Chapter One - Tamsin Arrives

It had been a bumpy flight, but Tamsin was finally safe in Riverblossom Hills. She'd pooled the last of her inheritance money to buy a large section of land quite far outside of town. Perhaps she would find time to put in a garden, she had thought. The contractors had already put in a large stone foundation for her, and she had got together the consents for a house at the last minute. It would be earthy. Wooden.

She didn't really care about the house, to be honest. The weather sounded pretty mild in her new town, and she loved to sleep under the stars. So here she was at last.

The foundation looked good, and the toilet was already plumbed into it. She spent a good part of the morning painting her mailbox a planet-friendly green. This, she decided, would be her safe haven. She'd have nothing to worry about here, she could just tinker away, saving the Earth, baking vegan muffins, and inviting friends around for nectar and gnubb. No commitments... ...well, except the maintenance on her house. But otherwise, she could live as a free spirit.

Her first goal, while still new to the area, was to scope out the stomping grounds of her professional idol - Professor Threadneedle. The professor wasn't exactly famous - she wasn't a celebrity - but everyone who worked in the field of eco-technology was aware of her work. This went doubly for Tamsin. Tamsin was, if anything, a little obsessed with Threadneedle, which is why she could hardly contain her excitement as she arrived at Threadneedle's own Inventorium, a gallery of widgets, whatzits and wonders!

She wandered the building, reading wall texts, fiddling with displays, and imagining that she might stumble through a door only to find Threadneedle herself hammering away at some breath-taking project. What would she say? She realised she wasn't even sure precisely what the professor looked like! Could the Indian lady downstairs have been her?

Tamsin's bunsen of thought was extinguished suddenly as an attractive guy in the stairwell casually threw her a peace sign. She returned it. He was the first person who had gone out of his way to acknowledge her in town, so he immediately had her attention.

His name was Perseus, she liked that. Very avant-garde. Very classical. Very cool. As they talked she felt that perhaps he, too, was a free spirit. Someone she could really bond with. She invited him to come to the bar next door, Cog, for a drink, but he had other things to do that night. She had to admit, she was a little downcast at the bar. The place was very empty, but that made sense, she had arrived on a Sunday night. She ordered a dish that sounded meat-free, and took in her surroundings. She liked this bar. Perhaps it could be her regular?


There was a lone pianist in the corner, Tosha Go according to the mixologist, who played a lively tune all for Tasmin. All up, it had been a good day in her new home.

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Challenge Notes

Not much happened to advance the challenge on the first day, but it's a beginning. Perseus is an early obvious candidate to father Tamsin's children, being a young mixologist who might not be looking to settle down. The fact that Tamsin got the Inventor income is what lead to the obsession with Threadneedle, who she may eventually meet. I'm trying not to push interaction too much in the early days. Tamsin goes places, and if there's someone who seems appropriate, she might strike up conversation. The foundations for her house were quite a splurge. She's totally broke.