Aside from the interpersonal difficulties of Carver being here, of circumstances forcing something she had been hoping would someday be a choice, Rosita hasn't completely forgotten the rules of the city. She's already considering how to get around them, and where her responsibilities lie: the two contract partners she already has, that she has promised protection both aloud and by signing a piece of paper with them, or a man she shares separate but overlapping, life changing trauma with, who she considers one of her people regardless of law or social status? Who has rejected how she's chosen to oppose the city before already, and may well again?
The answer is nothing like simple, and she doesn't have one yet. They have a maximum of three days before she has to have one, and she will; if this is when she has to show her teeth, has to fight, then she will - but that's not a clean, solid answer. That's what's going to keep her up all night, so she focuses on hammering and screwing the vent cover into place, which doesn't take nearly long enough before she's done, before she's standing to pull the mattress down from where it's just been leaned against the wall.
"I need some help anchoring the generator, too. And I want to put up a shed out on the south property line, so I need to get the framework together for that and sort through scrap to see what I have and what I need to find still." She glances over. She knows about staying busy. She's never really stopped since coming here, not for longer than a few hours at a time.
It doesn't heal anything. It just changes the threshold over time. He should have the option, especially since he told her he wanted it back when she asked him to fight.
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Date: 2023-10-12 01:14 pm (UTC)From:The answer is nothing like simple, and she doesn't have one yet. They have a maximum of three days before she has to have one, and she will; if this is when she has to show her teeth, has to fight, then she will - but that's not a clean, solid answer. That's what's going to keep her up all night, so she focuses on hammering and screwing the vent cover into place, which doesn't take nearly long enough before she's done, before she's standing to pull the mattress down from where it's just been leaned against the wall.
"I need some help anchoring the generator, too. And I want to put up a shed out on the south property line, so I need to get the framework together for that and sort through scrap to see what I have and what I need to find still." She glances over. She knows about staying busy. She's never really stopped since coming here, not for longer than a few hours at a time.
It doesn't heal anything. It just changes the threshold over time. He should have the option, especially since he told her he wanted it back when she asked him to fight.
"There's plenty to do. Food's a good start."