(2016-06-14) Peace Offering
Peace Offering
Summary: Following her mishap from days prior, Ginny attempts to connect with Piper.
Date: June 14th, 2016
Related: http://5thwave.wikidot.com/log:2016-06-08-mistaken-identitity-or-was-it (what Ginny is making amends for)
http://5thwave.wikidot.com/log:2016-06-13-soda-and-mystery-meat (regarding scavenged items appearing in this log)

SGA Club House ShadyGlenApartments
Tue Jun 14, 2016 — Tue Jun 14 17:34:48 2016

This large building dominates the center of the complex. The rear wall is predominately windows, but the glass is gone and has been replaced for the moment be screening. It serves several purposes. First and for most it is a gathering spot where the apartment residents can socialize and gather for various reasons. There is a large sitting area, with sofas and chairs surrounding a large marble coffee table. They all sit within a comfortable distance of a large fireplace which has a large flatscreen TV hanging above it. Adjacent to that is a small kitchenette area, separated by a marble topped bar with barstools sitting in front of it.

On the other side of the large gathering area is a small office area, accessed by a windowed door where the manager and apartment staff did there business for the day. There is also another windowed door that leads to a small fitness room with the usual workout machines as well as some nautilus machines and free weights.

It seems the clubhouse has a few occupants, four young cats. Two calico cats and one gray striped. They are always seeking attention. The gray is named Ramses, the others are Sweetie and Pickles.

It is spring. The weather is warm and stormy.


Once upon a time Genevieve MacKail called a rock in the middle of the temperamental Atlantic Ocean home… and what THIS means is that she is no stranger to imminently cruddy weather. Much of the day was as overcast and broody as it had been the day prior, when she was casing out a house for spoils. Now, the pressure system seems to have shifted and there's a bonefide storm building out there. The wind that is simultaneously warm with chilly breaths; the loamy smell of rain. Honestly, Ginny /loves/ this reminder of her pre-Arrival life; she sees the weather as a great cleanser.

This early evening finds Ginny hunkered down in the clubhouse, having just finished up what she calls a 'shift' in the kitchens. Having made a point to sit near a window, the little woman contents herself with petting one of the resident kitties. There's the barest scent of seafood to her fingertips following her meal prep work, and this is driving the little gray tabby /mental/ as she scritches it's ears. Her green-gold gaze settles, however, upon a small bundle of scavenging spoils that she has arranged on the table in front of her.


Life must go on, stormy weather or not, and Piper's daily life usually has a bit of scavenging in it. A large clap of thunder proceeds her entrance into the clubhouse. She has good timing, no sooner than the door closes behind her than the rain starts to pour from the sky. If the packs she carries, Quinton's and hers are any judge, it was slim pickings where ever they were. Looking over her shoulder out the window briefly she moves further into the room, noticing Ginny as she does. There is a brief wary pause, but she knows she can't avoid the woman for the rest of her life see takes a breath "Hey." she speaks! Unlike last time, even if her voice is soft, which is how it has always been. That hasn't changed.

Everything about Ginny speaks of calm; of letting her hair down, literally. The thick braid that she favors has been pulled apart, letting loose the thick hanks of pale hair. The kitty in her lap is also enjoying this prospect, batting at the tendrils with relish. Ginny indulges the little critter, until he lands a good hold and yanks! Ow! Still, it's all good fun… Ginny may have had a big dog as a companion in her 'past' life, but she loves cats too. Wiping her hands again with a damp cloth, she leans forth a bit — minding the cat strewn across her knees — and reaches toward her wares. Until—-hey, a new arrival!

She looks up once Piper arrives and… /EGADS/ … speaks! Remembering the awkwardness of her first encounter, and the words of insight that Monica offered, her reception of the other young woman is casual and welcoming. If she is surprised by Piper's one spoken word, Ginny does not let on. "Hello Piper," She calls out amicably, waving once. "Come in where it's dry! Just going over my finds… might have something here for your little one, if it would help you."


Thankfully Piper is having a good day today, so while there is obvious hesitation before she begins to move even further into the room, even though it was technically dry where she was. Setting the pack in her hands down and then removing the one from her back to sit down next to it, she eyes the treasures that Ginny has and then the woman herself "Yes?" a bit of curiosity peeks out from behind that stoic veneer.


There, upon the table: a lilac scented jar candle, three medium-sized t-shirts, two small, folded throw blankets. The jar of spices, however, has since been donated to the kitchen. Once Piper sets down her packs and seats herself at a distance she is comfortable with, Ginny reaches forth to grab up one of the small blankets and unfold it. It's about 4' x 4'; wonderfully soft in the way of all synthetic throw blankets, but of a royal blue hue with white stars. In pretty good condition considering, salvaged from a couch in a family home.

Laying the blanket down, Ginny remains thoughtfully silent for a few seconds so as to not overwhelm the stoic girl. "Saw this, it's small.." She trails off, nodding to the blanket. "Good for a little one, very very soft. Reminded me of your boy and I thought, wouldn't it be a nice bunting blanket or something to lay his sweet little head on." She smiles.

"No pressure.. it will find a home regardless. You're welcome to whatever else is here, too, if needed."


She has placed herself out of easy arms reach, like she does with most people that she hasn't gotten comfortable with yet. It takes awhile, there are people here that she has known over a year that she still won't get to close to her, namely men. Quinton is the only male over the age of 10 that can get near and touch her without her getting all twitchy and defensive. Ginny has probably noticed that at least.

Leaning forward she takes the star covered blanket and softly runs fingers over it before taking it and sitting it in her lap "Thanks." she gestures to the rest of the stuff then points to the storage closet "There. Unless….keeping."


Oh, Ginny is a watchful sort… and she can tell that engaging this young woman on terms other than her own would be met with disaster. Originally hailing from a town where everybody knew everybody… and a family where boundaries were blurred… Ginny is used to engaging others wholly. However, she knows /too/ to not overdo it… especially with Piper. So she keeps her exchanges brief, calm and kind… though inwardly she is thrilled that the girl has seemingly accepted her peace offering. Her cheeks color, her smile trembles slightly, her eyes glow… but that is it. "I'm glad you accepted it.. it's the nicer one of the two." Ginny adds, nodding toward the closet.

"I'll put it in there.. I've little need for everything else." Ginny admits, leaning back in her seat and giving the cat in her lap another hearty scritch. She turns her gaze to the bags that Piper brought with her. "Any luck out there, scavenging? How are you doing?"


Over a year of mostly relying on body language as a main communication source has taught Piper a thing or two about reading people, she notes the visible signs easily enough. A nod is given in agreement about the blanket but the question has her making a face and shaking her head "No luck." she echoes in answer to that bit as for how she is doing, that gets her usual hand wobble in answer.


"Well, better luck next time." Ginny says as she pulls some of her loose hair away from Ramses' roving paws. "I didn't do very well, myself… I will be going out again when this weather lets up. I was at a house a few blocks away, yesterday… could really get a handle on who the people were that lived there, y'know? Sad.. but we gotta make do.." She trails off, feeling that pang in her belly. A brief bit of sadness, mourning over whatever happened to the original occupants.

Handwaving, she leans back to continue on. Thing is, the sudden movement is too tantalizing for the kitty… and it LATCHES onto her hair! /Really/ latches.. like.. furry hair ornament. Genevieve yelps, "Ah! HAH! Cat..!!" She cries, out of surprise.

"Lucky you're bloody cute!" She exclaims, amused despite her discomfort. She tries to pull her hair out of the cat's paws and mouth… no dignity here. "Serves me right."

(NOTE: Here is where we overlapped into a scheduled scene, so let's just assume Ginny and Piper sat in extra-silent camaraderie until Ginny had to leave for the bar, for Noah's trading visit.)

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