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Yarns and Back Loops || Zeba and Jack

jack-baker-mcmaster:

"Aye, my Gran taught me. I was always her little helper, while Ian was off slaying dragons, I was learning the yarn and kitchen arts. A bit of midwifery too, but I wouldn’t touch it honestly. She was good with that, I would fail epic. I’m better and cooking and yarn stuffs." He ran his hand over her work. "Nice," he said, smiling.

"I’m sure you were a very helpful little lad,” she said passing him a ball of yarn and giggling at the image in her mind. Clasping a hand over her mouth she glanced up at the top bunk.”I found the yarn just sitting in a basket in the corner of the living room — convenient, really. And thank you — mostly just winging the pattern,” She smiled at his compliment. “You excited to be an uncle?” she asked after a moment.

Yarns and Back Loops || Zeba and Jack

jack-baker-mcmaster:

Jack could see the glow of the flash light coming from the lower bunk. Riley was totally crashed out next to Trip who was snoring softly. Jack climbed down to the lower bunk to investigate and smiled when he saw Zeba there, thread in hands. He crawled in next to her, his shoulder touching hers. “Hey Z, need any help?

"I didn’t wake you did I?" Zeba asked, brows furrowing as she slid over to make space for Jack next to her. "I thought the three of you were far enough gone that I wouldn’t disturb you." At his question, she cocked her head. "You crochet? Is there anything you don’t do?" He was full of surprises, and she was glad for it because they were always useful ones. "Making a blanket and some things — hat, booties, what not — for Nik and the baby. I’ve not done this in years, though."

Yarns and Back Loops || Zeba and Jack

It was late, and the room was quiet save for the sound of the sea at a distance and the rustle of the yarn as she worked. She’d not heard a peep from the other three in some time, and assumed they were lost to sleep. Even so, she worked carefully by the light of the flashlight.

She’d been meaning to work on this project for weeks, but seeing as Nik’s due date was fast approaching she was running out of time to keep putting it off. Crocheting had never really been her thing, but the babe deserved to have nice things when he arrived. 

Fire wood || Keera & Zeba

keeraanne:

Keera gave a little laugh, trying to count the days or months in her head for a moment before giving up.  ”Well I’m told it gets much much much colder.  I can only imagine what the wind is going to feel like coming off the ocean once the winter hits.  Good thing to stock up on teas and what not now.”  She shrugged.  

She could help but snicker as they walked.  ”Clover?  Very irish.”  She joked as they got a bit farther out.  She’d been running this way every morning, not seeing the point in getting soft out in the irish country side.  Truthfully most of her time thee days she was spending on her own, trying to avoid everything going on.  Still she wouldn’t know what any of this stuff looked like besides the basics.  ”Just point me where you need me and we can fill the goodie bags.”  She looked around as they got into one of the clearings where she could pick out some mint and other plants that she couldn’t identify, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I think I’ll take up hibernating when winter hits," Zeba said, wrinkling up her face at the prospect of yet another cold winter. "May have to take to leeching heat from somebody, I hate being cold. And yeah. I’d like to find what we can before the seasons start changing — with all the rain we’ve been getting there is probably a lot of green growing." 

In the clearing, Zeba sighed. The smell of the growth was refreshing — crisp and alive. “It feels good to be out and about.” Leaning over she picked up a sprig of what she recognized as Perilla Mint. “This mint here is not good — can be toxic. Ought’ta make sure Cow doesn’t take to grazing it. See how the leaves are sorta purpilish? Just make sure we don’t grab it by mistake.” Zeba nodded, glad that some of her reading was paying off. “This stuff here looks like something we could use.” She gestured at the ground and knelt down to begin gathering up their pharmacy. 

Upgrade || Riley and Zeba

rileylexbaker:

Riley wrinkled her nose grinning from ear to ear. “I like Jack’s little scruffy patches he has. It tickles. And I must admit Trip has one badass beard going. It’s all nice and kempt too.” She mused turning the crown of the old wristwatch observing the hands as they spun about the face. When they’d made a full clockwise turn, Riley set the time back to what it used to be 3:28 PM. Despite the forlorn trinket set about her wrist, she was glad her mind was somewhat drawn away from it. Talking about the men in their lives amused her. Something she hadn’t done before as she never ventured to make female friends.

When Zeba spoke up after the giggling subsided, she cocked her head in the other woman’s direction. Riley shook her head. “I don’t think it’s overly optimistic at all. It would nice to go back to the way things were, but I don’t think it would be such an easy transition.” She remarked noticing Zeba get to her feet. She followed suit helping to grab any loose articles that she had wanted to take with her. “Anything else you’re forgetting? Got all that you need?”

Zeba chuckled under her breath at Riley’s description of Trip’s facial hair. “One badass beard,” she repeated, the word foreign in her mouth. Even given the world’s current status quo, swearing had never become part of her day to day vocabulary. She’d noticed a few of the others had adopted a more colorful way of speaking than they’d previously used, but they also seemed to have something to prove. “Well,” she said simply, smiling, “the beard suits the man.”

Glancing back over her shoulder, she shrugged before looking back at the box of trinkets in her arms: A set of golden bangles, a tattered copy of the Quran, the watch her parents had given to her years ago, and a few other odds and ends she’d managed to bring with her from the Underground. “I think this i it — besides, not like the room’s far away. Can always come back.”

Breaking Bad || Zeba and Kathy

kathyxbarnettx:

Kathy had to bite her lip to keep from smiling when Zeba jumped, even more so when her friend tried to explain what she was doing. Keeping her arms crossed she pressed her nails into her palms to keep from laughing. “I didn’t see you here, and yet here you are?” Raising an eyebrow she unfolded her arms and looked at the door, “yes it was a closed door, but correct me if I’m wrong, aren’t you supposed  to be in quarantine?”

Noticing the wince Kathy’s face went soft and she sighed. “Are you sick too and avoiding taking care of yourself?” She was worried about Jack and Trip, getting sick was never good, especially not at the end of the world. “Is it getting any better?”

Zeba sighed. The jig was up. “I technically am supposed to be in quarantine yes, but seeing as I made the rules —” she smirked at Kathy before letting it fall into a smile. “I’m kidding, but I needed some stuff for Trip and Jack from here and figured it was better for me to sneak out than to ask one of you to deliver anything to ground zero.”

Twitching at an itch in her nose she shook her head. “No, so far so good. I’m fine. Riley, too. The guys seem to have only shared their germs with each other. They’re both doing okay — Jack’s stir crazy and near delirious. Trip’s grumpy.” She shrugged with a small laugh. “What about out here?” She assumed no news from Cara to be good news.

House Call || Nik and Zeba

nik-mcmaster:

"I’m sure you’ll do your best," she said softly, her hand coming over her belly softly. She looked up, rolling her eyes, "I just don’t like her because I know she doesn’t like me but I just don’t need to rub her bad shit in my face. Can’t she just keep her shit to herself and not throw it in my face ?" she sighed then, letting her shoulders drop, "I just don’t need her negativity, that’s all. If she can just ignore me, I won’t have anything to complain about. At least when it comes to her," she added with a slight smile.

Nik nodded, smiling, “Yes, I’ll ask him as soon as he’s here,” she smiled, “But I think he might know how to write Gaelic,” she said, frowning before smiling. “Keep the surprise, I like it,” she added, smiling, making her nose crinkle.

Zeba nodded, smiling warmly at the younger woman. She knew she would do all she could, and was glad Nik had faith in that fact. “Well, hopefully we all find some sort of peace, right?” She slid her chair back from the table and picked up her own empty mug of tea, offering in kind to take Nik’s as well. Turning to take the cups to the sink, she rinsed them out and set them upside down to drip dry. 

"I appreciate it, and it’ a secret as long as you want it to be so." Zeba smiled. She really needed to get working on it if she was going to finish before the baby was born. "Well, that or Connor comes." Sighing, she brushed her hands off on her jeans and turned back to Nik. "I really ought to get going. Have a list of things to do in the clinic. I’ll stop by again soon? Or you could come visit me next time." She smirked, knowing she preferred staying close to home. "Keep up the good work, momma. You and the baby are in good shape."

Breaking Bad || Zeba and Kathy

kathyxbarnettx:

Kathy was still getting up early, although sleeping better and since it wasn’t raining she decided to go for a walk. The hooded sweatshirt was warm but she could still feel the damp in the air. As she headed out she saw the shape of a person head into the clinic. It looked like Zeba, but that couldn’t be since she was in quarantine. Shaking her head she headed over to the clinic, tucking her jeans into the boots she had on.

Stepping through the flooded waters she saw Zeba moving things around and smiled to herself. Crossing her arms she leaned against the door frame and waited for Zeba to notice her. Kathy could hear the rain had started again and she rolled her eyes at having to walk back in it, but this catching of her friend was amusing.

Zeba was taking too long to notice so Kathy cleared her throat and forced her face into a stern look. “Aren’t you supposed to be behind closed doors?”

At the sound of a voice, Zeba jumped and spun around. She was glad she’d already stowed away the items she’d collected or they’d surely have all fell from her arms. “Kathy,” she exclaimed, eyes wide and a myriad of retorts and excuses racing through her mind. “Um, well, see — you didn’t see me here.” She winced at the one her mouth had chosen. “And, well technically, that is a closed door.” She nodded towards the door of the clinic. “Or at least it was until you followed me in here.” 

Clearing her throat she winced at the slight scratchiness she felt there. “I needed a few things — the guys’ fevers are still pretty high.” Didn’t think I’d run into anyone at this hour. 

Breaking Bad || Zeba

zeba-m-ahsan:

Zeba sat up from where she was sleeping on one of the bottom bunks and carefully surveyed her roommates. All three of them appeared to be sleeping, though with the amount of sniffling and throat clearing going on between Jack and Trip, it was a somewhat dubious conclusion to draw. This quarantine, though necessary for the sake of them all, was nothing short of frustrating. The boys’ fevers were still lingering (though thankfully not as high as they had been), and the cold bug was still reigning supreme. She was about done with sitting by and trying to nurse them with tea, coffee and rest when she had what she needed in the clinic. 

Changing into a pair of jeans, she slipped into her jacket and quietly crept towards the door, easing it open without a creak. It was early still. She’d surely be able to make to the clinic and back before anyone was the wiser. 

The morning was grey and wet, and Zeba’s boots sunk down into the super saturated yard. It wasn’t actively raining, but from the looks of the clouds, that was only a temporary arrangement. Pulling Trip’s jacket more snugly around her shoulders, she ducked her head and made for the clinic. The clinic was, as she’d feared, flooded from the rain water that’d leaked beneath the crack in the bottom of the door. Thankfully, though, nothing important was stored at ground level. 

Making her way to the cabinet, she grabbed out some of the chamomile she had collected with Keera. After only a moment’s contemplation, she unlocked the medicine cabinet and also grabbed the nearly empty bottle of aspirin and the lone bag of mentholated cough drops.  Securing these items in an inner pocket of the jacket, she surveyed the clinic. Once Jack and Trip were back up on their feet, she was going to have a lot of work to do here. 

As an after thought, she grabbed the jar of instant coffee from the counter — she’d used the last of her stash in the house already — and prepared herself to brave the rain that’d begun falling once again. 

So far, so good. Nobody would be any the wiser that she’d broken her own quarantine. 

Breaking Bad || Open

zeba-m-ahsan:

Zeba sat up from where she was sleeping on one of the bottom bunks and carefully surveyed her roommates. All three of them appeared to be sleeping, though with the amount of sniffling and throat clearing going on between Jack and Trip, it was a somewhat dubious conclusion to draw. This quarantine, though necessary for the sake of them all, was nothing short of frustrating. The boys’ fevers were still lingering (though thankfully not as high as they had been), and the cold bug was still reigning supreme. She was about done with sitting by and trying to nurse them with tea, coffee and rest when she had what she needed in the clinic. 

Changing into a pair of jeans, she slipped into her jacket and quietly crept towards the door, easing it open without a creak. It was early still. She’d surely be able to make to the clinic and back before anyone was the wiser. 

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