain, hanging in the air...

2. "All the failed businesses in the Doomed Commercial Area. All the failure in Martinaise..."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "You think the presence of that *puncture* has somehow... influenced the outcome of events here? Even, say, software development?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - She already made up her mind when she heard it. Some kind of great and uncaring force had to play a part... it wasn't *only* them.

"Yes. Even the Revolution was defeated here. I mean a kind of... entroponetic history."

"All the failed businesses and ideologies -- there's something *wrong* here."

"No. We're reaching. People fail on their own."

SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - "I told the producers we need to go and move to a normal office building, with amenities. But no -- the artists like the *milieu*. The writers like the *history*..." She shakes her head. "I told them."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #soona luukanen kilde #acele #andre #noid #egg head

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nearest-dearest · 2 years ago

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Sunny (Wally Darling x fem!reader!)

Just a story about a day dreaming girl always in melancholy. Finding her sun in the most quaint little neighborhood. (If you got the references I used in this story let me know 👀.)

(Y/n) three prizes so far. That means there's a lot more to find. At least that's what she assumes. The world she travels to is quite vast, they say that the world is small, but people really under estimate how much a single world can keep some people from seeing each other again. And it's not uncommon for objects that got lost during an adventure to be never found again. Unless you look a little closer to places where you would last look for it. But (Y/n) found no urgency in collecting all the prizes, she just wants to explore and see what this world has to offer. But that will have to wait, for (Y/n) found herself opening her eyes once more. The world turns into her small little room, with the sun rays peeking though the curtains of the window.

She's awake. . .

And she has a story to write.

The neighborhood is as warm and peaceful as it always is. The residents began to emerge from their sleep. Julie Joyful starts her morning off by giving Frank Frankly a surprise visit to rattle on about a new game she had created. Eddie started sorting out mails and letters to be delivered, Howdy Pillar gets his store ready for the day and the rest start off their morning with a cup of coffee. Such resident includes the neighborhood painter, Wally Darling. As he waits for inspirations to come to mind, he caught a peculiar sight outside his window.

(Y/n), dressed in a lovely (F/c) summer dress and carrying her signature leather journal. She must be off to write another story by the woods. Albeit it's a bit too early, but Wally understood. Artists often create art when the inspiration is fresh before they forget.

Speaking of inspiration. One had just came to Wally, and it requires the help of the presence of a certain author. Finishing his cup of coffee, he began to get ready for the day and gather his art supplies.

No matter how (Y/n) thinks and write away, she couldn't get that image out of her head. The way the blonde girl turned into a strange dark creature, (Y/n) already doodled the strange creature on her journal, and it did nothing to calm her urge to fall asleep and find that house where the blonde girl lived. She needed to see that creature again. So her curiosity can be satisfied. So she could complete her dream journal and eventually, complete her story.

The rustling of the bushes had (Y/n) looking up from her journal. A small dread tugged on her stomach at the prospect of a dangerous woodland creature. Dread into relief quickly took place in (Y/n)'s face when she saw familiar blue hair and a painting easel sticking out of the green background like a sore thumb.

"Howdy Neighbor!" Wally greeted as he got out of the bushes and dusting off any leaves that caught on his lovely hair and clothes.

"Wally! Hello, what brings you here today?" (Y/n) asks as Wally walks over until he's next to you.

"Oh nothing much, just trying to look for inspiration for my paintings. And I thought nature would be the perfect theme."

"Sounds great Wally."

"It does, but I don't know what to paint though."

"What?" (Y/n) looked up from her journal again.

Wally continues "Should I paint flowers? The trees? A rock? Or should I try painting all of them? What do you think neighbor?"

"Hm." (Y/n) pondered for a moment "Maybe you should do all of them in once scenery, it would be nice to see the forest painted."

"Great! Thanks for the suggestion. I'll try painting the scenery before me."

Wally then began, sketching , all while (Y/n) focuses on her writing.

It's always been like this with Wally and (Y/n). With both being artists of different mediums, silence is a given, as focus and patience is needed to complete the project at hand the project at hand. And sometimes basking in a fellow artist's presence is enough. The sound of pen and pencil scribbling tangled with the forest ambience. Wally likens the atmosphere to the first time (Y/n) came to the neighborhood.

A shy demure fellow she was, but after spending time with Julie, (Y/n) slowly but surely, came out of her she'll. Reveling her hobbies and interests, and also began writing stories for the neighborhood. The first time Wally ever got to really know her, was when he got out of his house for the a night time stroll. Why? Because he spotted (Y/n) walking around the neighborhood with nothing but a lantern to guide her way.

Curious as ever, Wally got out and started following (Y/n) was as easy as pie.

"Why so Gloomy neighbor?"

We're the first words he asked when he approached (Y/n). Who's expression is akin to that of a rainy day. Given that though, her carrying an umbrella everyday made some sort of sense, rain or shine, gloomy gray clouds always follow her everywhere she goes. If (Y/n) was a weather, Wally believes that she will be rain. But that was a long time ago, Wally can see that gloominess is still a part of her, but she's now more akin to a cloudy day. Cold, but warmth can still be found.

"Is that a new story you're writing neighbor?"

(Y/n) shook her head "No, it's just a dream journal, I've been getting a lot of strange dreams lately."

"Oh? What kind of dreams?"

(Y/n) shrugs "Just a vast world with a touch of surrealism that is. It's just that there are so much traveling there, and if I were to have those dreams again, at least I where I left off."

Wally laughs a little "Well I hope your endeavors bare fruit. Does it make you happy?"

"Of course! I love traveling new places."

"Then cherish your adventures."

"Don't worry Wally, I will."

At least Wally understood, or rather, at least respect your hobbies. Your old neighbors would've called you silly for it. Wally is just like that, understanding for those around them (Unless it involves apple pie.). Maybe that's why she was completely comfortable with telling him what she said on that night he accompanied her on her walk.

"I'm not really fond of sunny days."

Naturally, Wally wanted to know why. And wanting someone to listen to her problems, (Y/n) says why.

"The sun just irritates my skin, that's all. I was born with sensitive skin, that's why I carry an umbrella at all times."

(Y/n) sighs "I never knew what the warmth of the sun felt like."

And Wally gave you nothing but understanding and support, which was already more than enough for (Y/n).

If only (Y/n) could clarify, if only she can reveal that she finally knows what the warmth of the sun feels like. All thanks to Wally Darling. She started making friends, because of Wally introducing her to the whole neighborhood during a picnic. She started out more despite her condition, thanks to Wally taking her to the forest to gain some inspiration. She started opening up more, thanks to Wally.

They say that the break of dawn can mean a new beginning. Well, (Y/n) finally left the eternal night and into daylight. (Y/n) likens Wally to the sun that shined his bright light, by just being a good friend and neighbor.

Though, you wouldn't caught her saying all of these. Even if you pried her lips open.

All she needed is someone who understands or respect her, and Wally is willing to provide that.

"What's got you smiling (Y/n)?" Wally asks and (Y/n) answers.

"Just thought of a story in my head."

"Is it a funny one?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Awe come on, I can keep a secret."

(Y/n) laughs a little at Wally's attempt to get a sneak peek of the story.

"Sorry Wally, but not today."

Wally will know one day, or maybe he won't. Regardless of what happens, (Y/n) is just glad to have him as a friend.

#welcome home #wally darling #wally x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling x y/n #fanfic #wally darling x reader #open ended #wally darling my beloved

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 9 months ago

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Lifeboat 03: To the Afternoon

[story on Ao3]

Getting a chance to just clean up was amazing. Lana felt much better, even if she had to retreat to the lifeboat while Sesa changed the water in the bigger of the two containers so the young woman could clean her clothes.

There was a bit of a pattern that was forming that Lana noticed as she sat in the improvised tub-pool thing again. The warm water was a comfortable difference to the cold salt water. Sesa was very focused for several hours at a time was what Lana noticed. Fishing actively as Lana kept herself busy. Every half an hour or so Sesa would seem like she remembered Lana and came to check in on her, ask a few questions while sitting on the bench before another pole would start to reel out as it hooked… whatever the things were.

It smelled like fresh cut cedar in the crate. The combination of the familiar earthy scent, being semi enclosed and just feeling far more steady on Sesa’s ship, then when in just the lifeboat on her own. It all helped to settle Lana’s stomach, and overall seasickness that she had been not only able to nibble on the offered food that morning but keep it down.

Lana looked up, reminded of the pictures inside of guitar or violin. Not just a box, as it was so big to her, and with two sun beams it oddly helped. The wood was not weathered and had a dark reddish tone to it. Each corner had support pillars like any crate Lana knew, with thick flat planks making up the walls and floor around her. Letting a bit more filtered light through the gaps.

She definitely did feel safer in this place than that glass water bottle. Lana was pretty sure it was a false sense of security, on some level, but her mind needed to rest from the fear and panic. Not just from Sesa fishing her and the lifeboat but the days of isolation while lost at sea. Lana pulled her legs up in the warm, clean water hugging them as there was only the faint smell of salt from the lifeboat and… the mystery boat.

Sighing, Lana got up and shook herself mostly dry. She was at least feeling clean now after a second bath in the sun warmed water. Her clothes looked about dry now, as they had been in the full sunbeam. A little damp for her leggings and shirt were okay being damp. Her only other set of clothes would be dry too.

Lana paused, hearing Sesa talking but realized it was at whatever she was catching. A bit more confident, Lana walked around the inside walls of the gigantic crate she was in. It was like walking around a massive house or medium-small store space. Just, mostly empty.

At the second pass around, Lana paused beside the other boat. Looking at the colorful patterns painting on the outside. It was about the same size as her lifeboat, only having a true flat bottom and like it had been a big chunk of firewood cut, then carved down into. Three, not so little benches had been wedged inside, very stable it seemed. Lana paused, noticing something that had her climbing inside.

The young woman touched what looked like off white paper, but it felt waxy. Lana found it was like a long poster, but folded up. That wax feeling instead of plastic. She peeked between the folds, frowned at the writing she saw. It almost looked familiar, like seeing where letters were in the wrong place.

It had Lana curious enough to work the wax paper out from under the benches. There were muffled sounds from outside, Sesa firmly distracted by whatever she just hooked. There was an added slot inside the very bottom of this boat. Once finding how the ‘paper’ sat, it slid out relatively easily. Just awkward for size. It was like unfolding a tarp or sign.

Was it a letter?

Lana tilted her head and touched one of the letters. It was like staring at something when drunk or too tipsy, where you sort of recognize it but not. Like the letters were backwards and mixed up.

Lana folded the wax paper back up, not quite able to get it fully back so let it rest in the bottom of the boat. Lana climbed back out, admiring the swirls of colors on the hull, what looked like flowers half her size pressed against the paint, and everything coated with a clear coat of something.

Lana walked back to the massive pile of fabric around her lifeboat. The not so small dish there of the offered food. The ‘bubble cheese’ smelled and tasted like Swiss cheese of all things. It took a bit of work with the use of the knife Lana had, but the cheese was cut down to something far more manageable. Lana nibbled on some, then used a bit of the cheese to scoop the honey substance on a chunk of sourdough bread. It was an odd attempt at a sandwich but filling.

Sesa was coming back and sitting on the bench, the giant woman gasping a bit and giving a low groan as her shadow passed over the crate. Muttering something about getting older as Lana could just see through the few gaps of the planks. “Damned glowtails… that hurt.”

Lana blinked and pulled her legs up, suddenly glad she was in the box-crate if whatever hurt the giant was out there.

“You doing okay in there Bitta?” Sesa asked, there was a pause before she corrected herself. “Lana, right, sorry.”

“I'm…okay…ish.” Lana said, looking up and finding Sesa was shifting to look inside through the open corner space. Thankfully not crowding close but just leaning forward to peer in at an angle without moving too much. Just castling a shadow that dimmed one of the main sunbeams.

“What's going to happen to me?” Lana asked softly.

Sesa must have better hearing then it seemed like, as she sighed. The giant lifted a hand, paused and then moved to rub it on her pants out of sight. She scratched at her head, Sesa's own hair was an interesting shade. More like oxidizing copper with green or blue tint to it.

Not panicking, Lana could see some details much better. Like how Sesa likely had the equivalent of longer hair then Lana's, needing to pull it up and twisted into a simple bun. The copper tinted, work tan was a tattle of how she worked outside.

The golden eyes that look at Lana were eerie though. Like they faintly glowed. It was almost like being watched by a predator, though in this case one that was just curious herself then any aggression. Or hungry.

Thankfully Sesa showed no signs of being hungry, considering the childhood stories of giants. At least not seeing Lana herself as a good source. Lana saw a few times through the gaps that Sesa ate the decapitated heads of the seamonsters the bigger women fished.

Most of the head?

Thinking about it, Sesa took the lower jaw, with more teeth, off the sea monsters and tossed them overboard before eating.

“I've been trying to figure that out too.” Sesa spoke up after a long quiet, Lana looked up to see the giant staring into the middle space. “I… the stories I heard about Bitta, humans, fairies, whatever it is… nothing ever gave clear instructions.”

Sesa looked over again at Lana, thinking. She then looked at her own hands, “Gods, you're so small, even the village would be like a wild land to you. Some idiot might try to… to…”

“Kill me?”

“...if you're lucky.”

“Lovely.” Lana could not help the sarcasm, sitting back against the fabric. Scarf? It was mostly soft at least.

Sesa gave her own dry chuckle back. “Yeah… Well, you can come home with me. I don't have any pets inside, nothing bigger than you. A few flightless birdies in a set area. I like growing small plants and they showed up in the garden a few winters ago.”

“Then what?” Lana asked, resting into the softness. Fiddling with the knots, the scarf was likely very fine knitting or crochet to Sesa. Time and care were put into making it.

“I'm not sure.” Sesa scratched at her neck, thinking. “Admittedly I don't like being around town. People are annoying and stupid most times. I could try and see if the old timers have any stories that would be useful.”

Lana thought about it, with no idea between them or seemed how she got… wherever ‘here’ was. Sesa seemed honest in her shock of Lana, to not know where she came from other than the lifeboat. “Can I trust you?”

Sesa shifted to peer inside the crate she put Lana. Frowning at first then her expression smoothed as if in understanding. “...I hope I could be trusted, you're a talking thing…thing…person? You're taking and aware, just… teeny. I guess some hermit-hunter like me doesn't seem that trustworthy. Not that I have much. Uhh, I don't know how to answer that, Lana. I like animals and plants more than people- but you likely will be nothing like the idiots in town. Being from a different place…”

Sesa gasped, paused, then facepalmed, leaning forward and partly out of sight from inside the crate.

Lana giggled now that the long ramble seemed over. Oddly that word vomit from the giant woman was more reassuring than any smooth words. She was side eyed as Sesa sat back up, but did not say anything more. Lana spoke up with her own sigh, “I like plants more than most people too. That's what I was studying, before…er. Shipwreck.”

Sesa smiled again, looking between her legs at the deck below. “Plants have less drama than people.”

“You would think but sometimes not, more so if something is like a princess fern or carrot seeds. Drama queens, the lot of them.”

The giant woman let out a bark of laughter. Loud enough that it startled Lana, but she could tell it was a genuine sound that blurted out. “Drama queen? HAH! That’s a good way to put it! I’ve never heard of that phrase! Drama queen, and kings. That fits a lot of idiots in town. I like most of the kids though, it's why I net out wish boats when I see them.”

“Wish boat… is that what that thing is?” Lana asked, pointing over at the colorful, flat bottom boat with her whole arm as she was looked at.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought your life raft was at first, then you made the squeaky sounds.” Sesa said, scratching at her scalp again, having an expression of someone making a note to get a shower herself.

“What are wishboats?” Lana asked, worried she might have messed something up by looking at the wax paper.

Sesa looked a bit awkward as she peered through the opening, smiling a bit, “It's… it’s supposed to be a little boat you, or kids, make for Bitta. Good luck fairies, what you are seen as. If a bitta likes it, the boat, you get some of that good luck and if you write a nice note to the bitta, sometimes you get a wish.”

The giant snorted and looked up at the folded sail of her boat, “Some are telling kids nowadays to write what your wish is in the letter. But you’re not supposed to. A wish is for something needed and not wanted. That’s what happens according to the old stories.”

“What does that letter say?” Lana asked, curious despite herself.

“I read it earlier.” Sesa said, those golden eyes looking back in. “The kid was talking about their home. And hoping the bitta that found the wishboat liked it and could fish peacefully off it. ‘Get as much food as they want,’ and something about finding a rainbow. A good note…”

“You sound like you know the, ah, kiddo.” Lana thought about what was mentioned. The way food was mentioned had Lana's attention.

“Know of them,” Sesa said, looking down again at her hand and taking a deeper breath. “I don't know the kids' names. It's a big sister and her little brother, their parents make fabric. The kids walk near my land, I found out they're the ones that leave me little mug-cup cakes sometimes.”

“You look like one of my friends that had an idea they aren't sure about.” Lana noted what she could from her angle. She was rewarded with a level look from golden eyes.

Yet Sesa did not seem upset at all, huffing slightly in amusement. “I suppose. I’ll think about it before getting back to shore.”

“You said, you'll be back on shore when it's dark, or something?” Lana asked, only half remembering what was said a few hours before.

“If I can fill all the other crates, we can go back early,” Sesa leaned forward, there was a loud dragging sound, then something like stabbing. The giant sat back up and held something up higher for Lana to see.

Headless, with what looked like thick fins and once forearms that had been there but were cut off. So the seamonster was more of a… fishy-eel being half prepped for dinner now instead of the likely former horrifying monster it once was. It was a blue-black color of hide with scattered, large purple shined scales that glittered.

“These will keep well in my cold room, and right now I have enough to eat for the next week and a half. If I get some more that I fill things, or start fileting out here to last the month that would be better.” Sesa lowered the half dressed glowtail. She chuckled, “Could trade what I don't eat with the rock crab trappers if I do.”

“You have been eating the things raw?” Lana blinked, then another thought popped up, “How does that not make you sick?”

“Well, it could make some people sick. If they're not used to eating raw.” Sesa considered the question and smiled at Lana, this time letting some of her sharp teeth to the side. “I might be a weird case for what's normal. Had to start eating the unpleasant parts of hunting raw when I was younger. At first it was….easier to eat that, save the fur and sell the rest. I'm just used to it.”

Lana watched as the giant woman lifted the sea monster again, it had to be as long as Sesa's arm. “Is that why you have that pretty metallic tone, highlight, to your skin?”

Sesa almost dropped the thing she had speared with the just as massive knife. Turning to look in the crate where Lana was sitting and could see the momentary flush before Sesa seemed lost in bafflement.

Lana flapped her hands a bit, flustered at herself for blurting that out, “I mean, well, that thingy…has metallic pigments in the scales and if you eat a lot…it shows up in you?”

Sesa smiled at the cute display. Looking at the catch she picked off a larger scale, turning it back and forth. “I… don't know much about that stuff. Maybe? I've only been fishing actively this year for the last month. Abouts, my boat is just small enough that being in the winter storms is a bad idea.”

“Your boat is as big as shipping boats!” Lana paused and then added, “Or most harbors, thinking about it.”

Sesa smiled, an honest expression of amusement at the thought of a Bitta colony’s harbor able to fit in her boat. She finally looked in the crate closer, “You want the water exchanges again?”

“It's okay, I'm…just really tired now.” Lana admitted, sighing to herself. “It's weird feeling something stable under my feet.”

“You can sleep if you want.” Sesa chuckled looking around outside the crate. Before carefully reaching to change out the freshwater, leaving the scale inside on accident. “The birdies haven't shown up yet. So if you want to catch a nap while it's quiet, and I fish, you can Lana. If you've been stuck at sea alone that long, a good nap might help you.”

“You…won't be weird or grappy or something like that?” Lana could not help but asking warrily. Thinking how it was half an illusion of safety in the crate as Sesa could just reach in whenever she wanted to. The young woman watched the giant's face seem to soften a bit.

“I can close the lid if you want me to? It'll make a lot of noise if I open it.” Sesa could understand the want Lana had at a bit more security before sleeping.

“I…would like that. Wait there's no like, giant spiders right?”

“Not on my boat,” Sesa shook her head as she turned to grasp the lid. Even with the bracing line overtop, she could shift the lid. Let it settle carefully instead of bang. “Or can get in, but if you speak up or yell, I can hear you.”

“Really?” Lana asked reflexively, taking in the now dimmer light. The brightness mostly kept out except for the small gaps in the walls.

Sesa chuckled from the outside, just slightly muffled. “Really. Take a nap while you can Lana. I'll be fishing.”

“Okay.” Lana said slowly, part of her not wanting to let her guard down. But with the feeling of being safe from the current scarier outside of her…crate.

The body's desperate need of proper, healing, resting sleep won out over everything. Lana sank back into the semi folded giant scarf to rest. She would just doze, and… and….

Lana's body betrayed her, she was fast asleep curled partly in the knitted fabric.

#omie's writing #gt #Lifeboat story #Lana and Sesa #They try lol #giant tiny #gentle giant

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