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He’s been modeling ​dropping and rolling in the mean times of the freezes. Wounds aren’t a huge barrier to slow stretches and movement. It was a stroke of good luck in disguise to be wounded at the same time that Notkin needed healing. Sure, he could go to Cub’s place, or head on over to Stakh’s to get a medical opinion, but Notkin’s also the type to want the control in his own hands. 

Only way to get that kind of thing is to teach it, which is why he’s got a kid’s whole leg in his hands and is bending it incredibly slowly and manually to stretch it out. 

“If you ain’t a toucher, I gotcha. Still gotta do it myself. You don’t know enough to not break somethin’ else.”

Notkin needs muscle on it. A lot of the center parts of his calf are atrophied around the break. It’s healed and weak as hell.

[mistresscapella]

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A knock on the door.

“I know you’re here. Let me in or I’m letting myself in.” 

[clockpins]

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The clockshop hasn’t seen a scare in a while​, so he’d invested in taking a look at the brass knobs and locks of the place and making something functional with it. It required a casting mold, ceramic, and a second pair of hands dedicated to the practice. It’s only when he’s filing the interlocking pieces of a door lock with a thin jewelry file, a simple thing, that he realizes how much shit it actually takes to train a tyke. 

He’d given Notkin the honor of running the brass knobs under some mild polish to finish it off. There’s enough to cover the entire house, sprawled out in the tidy backroom workshop tables. His people stop in and out themselves to pick things up. Some of them have claimed rooms for themselves and are patching the places they’ve claimed up. It’s a benefit to them all they do, but it doesn’t fix the floors or insulation in the downstairs up.

Grief files the last brass place and collects the screws for the job. His hand drill’s somewhere upstairs being used by someone else. 

“Penny said your second’s lurkin’ around Yelena’s before he left. She’s one of our folk by association, y’know.”

[mistresscapella]

“Here it is.” She says, popping the small latch inside the desk drawer. It’s her father’s desk - the one in his main office. Inside is a key, which she pockets. “This will open it.”

Another instance of ‘remembering’ things she wasn’t there for. A vision: the key in the drawer, the key in a box, the box in a room, her father putting the box in the room, the key in the box, the key in the drawer...

Capella has sent out invitations to dinner for Doctors Dankovsky and Burakh for the following evening. It’s going to serve dual purpose. They need to discuss what happened at Aspity’s home as well as the individual concerns she has with both - her brother’s attack on Dankovsky and the return of Burakh’s stolen goods. 

She doesn’t need premonition to know it’s going to be fairly awkward, at least at first. 

“I saw him using this to hide something in one of the closets upstairs. If its another artifact, I want to find it - I don’t want to miss any.”

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