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oliverterrencewood·:
open starter @thecatastrophicstarters // anyone i don’t currently have an active thread with where: Common Grounds (cafe) when: the present whenever part of the day you like
One of the nice things about Fairvale was it’s consistency. Except for the guards, runners, and medical staff, everyone kind of ran on similar schedules. It made prepping food at Common Grounds pretty easy. There was the breakfast assortment that would be gone just after noon, at which time people started looking for whatever sandwiches or other light meals that could be provided. When dinner rolled around, most people were at home or Hard Times Tavern so there wasn’t much prep put in there except for the few stragglers who came in for coffee at night.
That’s why he was surprised to hear the little bell above the door jingle as someone walked in. Even for stragglers, it wasn’t really the kind of time to expect anyone, somehow too early and too late at the same time.
Oliver set down the plastic tub he’d been using to carry the assortment of newly cleaned mugs on the back counter and turned around.
“Hey,” he said. “This isn’t your usual time.”
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she’d been on her way home from another late night spent in her classroom going over plans when the need for a little liquid warmth had overcome her -with her kettle out of commission the only way livia was going to get a decently brewed cup of earl grey was to stop by the cafe/diner - a place she generally tried to avoid unless she was picking up her daily work sandwich - but it looked close to empty and she had to wonder if maybe she was interrupting olivers close up.
“no one sane would frequent a diner at this time of night.” she shrugs a little in response “i’ll be back to my regularly scheduled food runs soon enough - for now i’m going to need you to tea me.”
as she waited for the younger man to start working on her order, she tilted her head to the side and studied him - not quite a newbie, living in the foley house with her favorite people, she hadn’t really gotten to know him all that well yet, but fletch seemed to like him and that spoke wonders for his character at least in her mind so she’d need to make moves to rectify that at some stage.
for now though she’d just take the tea - and maybe put out a few feelers to see if he was community spirited enough to rope into her ‘project’.
“while i have you here though...ever thought about putting any talents you might have to good use?”
camharris·:
It is worth a shot. For whatever the council can actually pull off isn’t a matter of discussion at this moment. She’s simply here to ask and learn, to broaden her perspective. She has her own opinions about the school system and the curriculum, but if she can find some opinions that fall within the scope of all things considered necessary then they can make some changes. Perhaps there is something they are missing, and perhaps there is nothing else to do. She can’t find that out without asking questions.
“Extracurriculars…” Cam parrots, scratching that on her little notepad with a thoughtful hum. To her, not quite as important as other things, but all things considered as much normalcy as possible is needed for these kids. “I understand, what is the point if we neglect shaping all potential talents. We all turn to music and art at some point, don’t we?” When Cam looks up to meet Livia’s eyes she smiles, subtly and a tad bit sad. “People frequent the library for novels and historical works, distractions. Others turn to creating to navigate these hard times-” A nod to Livia.
Then a pause, her smile fades and Camryn looks to her scratch pad. “I can’t promise prompting art and music courses will gain any traction, and I will try, but…” A hum and she’s scribbling down some more things. “Survival classes is an idea I have considered. To have someone else present it, and maybe even others-”
“What good is learning history and science if they didn’t learn how to make it long enough to pass it on to the next generation?”
“well you know what they say about all work and no play.” livia nodded, small chuckle escaping as she shrugged her shoulders, teaching might not be her first love, kids in general were sometimes a little too much for her to take and twelve and thirteen year olds right on the cusp of jumping into their belligerent teen years doubly so but she was good at her job - at least she had been when that job didn’t also involve teaching them how to face life or death situations.
“i appreciate you listening even if you can’t get anyone else on board for the bulk of it.” she knew it was a long shot - the survival skills classes would probably be voted in with little to know problem but no one had time for things they considered frivolous in this day and age “i know hobbies aren’t really at the top of anyone's list but if you look at it from a mental health perspective - these kids need to believe that despite how bad things get and how hard times are there’s still something beautiful to be found in the world.”
and maybe if they can get the kids to believe that, the rest of the people - livia included - might start to believe it too.
“i’m willing to put the work in if you can manage to win over your fellow administrators - i may already have a small group of people in mind i can coerce into volunteering their time if it helps my case.”
Art update because it’s been a while 😊
who: livia williams & @mcdisonfoley
where: the foley residence
when: we’ll just wing it
when she’d first come to fairvale (just before the outbreak when the town had still been called prescott and the people within were all locals and not survivors looking for a safe place to land) it was the foley’s who had taken her under their wing and invited her into their home and lives.
which in retrospect considering the type of person james foley turned out to be (kit’s right hand man and biggest supporter) made livia wonder exactly why he’d seemingly pushed aside his prejudice and hate for everything she was to welcome her in like one of his flock.
it didn’t matter now though, kit was dust in the wind, hopefully far from fairvale if they had any kind of luck and never to be heard from again and james...well james foley was dead.
it wasn’t such a big loss, not personally anyway, but she cared about madison and logan so she tried to look at his passing with at least a small amount of empathy.
and now the house was home to three of the people she cared about the most in the world so she was still a semi-regular visitor.
the wooden entrance door was open and she was sure if she tugged on the handle of the screen door it’s be unlocked but livia, despite the fact she’d called the house home for a handful of months still wasn’t comfortable just waltzing in “knock, knock.” she tapped on the wire, peering in to the semi lit foyer for signs of life “you better not all still be in bed ! you’re wasting the day.”
camharris·:
The smile she responds with is halfway to grim, but Camryn decides not to give into the thought of what’s ahead of these children. For those here now it’s an adjustment, and for those to be born it will be their normal. Hiding behind walls, living on limited resources, surviving. She idly wonders if they put on this facade for a shred of normalcy. Cam surely hopes not. She will never be able to stress enough the importance behind any type of education, formal or not.
With a subtle nod, Cam acknowledges the comment. “It is a shame, but unfortunately there’s not much we can do about that other than prepare them for it in every way we can.” Not for any dream careers that don’t fall under the category of trades. They will have to make do.
“Sometimes the necessity behind some concerns or ideas might fall to the wayside when compared to the bigger picture, but for someone who has nothing but the children’s’ best interest at heart I believe your word has plenty of merit to it.” Because if thought to be pointless, why teach? Despite mentioning the lack of promising life ahead of them Livia is still here, grading papers behind the desk when she could easily find something else to do with her time.
“That being said, I’m open to any suggestions you may have. I can try to give them a little nudge.”
it’s refreshing how willing to listen camyrn seems to be, livia has no idea how genuine the other woman is but she’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt for now and take her offer for suggestions at face value.
“we teach the basics, math, english, history, science. but there are no extra-curriculars.” it’s something she’s been thinking a lot about and not just the relaxation classes like art or music.
they were preparing these kids, especially the older ones, to take their place in the community once they were old enough to hold their own.
“they need more - arts, music, sports for sure, classes they can deride some kind of joy from.” she tapped lightly against her desk, the only sign of the slight case of nerves she was feeling “but also more tailored classes like survival skills, first aid.”
she shrugs a little, self-conscious but strangely hopeful she at least wont be laughed at or given the old company line of ‘we hear you but we just don't have the resources.’
“there are enough people in town that we can probably round up volunteers to teach a few specialised subjects and it just seems to me that in the long run the kids would be better ready to deal with what’s out there beyond the gates if we fully educate them in here.”
javierxnavarro·:
It was a curious thing, the way people clung to certain pieces of their past; even something as once insignificant as a kettle could become one of your most important possessions. There were items that Javier wished he could’ve still had in his possession, things he wished he’d held onto…but for the most part it wasn’t practical - and what he had once carried with him he was sure was long gone at this point.
He could understand where she was coming from, either way, wanting that little piece of her past to cling to. Even if it was just some…silly kettle.
“I uh - well…lets see what we can do here,” he offered before setting it down on the nearest workbench and beginning to walk through some troubleshooting and diagnostics.
“Can I ask what’s so special about this thing?” He inquired finally, glancing up in her direction briefly.
she cocks a hip against his workbench and watches as he tinkers away, the intricacies of most mechanical work lost on her, like most things that involved anything other than a paintbrush or a text book.
“my sister gave it to me.” she shrugged her shoulders a little, it wasn’t anything she had trouble speaking about really, just a vaguely uncomfortable topic of conversation for her and probably not all that intriguing for anyone listening “we were never particularly close, by the time i came along she was almost ready for college and we’ve never had all that much in common. still...” she trails off shrugging again, plays off the small display of nostalgia with affected nonchalance “keeping it seemed important all things considered - y'know?”
it was her brother she missed more than life itself, her brother she wondered about and hoped was still out there somewhere - the little rusty kettle is almost a reminder that he’s not the only one she should be praying for.
“so what do you think? am i gonna have to prostrate myself at the mercy of inventory or is there life in the old girl yet?”
camharris·:
Who: @liviawilliams· When: June 2020 Where: Lincoln Elementary
Now that they’re into June, the heat and humidity practically explodes under a persistent sun, resolutely melting away any grey skies into beautiful clear blues. It’s far from perfect considering outside the town’s walls is something far less hospitable, but Cam could at least appreciate the brightness of the day. It does provoke a longing, however, for all those days spent in the mountains. Just a few moments are spent relishing the memories before it’s shaken off, and she exits the previous classroom into the halls to head right on to the next.
For all those months before she made her way to Fairvale, a school system had been the last thing on her mind. How can one teach without the space to do it? Most buildings out there have been scoured of supplies, desks turned over and chalk boards covered in disheartening messages and graffiti. It didn’t crush her personally, per se, but Camryn can acknowledge that education grants opportunity to grow and prosper. If there is any hope for a future it can very easily start in the classroom with the children. That is why she is here now, peering into the next classroom and greeting Livia with a curt nod. “Do you have a moment?”
She steps through the doorway and pauses to wait for a cue that she can take some of her time. “I was wondering if you had a few moments to go over some things, Miss Williams. Supplies, the curriculum… any thoughts or concerns you may have presently or for the future.”
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as someone who’d lived through the whole fairvale uprising, livia had a healthy amount of weariness when it came to the council, sure on one hand so far they seemd to be diplomatic and making strides towards a brighter future but on the other - kit had been charming and seemingly decent to begin with as well.
so when camyrn harris comes knocking at her classroom door, livia is weary enough not to greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm she’d usually greet her visitors with, yet she’s not willing to put herself immediately on the offensive.
“sure i’m almost done here, i’ve just got this final paper to finish grading.” she glances up quickly waving the other woman into the room “take a seat if you like i won’t be a second.”
once she’s done she gives her full attention to the woman in front of her “thoughts and concerns?” she raises an inquisitive eyebrow at that before shaking her head “you mean besides the fact there’s not much of a future to prepare these kids for?”
“there might be a few suggestions i could run by you, i’m not exactly sure how necessary you’d find them though. the one time i tried bringing them up to a few of your colleagues they were less than enthused.”
javierxnavarro·:
The one with the holes in both ends, right?
Javier glanced at the tool she’d handed over, then back at Livia, before his eyes shifted back to the task at hand. “Ah - no, it’s not…it doesn’t matter,” he murmured before resuming his work and tightening up the bolt in question. A socket wrench would’ve made it easier than the one she’d handed over, but that wasn’t worth explaining when it all got the job done the same in the end.
He looked over to the kettle as she held it aloft, giving a humor heavy sigh and wiping his hands off on a clean towel. He wasn’t exactly specialized in this area, kettle repair, but if he could fix a car then he most certainly could fix a kettle.
Or, maybe he couldn’t, given how often it seemed Livia was returning with it hooked under her arm. “What seems to be the problem now?” He asked as he takes it from her hands to give it a once over.
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“i honestly have no idea.” she shakes her head as he takes her mechanical burden from her arms “tried switching it on this morning but i got nothing.”
it’d probably just be easier to cut her losses, there were definitely more pressing matters the maintenance staff of the town probably had to be concerned about other than a sad relic from the past she was loathe to part with.
only everybody had that now days right? things they clung to, things that meant something that might not have before the world tipped on its head. hers just happened to be a clunky old piece of junk her sister probably picked up last minute in lieu of a gift that had any real thought put into it.
“if she’s done for i’ll deal, i’m not exactly expecting miracles here, but i wasn’t willing to admit defeat without at least a little fight first and you managed to get it working last time so i figured you were the man to see.”
dysdaimcns·:
‘ wise choice. ’ raising the flask as if making a toast, he starts to bring the opening to his lips only to change trajectory at the last second, and instead of downing the drink, pours the entire contents onto the grass. he doesn’t know shit about plants, so he’s not sure he hasn’t just killed a perfectly good patch of grass, but hey—better the grass than him.
he follows her gaze to the gash on his arm, shrugging lightly as he drags his fingertips over the wound that’s already started to close up. ‘ one of the new guys almost got his entire leg taken off by a bear trap, ’ he explains, as if describing an incident no more severe than stubbing one’s toe. ‘ figured i’d have to wait even if i hauled my ass over to the clinic, so i might as well enjoy the sunshine. ’ as if to drive home his point, he leans back against the grass, making a show of basking in the late morning sun.
‘ you’re more than welcome to paint me like one of your french girls if your book is that boring. ’ he’d noticed the distracted manner in which she was flicking through the pages, the way she looked up every time there was a sound nearby. ‘ or you could tell me what’s on your mind. maybe i can help you cut through the brain fog. ’
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“you are in no way pretty enough to be one of my french girls mat.” she chuckled reaching for her sketchbook and lead, flicking through half finished sketches until she came across a blank page “but since you’re doing a fairly decent impersonation of one right now, i’ll oblige you.”
it comes back easy when she has a subject to concentrate on, pencil gliding over paper in a dance she’s danced a thousand times before.
“it’s not so much a brain fog, as it is a lack of inspiration and a very limited amount of time.” it might also be the fact there’s a part of her that thinks devoting so much of her free time to her passions is frivolous in a way, selfish to waste the time she has on herself when there’s so many other things that need to be done “can’t spend all my time sketching away when there’s a classroom full of young minds waiting for me to mold them.”
her attention is once again drawn to his arm and she shakes her head at herself for worrying but with fletcher ‘the klutz’ bailey as her best friend it comes more than a little naturally to her “call me a nag if you wanna, lord knows fletch does more often than not, but that really does look nasty, you’re gonna have to start taking better care of yourself out on the road if you’re planning on avoiding our med team as long as you can.”
javierxnavarro·:
Who: open ! @thecatastrophicstarters· When: Early June 2020 Where: Maintenance HQ
There was a clang of metal against metal followed by a frustrated stream of curses coming out from beneath the hood of a car, Javi hunched over it. Since arriving at Fairvale only a couple months prior he’d finally gotten the chance to throw himself back into some more familiar work, something far more easing of the mind than a battle against the zombie hordes beyond these protective walls. Or, as he’d come to know far more intimately than he would have liked, the even worse enemy that could be other survivors in this world.
At the flicker of movement in his peripheral vision Javier’s eyes shift in the other’s direction, trying to ignore the flush of adrenaline in his veins at even the notion of someone sneaking up on him - even though he was rather certain they hadn’t intended to. Fairvale…it was safe. These people were good. He wished he just didn’t have to keep reminding himself of it.
“I can help you in a minute,” Javi said, passing a hand across his forehead and leaving behind a streak of grease. “Actually - if you could pass me that socket wrench,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the tools and holding a hand out.
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livias face screwed up a little, broken kettle under one arm and her free hand hovering over the tools javier was gesturing towards, vague recollections of her brother using that very tool while he worked on his ‘baby’ during her weekends back home “the one with the holes in both ends right?”
she picked it up and handed it over, standing out of the way until the mechanic finished up.
“i’m not sure what i’m doing but this things toast again.” she lifted the bright red kettle shaking it a little with an exasperated sigh and crease in her forehead, third time in a month she’d been in to see him with the same problem hoping to get a little more life out of the trusty old ‘girl’, a remnant of her pre-fairvale world, the only gift she can remember her sister ever giving her when she’d moved into her first apartment “you think you can fix her up for me or am i gonna have to beg inventory for a new one?”
dysdaimcns·:
WHO: open to all WHERE: town square
‘ fuck, ’ he mutters under his breath after the first swig. ‘ people actually drink this shit? ’ it’s not that he’s not aware of the other’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t blame them for staring. he’s sure he must be a real sight right now, lounging on the grass with half of his tank top stained with the reddish brown of dried blood. there’s a long gash along his upper arm from where he’d gotten caught in a chain link fence during that morning’s supply run, but his tetanus booster is up to date—death by rusty metal would be such an uncool way to die—and he’s gotten roughed up enough times to know when an injury looks worse than it actually is.
‘ it’s kombucha, ’ he says, finally addressing his silent companion as he holds the flask out towards them. ‘ but if you’d told me this was sock juice mixed with sparkling water, i’d believe it. ’
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“i’ll take your word for it.” livia looked up from the book she was flicking through, a rare day of low inspiration for her as she set up shop in the middle of town square to hopefully help get the creative juices flowing “the wackiest i’ve ever gotten with drink choices is whether or not i wanna infuse my earl grey with lavender or rose.”
she gave mateo the once over, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she took in the sight of his bloodied upper arm “i’d tell you that looks like it needs to be checked out properly but i’ve got the feeling you’d probably just wave me off if i tried.” he’d been in fairvale a few months now with that annoyingly chipper little friend of his and while livia hadn’t spent a significant amount of time with either of them, she’d spoken to mateo enough to know he was almost always painfully stubborn. “good run this time anyway?”
☼ livia williams ☼
"art is not what you see, but what you make others see."
the basics //
full name: livia amara williams birthdate & zodiac: feburary 11, 1989 & aquarius gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her sexuality: lesbian education: bachelor of fine arts NYU occupation: teacher (artist) hometown: brooklyn heights, NY arrived in fairvale: april 2019 family: peter williams ( father - deceased ), tamara williams ( mother - deceased ), karla williams ( older sister - wanted connection ), jeremiah williams ( older brother - wanted connection)
deeper dive //
alignment: neutral good myers briggs: infp - the mediator hobbies: hiking, boxing, long walks, people watching, sketching in the park, painting until the early hours of the morning.
favorites: food - roast chicken and gravy. drink - herbal tea because it helps her relax movie - she doesn't have a specific movie, but she loves a good comedy. song - stormy weather by etta james color - yellow habits: doesn’t smoke / doesn't drink / never taken drugs nervous ticks include biting her paintbrush/pencil/pen, scratching her ear and biting her nails. loves: art galleries, crisp new sketchbooks, the smell of freshly baked biscuits/cakes/bread, candlelight, sleeping in, hiking, creating beautiful things, lazy afternoons, romantic comedies, collecting old tea mugs. fears: losing any more loved ones, being alone talents: sketching/drawing/painting, jig saw puzzles, the ability to zone out all the background noise around her, cooking (can't bake), acoustic guitar (her ex-girlfriend taught her), gift wrapping.
appearance //
height: 5′8″ tattoos: small dove on her right shoulder in honor of her parents scars: none piercings: ears (she loves crazy earrings but rarely wears them anymore) hair: dark and wavy, usually pulled back in a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way while she's working on a new piece, occasionally worn down. style: paint splattered overalls, worn dark wash jeans, peasant skirts, zip up hoodies, has a vintage t-shirt obsession, sneakers or slip-ons but prefers to be barefoot as much as possible - dresses for comfort rather than style.
bio //
here.
🌴🦩🌸🧡🌺🌿🦜 (via — greta onieogou’s Instagram)
all these places have their moments with lovers and friends i still can recall, some are dead and some are living in my life i've loved them all ☀ our worlds have come to an end, i feel a song in my heart again ☀ i suppose for me as an artist it wasn't always just about expressing my work ☀ if you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, i’ll be the light to guide you ☀ when you get elevated they love it or they hate it ☀ and i'm right over here, why can't you see me? oh and i'm giving it my all ☀ i’m the ghost of a girl that i want to be most. i'm the shell of a girl that i used to know well ☀ and i think of all the things of what you're doing in my head i paint a picture ☀ if it makes you happy it can't be that bad. if it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad ☀ sunny days, everybody loves them, tell me can you stand the rain ☀ have you ever closed your eyes, seen a vision and it took you away ☀ i just might have a problem that you'll understand, we all need somebody to lean on.
a painter paints pictures on canvas...
...musicians paint their pictures on silence.
livia williams - personality types
the mediator ✿ the loyalist ✿ neutral good the sun ✿ phlegmatic
seven deadly sin sloth
seven heavenly virtue kindness
hogwarts house hufflepuff
patronus swan
archetype 55% creative, 32% caregiver & 13% spiritual
positives - creative, passionate, friendly, loyal, protective, supportive, humble, compassionate, encouraging.
negatives - suspicious, scatterbrained, haughty, materialistic, weak-willed, forgetful, cowardly, irresponsible.
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