teleios | {OPEN} ♔ they call her the black crow

( september 1st ; outside the temple )

It's the first, and yet another month beginning with the confusion and alarm of those kidnapped and brought to be judged.

Despite the sun being rather unforgiving in its heat, with no nights to cool the ground and the air, Anne is dressed head to toe in black; a state of mourning for those brought here and forced away from lives they once knew. She has few jewels owned here, so she herself has seen to the gown with ornate embroidery of silver thread, especially along the belled sleeves and the breast of the bodice. Her hair is gathered up in a coif, wrapped beneath a french hood. Other than her rings, the only jewelry she wears today is her silver crucifix pendant.

But even with the dress of mourning, the young woman's smile is as bright and inviting as the sun, as she remains near a large table set up and arranged just outside the temple, beside the bottom of the steps.

With help from those in the kitchen and others with kind hearts, the table has been brought out and covered with inviting things, such as food and drink. There is a tray holding biscuits and fruit jam, another tray with fruit pies, and yet another with smaller mincemeat pies. At the other end there are a couple silver coffeepots with an arrangement of condiments beside: sugar, honey, milk (before it curdles), chocolate shavings, and ginger shavings. There is also a pitcher of ale, since it's a proper daytime drink, and water beside that.

There isn't only food and drink on this table, but also a pile of First-Aid Kits put together by Anne and Beverly Crusher and handed to anyone who wants them; something Anne had learned to do in Exsilium. Truthfully, this welcoming table is not her idea, but also one brought from her former life. It's the only way she feels she can contribute just now.

Strangest yet is beside the First-Aid Kits, there rests an open Bible written in Latin. Perfectly normal presentation, right? Well, it is to her Reformist mind. She would have it in English if she could.

She strives to greet any who might come down the temple steps this day, to show them that this is all free and welcome to them. If there should be any penalty for the abuse of supplies and food, it should be on Anne Boleyn's head. The Bible is the only thing to personally belong to her.

[ ooc; OPEN and backdated to the arrivals on the first! Anne would have been vocal about requesting help for moving the table and setting everything up, so feel free to handwave that your character helped if you like. I just didn't want to spam the Arrival Log with a top-level. ]

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Once again, Derek is here to see if there are any familiar faces in the Temple on arrival day. Once again, he's leaving disappointed. Both seem to have become a ritual for him. He could go back upstairs to his room and brood about it. He's decided to go to the rec center and work out, channel all that negativity into something positive, something that would make him feel better.

Heading out of the temple after grabbing his gym bag, he spots Anne at the table. He's grinning when he pauses to say hello, stepping up to the table to see what she's doing. "Hey, pretty girl. More cookies? And..." He looks over her, a slow down and then back up. "...did somethin' happen?"

Johanna and food are like a moth and flame. On a day like today, she figures it's for the newbies and she's clearly not new, so she's holding back from taking any, but damn. It smells delicious, and she knows from this woman's stint in the kitchens (and her own period of only one meal a day) that it tastes justs as good too.

"Where were you when I got here? This looks amazing," she says. Shame Peeta had gotten here the same month as her too, considering the baking he hands out to new arrivals.

Moving down the table to the first aid kits, she raises an eyebrow and picks one up to examine. "What are these?"

Peter was still working this all out in his head. He was a prisoner, working off his debt which - let's be honest - he wasn't denying to himself that he might owe. He'd deny it to others but not himself.

Except he was alone, without his ship, and unarmed. None of this was good in his mind. Slipping out of the temple, he was looking for answers that weren't entirely forthcoming, but he wasn't entirely down about it all.

In fact, as he explored, he had his headphones on and was dancing about a bit as he looked into rooms, stepping out into the light.

"Whoa."

The town was bigger than he had expected, and with a few familiar sights he new of from his early Terran years. Of course all of that is mostly forgotten with food.

Giving a spin and a few steps, he picked up a fruit pie, definitely appreciative of the spread enough to knock off his headphones so they settled at his neck and looking around. "Who's in charge of the spread?"

Leonard wanders outside once he's sure none of the new arrivals have disappeared to bleed out in peace. It's sort of a steady thing that at least one new Indebted will arrive on the brink of death, so once he's assured all is well, he heads down the Temple steps to head back to the Enterprise to get some sleep before he finishes packing and moving to the house he's claimed.

But he slows his steps as he passes the table, then stops and turns back, picking up a med kit and popping it open to have a look inside. He then lifts his head to make eye contact with the woman there and nods his head at her in acknowledgment.

"Ma'am." His eyes return to the kit and he sorts through what's in there. Huh. Pretty standard stuff. "Are you one of the medics here?" Because she sure doesn't look like one, but he's not going to write her off because of her clothes. Or is it a costume?

It's not a new arrival who comes to Anne'a feast, but Eponine. She had watched Anne 's preparations from the shadows, licking her lips as she saw pies being set out. She might have enough to eat here in this strange land, but she couldn't help looking in wonder and envy at Anne's gown and the pretty feast . It was a proper lady's feast and Eponine didn't think she'd ever be invited, not in her ragged shirt and too- big trousers .

So she would invite herself . As soon as Anne turned away, Eponine ran forward and helped herself to a piece of fruit pie .

Seeing food he can recognize and name is what first draws Nico to the table, though there's a mumbled greeting, and smile flashed to Anne, with a polite bow of his head.

"Oh God, thank you, real drinks." No one here will let him drink, it's strange, "Is this just for the new arrivals, or can I-?"

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