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[fuzzbeat]

Who: Harriet and y o u
What: Getting settled in
Where: The dorms, the temple, and the time-honored wildcard
When: First week or so of December
Warnings: Blanket warning for The Magicians in general. Will edit if anything comes up.


1) she had only three ingredients. somehow, she made it work. one woman's quest for a hearty meal

[ College style dining is her life now, huh. What Harriet wouldn't give for a bottle of Worcestershire sauce right now, or some ground spices. Bland food is cruel and unusual punishment.

But here she is, heating up beef stock, canned mushrooms, and red kidney beans in a bid to cook something vaguely tasty. She could go out and buy food, but the monthly stipend isn't enough to sustain a diet that consists of eating out every day. Pragmatism it is.

The pot of soup is big. Maybe she'll share if you ask. Or maybe you have food of your own and are willing to make this an impromptu potluck. ]


2) this easy trick will change your life!

[ At least her magic works here. That one year without was an experience she does not care to repeat, especially not in a strange new place.

Harriet makes a few quick tuts and ends up with a rectangle formed by her thumbs and forefingers. It's through that frame that she looks at the temple, the sphinxes, the ground — everything in the temple's immediate surroundings.

Does it look weird to a non-magician? Yes. Does she care? Nah. But she'll chat about it with anyone who asks, provided they're not The Man or The Man's People. ]


3) wildcard

[ Talk to Harriet in town or wherever seems fun! Hmu at punnyinpink @ plurk if you wanna plot anything out. ]

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[whosthemonsternow]

[South doesn't set out today to follow the smell of food, but, once she catches an almost familiar scent, she can't help it. Hello, she doesn't speak up just yet, just walks uncomfortably close and sniffs hard for a second or three, giving a soft hum as she finally does speak]

What're we eating?

[Wait for a proper invite? Oh please. She's pretty sure it's implied by the scent wafting out for all to smell]

[fuzzbeat]

[ The magic here is incredible. Harriet is used to spells that alert her visually when someone is nearby and talking out of her sight. Here, the magic translates sound into signals her brain can process and interpret as language. It's fascinating, if really, really weird because she's just not used to it. She jumps a little, mumbling sorry out loud before she turns to whoever has joined her in the kitchen. ]

Beef stock, mushrooms, and kidney beans, [ she signs. ] Not much else I could do on a tight budget and limited ingredients.

[ There's nothing in her posture or face that indicates she's not sharing. ]

It's almost ready to eat.

[whosthemonsternow]

[She stares at the signing a second before she blinks to attention. Oh shit-!]

Oh shit- sorry, fuck, that was fucked up, yeah, sorry.

[Whether this place helps with sign language as much as it does with other languages, it wouldn't matter much, it's part of her world to know at least the basics of signing. South is rusty as hell, but she's following along and pops her hands up for proper replies. She might be a fucking asshole, but she's not that much of a bitch, whoops.]

Smells like what they food us in basic

[Rusty, but hey, it gets the point across]

In a positive way

[Her hands are clonky with it, fingers awkward and bulky, but it's something, right?]

[fuzzbeat]

[ Oh god this reminds her of Kady's signing. Harriet wants to tell her to stop, but she powers through and communicates well enough, so hey. Let her keep at it. This is Harriet's language, and it's honestly a relief to find a fellow speaker, even if they're not fluent. ]

I'll take the compliment. [ She smiles. ] My name is Harriet. I'm a new arrival. It's okay if you don't sign much — even without the translation magic here, I can read lips.

Where did you learn sign? It's... rusty.

[ She says it with a wry look on her face, making it clear this is good-natured teasing. ]