roseshavethorns: (She means business)
Dedicate Rosethorn ([personal profile] roseshavethorns) wrote in [community profile] lastvoyageslogs2015-11-23 01:12 pm
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[Woman of Good Repute]

Who: Aunt Rose and OPEN
Where: Salvation Apothecary, about town
When: All but the last couple days-ish of the breach
What: Before You Get Bumrushed wild west breach
Warnings: TBA

Even with an influx of new faces in town, Rose Shelby feels no need to advertise her own business. The locals know both where to find her and of her reputation for being very, very good, both at mixing medicines and at midwifery, when it's called for. As for the newcomers, well, it's no skin off her nose if they're daft enough not to know what to make of her little storefront, right in the middle of downtown with its sign declaring Salvation Apothecary, and a pictogram of a mortar and pestle for those poor sods who never learned to read.

She does, however, immediately start to stock up on hangover cures and balms for cuts and bruises. Strangers in town, in her lengthy experience, mean more drinking and more fighting. And lucky for her customers, she grows as much of her herbs as she buys or trades from local farms, traders, or orders from back east, so her shelves typically stay quite well-supplied.

To most of the town, she's Aunt Rose, though she's only a blood aunt to one Thomas Shelby. A gentle way, perhaps, of avoiding the fact that she's a lifelong spinster, now well past her marriageable years. It's one of the things she likes about the west - being a single woman of her age, and a shop proprietor at that - would make her something of a pariah among those with more sensitive constitutions in the cities. Here, people see her skills before her skirts.

She's a small woman, and fierce, with her fingers on the pulse of the community. She finds ways to get her medicine to those who can't afford it, and aids Pastor Boyd's charity ventures quite frequently. She even takes in strays with some frequency.

And when some of those strays have a criminal history - or when the topic turns to her beloved nephew's "business ventures," for that matter - well, she's always sure she has no idea what folks are talking about.

When she's not behind the counter at her shop, she can be found about town, visiting friends and clients or catching up on news with the neighbors. It's not uncommon for her to bring her nephew a lunch so he has something that isn't drunk or smoked, nor is anyone surprised when she gets in heated arguments with the town doctor on a regular basis.
swiveleyed: Peculiar-looking middle-aged man with dark curly hair and wide, penetrating eyes, in a long scarf (stare)

[personal profile] swiveleyed 2015-11-23 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The Dr. enters the apothecary like a tornado wrapped in a scarf, although catching himself enough to make a casual effort to doff his hat before removing it. He has no especial desire to bait Miss Shelby into one of her frequent rages, but he also has a mission.

He squares up to the counter, his long arms braced against it, and leans forward, scrutinising behind the counter with wild eyes.

"Horrible day, isn't it, Miss Shelby? I need Turkish tobacco, supplies for the synthesis of protoxide of nitrogen, enough foxgloves to poison a large dog, and another pot of that wonderful apple jam you used to make if you have any left over."
swiveleyed: (grin - cute)

[personal profile] swiveleyed 2015-11-23 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The Dr. swallows the lie. He'd been absent of any form of tobacco since that morning and his intellect, alertness and temper was beginning to miss it. Still, a man connected as he was to the divine circles of being should have the will to resist. In fact, when he thought about it, he had no headache at all! He stares out of the window, calculates how many days it would be before he could get any with desperate immediacy, and turns back around to face Miss Shelby, remembering she was still there.

"Well, nobody's dog, ideally," he says, brightening up. "I've always been very fond of dogs. No, it's other properties of Digitalis I'm interested in." His eyes briefly darken. "Did Iris or one of her gaggle ever tell you about my hearts?"

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bleak_midwinter: (Would you swear on the Holy Bible)

[personal profile] bleak_midwinter 2015-11-23 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, if it weren't for her, he doesn't know if he'd still be alive. The hangovers, for one- and the fires she puts out for him every now and then. They're the only family they have left in the world, and it's good to have each other.

Salvation isn't tiny, but it's not a big town, either, and Tommy can find time for her most days. Today, he's come to her place, carrying some biscuits and tea leaves he got off someone who was passing through. He hops up on her counter, rings the bell obnoxiously, and yells-

"Time to get your nose out of the fucking mortar!"
bleak_midwinter: (A surprise)

[personal profile] bleak_midwinter 2015-11-23 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles at her, fondly, and puts the tea and biscuits down on the counter: he might be softening her up for something, bringing her gifts. He might just be visiting his aunt, of whom he is very fond.

"I can't just have missed you, Rose?"

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[personal profile] fire_punk 2015-11-23 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin tethers his horse outside the shop. He usually tries to make do with what he can find around the ranch but some things don't grow well around a herd of cattle. He shoves the hat off his head as he opens the door.

"Got any rose leaves or mountain daisy in?"
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[personal profile] fire_punk 2015-11-23 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dried for both, if ya got it."

He manages not to blush at the way she looks at him but it's a near thing. He knows what most people think of him. Most people don't think much of Indians or half-breeds. It's why he stays to the outskirts of town when he can

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[personal profile] formerself 2015-11-23 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Eggsy carefully opens the door with his toe, manoeuvring his way around with his knees and hips so as not to upset the wooden crate occupying both arms. There's the sounds of bottles clinking inside, and paper packets rustling.

"Mornin', Miss Shelby! Your delivery came in."

He's been here not even a month and has decided that Aunt Rose is an intimacy he hasn't really earned yet - but he attaches no judgement to the Miss, having some fairly strong feelings about the right of a woman to remain unwed if it's better for her than the alternative might prove to be.

He eases the door shut with that same toe, so it doesn't slam.

"Where can I set this down?"

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[personal profile] no_tell_belle 2015-11-23 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Venus steps inside the door of the apothecary. She's got a small basket hanging in the crook of her arm, a few small packages already tucked in the basket. There's room for a another purchase or two, however.

She genuinely enjoys visiting the apothecary. Aside from the fact that it smells simply wonderful inside the shop, she is always glad to see Rose. She's a feisty little woman who knows her own mind and Venus admires that.

"Hello, Miss Rose. How are you today?"

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[personal profile] utselet 2015-11-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Aunt Rose is important to the town, and important to Tommy, and therefore it has been very, very important to Nina to stay on her good side. It helps that she actually likes the woman, with all her intensity and conviction, with the way Nina sees her helping even the people in this town that others wouldn't. The last few years of being a bit of a stray herself have taught her how rare that breed of kindness can be.

Today, Nina has decided that if Rose has taken responsibility for making sure Tommy eats, she can make sure Rose does. To that end, she brings a basket by with coffee, fresh cornbread, and cheese from the general store, a few slices of meat pie, and two little wrapped molasses puddings. "I thought we could have lunch together," she offers as she sets the basket on the counter. "Are you free?"

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[personal profile] withtheoldbreed 2015-11-24 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
After the kids have gone home for the day and Gene's packed up the school house (or, tried to, renovations are ongoing and the door doesn't really latch shut anymore), he stops by Rose's shop. He comes by pretty frequently and has been since he first moved out here as a kid, dropping by to ask questions or see if she's up for passing on any wisdom. The fact that he'd been sick a lot as a child likely contributes to it as well, but today he's coming in for a specific reason that doesn't have much to do with his own health.

He smiles almost immediately when he steps in, pleased to see her in the first place, and then more so when it's obvious she's alone, which means they'll have more time to talk.

"Afternoon, Aunt Rose. Hope I'm not disturbin' you."

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[personal profile] whatthewrackspurt 2015-11-24 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anyone for hairloss?"

Luna - resident undertaker - pops up in front of Rose Shelby's counter, eager and interested in what she considers to be her mortal counterpart.

"Only, I've had a man die last week with the most luxurious locks. I'm sure you could craft a good wig out of it, if you were looking to buy."

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[personal profile] witness_this 2015-11-24 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Furiosa knows Rose, but not well- and by her own preference so. She tends to keep to herself, and most appreciates the character of people who are willing to let her do just that.

It's why when she comes over to see about those repairs Tommy mentioned, she looks calm and pleased to be there, rather than a little ghoulish and irate.

She knocks on the doorframe, and pokes her head in.

"Rose?"

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2015-11-25 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean wasn't born in Salvation, but close to it; he certainly grew up here, swept in along the first sets of wagon trains that came out this way, staking his claim on the sweat of his back when they moved on without him, left him here with no family. He's honest, uneducated but hard working, and friendly. He's loyal, which is why he moved up eventually from ranch hand to foreman for Vergil Sparda, who owns most of the land out West of Salvation. It's also why he doesn't make it into town as much as he used to, unless it's time to stock up on something or other for the operation.

She used to see him a lot more: he practically raised Gene, who was always much too sickly to be out this far from civilization, but somehow between the two of them that boy made it to adulthood. Now after he checks in with Gene, Dean always lets his distinctive but aging black mare carry him to this particular store front, always has a bit of money left over to spend on something here. It benefits the both of them, and he always enjoys speaking with her.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Rose," he calls as he steps in the door, leaving his mare at the trough outside.

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[personal profile] bodilesswarrior 2015-11-26 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The first time Stephanie came home covered in cuts and bruises - or, at least, the first time Barbara was privy to them - she was furious She was quite ready to march out into the night, secretly confiscated nightstick in hand, and put the fear of God into the man who touched her daughter.

It wasn't as simple as that. No, Stephanie had taken it upon herself to patrol the streets, in ways she could never do by the light of day. All of Barbara's ranting and lecturing left her completely unmoved; she hadn't been this stubborn since she discovered her mother's own secret.

It's hardly fair, really, because goodness knows Barbara had been tempted towards this very thing time and again, and she had taught her daughter some basic means of self defence. She ended up sewing up the tears in her suit and treating her wounds as best she could.

Now, she's at Rose's apothecary for more supplies.

Her smile is rueful as she steps inside. "Newcomers keeping you busy, Rose?"