Pomni wakes up in the Oak & Iron. She's signed up for a job, but she hasn't felt well enough to start yet, and she hasn't been up to moving into her new apartment. It somehow feels even lonelier than the inn room. She considered asking Ragatha or Jax if she can move in with one of them, but that'd involve picking one, and that's...
Well. That won't really work out.
Dragging herself upstairs, she takes a shower in one of the upper-level baths and brushes her teeth on the way back downstairs. Nabbing her little sending stone pendant from the dresser in her room, she calls Ragatha. "Heyyyy I'm aliiiiive."
There are chores she should be doing. She should have been doing them hours ago. That's what farm life is, early mornings and hard work. But she's a little hungover. And feels a little like she's suffering whiplash.
And still, Pomni's voice on her stone makes her feel just a little bit lighter. "Pomni! I'm— I'm glad to hear it. I'm, ah. Also alive."
"That's good," Pomni murmurs, sounding sluggish, as if moving in slow motion. Maybe she is. "I just wanted to check in. I was with Jax for most of the night, it was---- it was a lot. You doing okay?"
Ragatha glances at her wine-stained fingers and her mouth stitches into a tight line. "...I'm— mostly alright. Obviously it's been... a rough few days."
She shouldn't. Pomni doesn't need to hear most of what was said in that godawful kitchen, or hear how utterly frustrated Ragatha is with someone she— cares about, despite himself. But she also shouldn't leave Pomni to stew on whatever happened during her own visit, either. She'll just... be careful what she says.
"I dunno... wanna go sit on the bluffs? It's a nice view," Pomni offers, shrugging despite not being visible. "I could use some fresh air, I'm not gonna lie."
"Also," Pomni adds, "I'm giving us both permission to look like absolute . I'm getting dressed the bare minimum amount required to be seen by other people and you should, too."
Not like anyone else in town is gonna be doing any better two days after that.
It is a probably-not-normal level of effort to make herself let go of the idea of being perfectly put together to say: "I— am down. Should get me out the door a little faster, ha. All these layers."
...farm clothes, then. They're easy, comfortable, but a little gross-er and the gloves still won't look weird. Right.
"Right, petticoats and corsets and stuff." Ragatha goes the whole nine with that more often than Pomni, who has some dress days but is also perfectly okay with a blouse, waistcoat, and trousers and that's it. "Yeah, no, none of that. Just easy stuff. I'll see you in like... fifteen, twenty minutes."
Ending the call, Pomni drags herself up and puts on a loose button up, suspenders, and slacks. No tie because fuck it. Bundling her hair into her jester hat and kind of wishing she had a beanie, Pomni begins the trek out to the bluffs.
She was right, at least, about the fresh air being good for her. It doesn't really hit her out on the streets, but it catches up when the smell of impending rain meets saltwater. Pomni lets it fill her polygon lungs and feels---- better. Just a little. Like she has the energy to make it to the bluffs.
Plopping down into the grass, she splits her attention between the view of the sea and watching for Ragatha.
She puts the (deceptively simple, for how she had to get the things adjusted) gloves on first, so she can't go forgetting. Then a simple blouse and— overalls, a choice she'll only remember to overthink when she's already half-way to the bluffs and can't turn back. Simple. Functional. Nothing like what she wears when she's not working.
Somehow haphazardly tying back her hair feels sloppier than leaving it loose, so she does that and then— she's out the door. Mind racing faster than her legs can carry her, but she still makes good time.
And there's Pomni. Ragatha slows in the final steps and waves, feeling ridiculous, before she comes to sit beside her.
"...it— is good to see you." It's not even been that long since they were huddled up in Pomni's inn room and yet the hours between feel like years.
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Date: 2026-04-05 12:23 am (UTC)Well. That won't really work out.
Dragging herself upstairs, she takes a shower in one of the upper-level baths and brushes her teeth on the way back downstairs. Nabbing her little sending stone pendant from the dresser in her room, she calls Ragatha. "Heyyyy I'm aliiiiive."
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Date: 2026-04-05 12:51 am (UTC)Ragatha's... not feeling all that much better.
There are chores she should be doing. She should have been doing them hours ago. That's what farm life is, early mornings and hard work. But she's a little hungover. And feels a little like she's suffering whiplash.
And still, Pomni's voice on her stone makes her feel just a little bit lighter. "Pomni! I'm— I'm glad to hear it. I'm, ah. Also alive."
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Date: 2026-04-05 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-04-05 05:32 pm (UTC)Ragatha glances at her wine-stained fingers and her mouth stitches into a tight line. "...I'm— mostly alright. Obviously it's been... a rough few days."
A beat. "I, ah, talked to him too."
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Date: 2026-04-05 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-04-05 09:38 pm (UTC)She shouldn't. Pomni doesn't need to hear most of what was said in that godawful kitchen, or hear how utterly frustrated Ragatha is with someone she— cares about, despite himself. But she also shouldn't leave Pomni to stew on whatever happened during her own visit, either. She'll just... be careful what she says.
And wear gloves.
"Sure. Where uh— where do you want to meet?"
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Date: 2026-04-05 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-04-05 10:47 pm (UTC)"That does sound nice. Alright, we'll go out to the bluffs. I'll meet you out there?"
Proper clothes. Gloves. Maybe chugging some water to beat the last of this ridiculous hangover. She needs to be with it, for this.
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Date: 2026-04-06 01:35 am (UTC)Not like anyone else in town is gonna be doing any better two days after that.
"You down to be a little gross with me?"
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Date: 2026-04-06 01:54 am (UTC)It is a probably-not-normal level of effort to make herself let go of the idea of being perfectly put together to say: "I— am down. Should get me out the door a little faster, ha. All these layers."
...farm clothes, then. They're easy, comfortable, but a little gross-er and the gloves still won't look weird. Right.
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Date: 2026-04-06 02:03 am (UTC)Ending the call, Pomni drags herself up and puts on a loose button up, suspenders, and slacks. No tie because fuck it. Bundling her hair into her jester hat and kind of wishing she had a beanie, Pomni begins the trek out to the bluffs.
She was right, at least, about the fresh air being good for her. It doesn't really hit her out on the streets, but it catches up when the smell of impending rain meets saltwater. Pomni lets it fill her polygon lungs and feels---- better. Just a little. Like she has the energy to make it to the bluffs.
Plopping down into the grass, she splits her attention between the view of the sea and watching for Ragatha.
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Date: 2026-04-06 02:20 am (UTC)She puts the (deceptively simple, for how she had to get the things adjusted) gloves on first, so she can't go forgetting. Then a simple blouse and— overalls, a choice she'll only remember to overthink when she's already half-way to the bluffs and can't turn back. Simple. Functional. Nothing like what she wears when she's not working.
Somehow haphazardly tying back her hair feels sloppier than leaving it loose, so she does that and then— she's out the door. Mind racing faster than her legs can carry her, but she still makes good time.
And there's Pomni. Ragatha slows in the final steps and waves, feeling ridiculous, before she comes to sit beside her.
"...it— is good to see you." It's not even been that long since they were huddled up in Pomni's inn room and yet the hours between feel like years.