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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2025 7:54 pm
Sable stretched as she walked into Ground Control before shift, she usually walked in early to hide in a corner to work on whatever poem or drabble was in her head bouncing around. It made the work day go easier when she didn't have that floating around and distracting her.
And it was a lot nicer to be able to jot it down while she could. She had her apron on the seat beside of her and she donned her classic black turtleneck and a pair of flares that passed as acceptable for work.
She was sitting there looking at the drabble on the page as she looked up when the door opened. She was keeping her eye on the time as well so she wasn't "late" for her shift. However, some of what she was writing demanded to be rhymed but the rhyme just wasn't coming out. Sable found that fairly annoying and needed someone who understood the intent of writing this to help her....
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2025 11:54 pm
The fact that Rowan had “retired,” so to speak, from Ground Control didn’t make her enjoy the place any less. If anything, having it as a less constant presence in her life made it feel more like a beacon of stability and something not quite like normalcy but close enough. Passing into the café’s mercifully air conditioned interior she inhaled slightly, absorbing the familiarly bittersweet aroma. As she approached the counter, she caught sight of a former coworker seated before a page full of creativity, though from the look of her she was currently in the throes of frustration that so often accompanied the creative process. With a quick wave, she diverted her path, curiosity getting the better of her. “What are you working on today?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2025 12:27 am
Sable looked up and saw Rowan came into the store and gave a wave before going back to her papers; that was until the other came over. "I'm trying to write a poem but all I get is drabble. I suppose you could say I'm fighting a bit of writers block."
She was looking at the words, some of the words listed out were chicken, stars, rainbows, meteors, eggs, fairies... which were all from recent events and then others that kind of had no rhyme or reason. Like watermelon, cake, bagel, sweet tea, summer, honey, and fire.
She'd scrabbled together some sentences but nothing really fluid or anything that she liked. "Maybe I'm trying too hard?" She asked as she looked at Rowan, "Why not grab a seat, did you order already? I've still got about fifteen minutes before I have to clock in."
She said hoping maybe she could get the other to help her a little bit. After all sometimes having someone to bounce things off of helped her writers block.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 5:50 pm
Rowan wasn’t much of a writer when it came to anything but musical composition, but she knew the pain of creative block all too well. At Sable’s invitation she dropped into the empty seat across from the other woman and examined the page as best she could. The words “chicken” and “egg” drew her eye immediately, evoking memories of greasy feathers and a sulfuric presence. In association with other words that seemed related to Starfest, she couldn’t help but wonder if Sable had made the acquaintance of the same chicken(s) who had made her evenings far too eventful lately. “You know, I had some, well, a lot, of run-ins with some weird birds a few weeks ago. They weren’t exactly chickens though. I have no idea what they really were.” She made a face at the memory. “I haven’t ordered yet but that can wait, what are you trying to write?” She was no poet, but she was happy to be a sounding board.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2025 1:41 am
Sable looked up at Rowan, "Yeah that was... an unfortunate meeting of whatever kind of cryptid that was. I ran into it once."
She'd avoided the area after that, she couldn't take the smell and figured it'd be smarter just to steer clear. That didn't mean it didn't come up in the current thought process though.
"Ah, well a poem for open mic night. There's a poetry club I go to and I try to have something at least once a week. Sometimes it's good -- sometimes it's a work in progress."
There was a pause, "So far this one's rotten and won't hatch some eggslent writing." There was a chuckle and a wink at the puns she was using. If Rowan didn't find it funny that was fine, she at least humored herself. "But they can be like limerick, hikus, just about any sort of poem. They try to avoid Epics since they're fairly long. I also don't blame them for avoiding those on the mic."
She chuckled, "Though I suppose the cryptid deserves an Epic."
Sable interlaced her fingers and leaned her chin on her hands thinking,
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2025 7:49 pm
Rowan was glad to see that the other woman had gotten away from the chicken monster unscathed. Even with her own abilities the thing had been enough to tire her out, so the thought of a civilian facing one down was enough to fill her with dread. No wonder it had made enough of an impression to earn a place in her poetry brainstorming. “That sounds like fun, taking time for creativity is never a bad thing…even if creative block tries to get in the way.” Rowan couldn’t stifle a graceless snort at the fowl pun Sable uttered, trying to recall the rules of the poem types she listed off. Limericks were silly, she remembered that much. Probably good for horrible chicken battles once you were able to laugh about them. Haikus were supposed to be about nature, right? Epics were for multiple readings, from what she understood. Long stories to tell across days or weeks. Of course, these bare understandings did nothing to improve her own skill as a poet. Laughing softly she replied, “I’d say that it definitely wanted to be a legend…But if you’re not going for chicken-based poetry, what else did you have in mind?” Glancing back to the page of notes she continued, “So, you saw the meteor shower? Could that be a subject?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 12:19 am
Sable nodded, "Yeah maybe one day I'll be as famous of a writer as Poe or Lovecraft. Though I don't usually write dark and moody or occult stuff."
She gave a soft chuckle.
The woman seemed thoughtful, "That it did, with the amount of sulfur and ability to just disappear."
Waggling her pen back and forth when Rowan suggested to use the meteor shower as inspiration there was a brief frown as she seemed to think about rhyming and the first thing she jotted down was orange, and nothing rhymed with orange. "I think that's a great idea, I just need to get out of thinking of orange which has nothing to rhyme with it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 8:28 pm
“Well, the world already had Poe and Lovecraft, so it’s good that you’ve got your own voice to add. What kind of topics do you like?” Rowan chewed her lip thoughtfully as she pondered Sable’s predicament. “Maybe if you come up with a specific shade of orange? Something easier to rhyme. Well, I suppose anything would be easier to rhyme.” She thought back to the myriad of colors that had streaked across the sky during those Starfest evenings. As the strange magic of Destiny City went, that was one of the more beautiful experiences. Especially when compared with sulfurous monsters. “Do any oranges stand out?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 11:29 pm
Sable chuckled a bit, "Yes it is good I have my own voice but it's always good to have inspiration."
There was a thought as she jotted down colors that she remembered from the meteor shower and started giving them jewel tones. Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, Turquoise, Amber, Citrine, Topaz and Amethyst.
"Hmmm,. I think Amber might be the closest jewel tone. . . but it's also kind of a yellow. There's topaz that might be more orange than yellow." She tapped her pen to her cheek as she thought.
The Meteor shower was certainly one of the best things of star fest. The rain cloud that for some reason wanted to just follow her everywhere could've stayed away. She wasn't sure if that was just a random phenomenon or something that just happened because of the weird stuff going on from star fest. "Did you get caught in that rain cloud that seemed to just follow you everywhere?"
She asked as she added that to the scratch pad.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2025 9:45 pm
Rowan was surprised to hear that the persistent raincloud she’d seen hadn’t been a completely localized event. Though, given the nature of the city it didn’t come as much of a shock. “It wasn’t following me but I ran into someone it took a liking to.” She still felt a bit bad for that agent, hopefully it hadn’t followed him for too much longer after they parted ways. Realizing how long they’d been talking she said, “I won’t keep you any longer, don’t want to make you late after all. It was good to see you again!” Getting the other woman in trouble by delaying the start of her shift was decidedly not her goal. “Good luck with the poem!”
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2025 11:38 pm
Sable sighed, "Yeah it followed me and that sucked. I'm glad you didn't have to deal with it. That was a very soggy time."
There was a chuckle until she looked at her watch, oh right she did have to work, "Oh right I should get to the back and put my stuff away. Thanks Rowan I think I have a bit better of an idea of what I'm doing. I'll see you later!"
The black haired lady stood up and gave a nod to the other before disappearing into the back with her things.
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