Anne supposed that they weren't so very far from the compound now, but after it had gotten dark none of them had wanted to continue on, particularly after the close call with Joe. So pulling together some fallen branches and leaves and clearing a spot on the ground, they made themselves quite the cozy little campsite for the night. Joe had fallen ( Read more... )

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Anne had found the butter churn -- very basic and homemade, but very nearly what she would have used back at Green Gables -- in the compound, where someone obviously kept it to protect it from the elements. The cream she collected herself, in the process keeping the kitchen supplied with enough milk to last a little while, as not nearly enough ( Read more... )

Following Anne's thread with Mamet here:

( Anne doesn't know that the remedy Mamet gave her is something she shouldn't have... )

Two days wasn't a very long time, not in the grand scheme of things, but it was enough to Anne to stop bursting into tears all the time and start to move on again. In some ways, it would've been easier if Constable Turnbull had died, and she could comfort herself with the knowledge that he was in God's hands now. As it was, she had no way of ( Read more... )

Anne was able to get into her skirt and blouse, for she hadn't grown any taller, but they hugged her body in ways they hadn't before and made her quite uncomfortable. She'd seen women wearing these sorts of things before and while they did look quite glamorous, in dresses of a proper cut, Anne could never imagine dressing herself quite so ( Read more... )

Anne visits Turnbull at the IPD office/Canadian Consulate, eager to resume her duties alongside him. In the course of their conversation and lunch, they may have arranged a get-together that could possibly be construed by some as a date. Maybe. Though they would certainly not call it that.

( Turnbull very rarely had time in his day to do something that wasn't paperwork of his own inventing... )

( OOC: Tracking election nominations )

Usually when Anne found herself in the wikiup village known as the Hidden Hamlet, she was giddy with excitement about soon having her own home there as well. It was so small and perfect and she couldn't imagine a nicer place on the island to be. But today, today she had a very solemn duty that kept her from twirling her skirts and basking in her ( Read more... )