[/table]Tea was... alright, she guessed. Nothing special. Nothing worth getting up in arms about. What a lousy Brit she'd have made in 1773, huh? She waved a hand when the NPC offered her some, silently refusing. It wasn't worth mustering up the effort to actually say no, or its more polite counterpart, no thank you. Even thinking it was too much.

Now the shit that Rory was laying down, that she could get behind. The drunker a drink got her, the more valid it was. "I'll have some of that shit." She chimed in, sitting down to wolf down some eggs. She suppressed a snicker at William's jibe at Elwin, then turned to look at Calvin. "You're sick, right? Don't get me sick." She leaned over her breakfast protectively.

//this is like really truly bad but I'm really truly hungry

[spoiler=——& INFORMATION ——& UPDATED JANUARY 26TH, 2020]—& Evelyn Stirling * Cis Female * She/Her * 26-27 y/o * Heterosexual
—& Single * No crushes * No maybe crushes * Not actively looking
—& Richard Stirling and Faith Breslin * Younger sister of Peter Stirling
—& Loyal to the Stirling family * Regular member of Flintlock Lodge
—& ON THE JOB: cold * distant * calculating * impatient * unamused
—& OFF THE JOB: warm * lively * friendly * goofy * lazy * expressive
—& Long dark brown hair * Gray eyes * 5'8" * FC is Alexis Knapp
—& Skilled with firearms * Always armed * Medium-Hard difficulty
—& Attack in bold underlined #7282C2 and @/EVELYN STIRLING
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Re: [ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - CALVIN - 01-31-2020

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Calvin never considered himself a people-person, someone who found enjoyment in picking the brains of strangers and chatting just for the sake of passing time. He would much rather shut himself in his room and read his comic books or sleep. However, he should have expected people to enter in and out of the area as he was in the general lounging room of the lodge. Whatever; Calvin would do his best to mind his own business and not bother anyone. This did not deter him from letting his eyes roam towards the people that entered the kitchen, though. He fixed his sights on the fellow who helped himself to a cup of tea as well, and was admittedly a little surprised that someone else didn't enjoy the hot beverage too. Calvin thought that most people liked the stuff?

Although he listened, he did not speak up until he was directly spoken to. Again, Calvin wasn't much of a conversation-starter. He raised his eyebrows upon realization that he was being engaged with. He doesn't take the "look like shit" comment to heart, knowing that he's probably referring to his messy hair and his pale, ill features (even though he probably looks like shit regardless). "I'm just a little sick, I guess." His tone was casual, as he tried not to make a big deal of his health. It was nothing to fret over, and the last thing he wanted was anyone to play nurse.

A man approached the two, one Calvin had seen around and could differentiate by his accent. His accent wasn't British, was it? He didn't know many British people, so who was he to know? As for the question that asked what it was that they were drinking, Calvin responded with a very light and almost awkward chuckle, "Heh, just tea." A few moments went by, before he added, "Or at least we tried to." Neither he nor Elwin could finish their cups. And, when William proceeded to roast the hell out of Elwin's haircut, Calvin offered a more genuine chuckle this time, "Damn." He didn't know that there were savages roaming among them. Maybe he related to these peoples' sense of humor more than he thought he did.

It was strange that Calvin had managed to catch a cold in the first place. He hadn't come into direct contact with anybody, but perhaps one's germs had managed to overwhelm his immune system. It sucked, though. It was especially hard to keep himself warm and toasty when he hated being warm and toasty anyways. It was nice after being out in the cold for a while, but he couldn't stand to wrap himself in blankets for long. His body was naturally a heater in itself. He brings his attention to a new face in the kitchen, who offered him a suggestion as to what to add to his tea in order to make it flavorful. "Really?" Calvin raised a brow in thought. Whiskey, huh? He understood lemon juice and honey, but he wouldn't have ever considered whiskey. Truth be told, he had never tasted a drop of the stuff. "I don't think I'll need it, honestly. I usually get over it pretty quick." And by "it", he meant any forms of sickness. Maybe when he was a young child he had the flu, but that was back when modern medicine could cure him in a matter of days. If he caught the flu now? hooh, he would be as good as dead.

Calvin's attention fixes onto Evelyn as she makes herself a cup of tea. He's seen this lady (lady, he calls her, although she doesn't appear much older than he is) around before, but this is actually the first time she's engaged in conversation with him. Huh. "I mean, as long as you don't touch the same stuff that I touch. And as long as I don't sneeze or cough on your face." The last part was more obvious, and added in to cap his statement off with a hint of sarcasm. Of course he wouldn't cough onto someone's face, he wasn't an idiot.

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[ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - CALVIN - 01-25-2020

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Winter was a bitch, that was for sure. The cold wasn't as much a bother to him as it was to nearly everyone else, who couldn't be spared from the annual cold and sniffles. Calvin seldom got very sick, knock on wood, but during these months it was not uncommon for him to get a runny nose. His sinuses had been bugging him for the past couple of days, and had been causing him to sneeze and sniffle and everything in between. Dammit, he just wished that the infection would fuck off and get out of his system already.

The young man had walked into the kitchen, cheeks and nose maintaining hues of pink. His hair looked messy. His eyes looked a bit dark. It was obvious that he didn't look too well, which led an NPC standing by the ovens to turn towards him and chirp, "Would you like some tea, Calvin?"

Calvin was... not the most social creature. He wouldn't consider himself to have crippling social anxiety, but he simply didn't prefer to chit-chat with everyone at all hours of the day. He supposed that he was growing more comfortable around these people, so it wasn't too bad to be around them, but he still valued his alone-time. However, his belly told him that it was time for breakfast, so he had been looking for something to eat when the woman offered him a cup. "I'm good, thanks." He gave a small, kind of awkward grin. It wasn't like he had exactly been eager to talk to anyone before noon.

She took a pot off of the stove and poured the contents — boiling water — into a kettle. After a few moments, she decided to make another cup and pour the water in. She proceeded to put a tea cozy onto the kettle to keep it warm, just in case any other residents wanted fresh tea that morning, and set it aside on the counter. "Are you sure? It'll help that little cold you have there."

Calvin sniffled. He had never tried tea before, but hey, maybe it would actually help him somehow. Anything to get rid of the snot in his nose, he supposed. "Uhhh.... okay, I'll have some." He shrugged. The NPC put the mug down onto the coffee table and said, "There's some tea leaves and honey if you want to make more."

The NPC had taken her cup and exited the room ( at least presumably ). Calvin's attention now fixated onto the mug before him, and he stared down at what looked like discolored water. He furrowed his brow and took a large sip ( which he instantly regretted ). He swallowed and scrunched his nose, pulling back from the steaming beverage. It was kind of strong in a way, something he was not expecting. It wasn't too sweet, either. It was just watery leaf juice. "Ew," The response was made in a hushed voice under his breath, just in case the woman still happened to be in his vicinity. No offense to her, because she was nice for offering him some, but this stuff tasted nasty.

Re: [ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - body. - 01-26-2020

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Ooh, tea! Elwin hates the stuff.

So, naturally, once the woman that made the pot leaves the room, he looks both ways, making sure there's nobody to see him, picks up the kettle, and proceeds to pour himself a cup to guzzle down like an animal.

Elwin eyes Calvin from across the room. He's new here, so Calvin is not a face he recognizes, but everyone else seems to be familiar enough with him. Watching his face scrunch up makes him cackle, though the second he takes a sip of his own cup (rather than plug his nose and take it like a shot,) he does the exact same thing.

"Aw, that's fucking awful," he groans, pushing the cup away. All he wanted was something hot to soothe his sore throat. Should have just had some hot water--this stuff tastes like nothing but dirt! "Yeah, that shit's gross, innit? Don't know why Britain started a fucking war over it."

And then Calvin sniffles, and his inner nurse kicks in. His feet move before his brain registers it, he's invading the poor guy's bubble. "What's wrong with you?" None of this is phrased as a sympathetic inquiry, but rather a blunt demand, as if he expects Calvin to list all his symptoms right then and there. "You look like shit."

Re: [ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - STIRLING. - 01-28-2020

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]    William was effortlessly Irish.

Well, quite the Dubliner if one wanted to be exact; so not quite British, but certainly Irish. Irish as in his grandfather was born and raised there before moving the whole family to America. So, maybe William was born and raised here, but he'd still stand true to his heritage. After all, that was literally the purpose of the Stirling's existence! Distillation of Irish whiskey, really rubbing it in everyone's faces that they had gotten rich off of smuggled alcohol as if it made them any more notable in the criminal enterprise.

He supposed it did sort of work. Every other crime family wanted them in body bags for it.

Wandering into the kitchen, William's jaws widened as he yawned, easing the cricks out of his neck just as he saw Calvin and Elwin drinking and hating their morning drinks. ❝ Watcha sayin' about the British now, 'ey? ❞ He questioned with a curious quirk of a brow, leaning to rest his elbows on the counter by the kitchen island. ❝ What are you two drinking? ❞

William twitched his nose, relaxing for a minute until he heard Elwin questioning Calvin. That poor Calvin guy, being utterly goaded by the ever-so curt Elwin. ❝ Hey, you can't talk- ❞ He remarked playfully, lips tempted to curl into a grin as he gestured his hand to Elwin's hair. ❝ at least Calvin ain't got a fuckin' bowl cut. ❞ Eyes glistened impudently. He did that! Proud hairdresser right here.


[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||

Re: [ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - RORY T. - 01-28-2020

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]serene edgewood was a herbalist. before his father , she'd been a midwife , assisting young women to deliver their own children. before rory , she had plans to pursue that career. but when she became pregnant with her son , moved in with his father , she had to make a choice : a choice that ultimately ended with her giving up that dream. she didn't talk about it much . when she did , and as rory got older he saw it ; the longing. sometimes she wishes things were different , that she could have done anything other than settle. it didn't stop her from advancing her practices to home ; with him. different conconcutions derived from the things they had. when he got a scrapped knee , a bruise , or sick . in all honesty, rory liked getting sick. his mother conducted something new every single time , and each thing relived the symptoms. if he missed anything , it'd definitely be that.

how he wasn't sick yet , he wasn't sure. only recently did he get a coat , and rather groggily , agreed to a hat. when he was younger , he was far more suseptible to sickness than he was now , it seemed. rory doesn't remember the last time he'd been sick , not in the past two years at least. his main concerns when it came to winter wasn't the sickness , but just the cold. rory hated being cold. at least in a miserable state , he'd there was a more promise to be inside. but he was no longer blessed with the immune system of the vulnerable and so , he suffers the consequences.

rory , too , wasn't a fan of tea , at least not here. it lacked the flavor , and so , it made it exactly what it was : herb water. he , instead , traded in for a much sweeter concoction: hot coca. although , it would not guarantee a relieve a symptoms of a cold , which calvin obviously had. rory just came from a patrol but already , he was back in his pajama pants , hair sticking every which way. shoeless feet trek over to where his coca awaits him , but not before advising calvin, "if i were you , i'd get some of that honey , maybe a little whisky and lemon juice to make that shit more palatable. still isn't the best , but better than that bland garbage she gave you." wrapping his hands around the mug now filled with coca, he brings it to his lips to take a sip; one hand pressing against the counter behind him.

Re: [ ELECTRIFY MY GOLDEN TOOTH / INTRO ] - EVELYN STIRLING - 01-30-2020

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