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Don Draper ([personal profile] selfmadman) wrote in [community profile] asgardeventide2015-01-22 03:41 pm
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[ ooc: Tiny curse! His name'll still show up as Don Draper on the network, but he'll...have no idea who that is. ]
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[personal profile] honouraryfitz 2015-02-07 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
What's different about the smell?

[Rusty's curious, and she can't begin to guess. But she's heard that they sell hot dogs on every street corner in Chicago; maybe he's remembering something like that.

She times her steps with his, never minding the fact that he's brought them to a standstill. It's been a long time since Asgard was new to her, but she can nearly see it through new eyes again, standing there with him. So strange--these days, so colourful--like something out of a fairy tale.]

I guess I'd be going to school. It was spring there--there were new animals at the school farm. Pretty neat, if you have to go.
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[personal profile] selfmadman 2015-02-09 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno. [ Dick says quickly, with a sidelong look at her. He suspects there's a joke at the heart of her question; there's always something. ] My pa's a farmer. [ He feels guilty, remembering the things he'd said to her about Archibald. But it's short lived, a fine thread snapping inside of him that maybe later he'll get to mending.

The thought of spring stirs up something in his expression—wishfulness. ] What animals you got? [ He's picturing goats and chickens. He's never heard of a school farm before, but it seems like a smart way for the school to make a little extra money. ]
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[personal profile] honouraryfitz 2015-02-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. So you probably know 'em all better than I do. [The animals, that is. Rusty likes them a lot--she's such an animal kid--but she didn't exactly grow up on a farm.] Let's see, we've got chickens, some sheep, a milk cow... I think that's all of them.

I know a boy who wants to be a farmer when he grows up. His name's Harry Hatherly. You wouldn't believe how much he swears. [Rusty grins as they turn up towards the Freyr welcome house.] So what do you wanna do? We could watch a movie, or paint, or see if there's any ice cream in the fridge... Actually, we could probably do all of that at once.
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[personal profile] selfmadman 2015-02-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a squirmy half-shrug at the compliment. It's not a big deal: you can't know animals like you can people, and if there's a knack to people it's beyond him. ] There's lots of things to curse. [ He rolls the beginnings of a laugh around in his mouth like a jawbreaker, encouraged by her smile.

Dick stops before they climb the steps to the front door, looking up at the house. Laboriously his expression shifts through disbelief, suspicion, puzzlement. He might as well be thinking out loud. ] Ice cream? [ He asks at last. ]
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[personal profile] honouraryfitz 2015-02-28 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [She grins back.] They're mostly uncursed, though. And we might get some chickens at home. Beatie used to keep 'em, but since...[Her voice hitches.]...Since she died, there haven't been any. [Rusty, Peggy, and Charlie didn't inherit those like they did the house.]

[She opens the door and waves him in where it's warm. He's gotta be freezing in that sweater. And no mittens, and no hat or scarf...] Yeah. Come on, I bet we can find some. [Once they're inside and the door's shut, she leads the way to the kitchen, where the freezer always seems to have plenty of vanilla ice cream for anyone on the search.]
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