[audio] @silver; Backdated to the fifth [open]

[shadowsran]

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

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@fuckboy69

[sauntered_downward]

I can only supervise the building of the greenhouses right now, but I still can help with the designs like we talked about.

@riku; voice

[equinoctials]

I'll help with construction. Shaping lumber is gonna be slow going, though. We got far enough to make two rowboats, so it's possible.

What about the rest of the materials?

[ Like... plastic sheeting or something, right? ]

Knew someone who used to garden. I think she said something about eggshells and fish bones being good for the soil. Is that true?

@jupitersgrace; voice

[notthatjason]

I can't say I know a lot about gardening, but I can certainly help with any heavy lifting you might need. I'm not too bad with a hammer either -- if you need help with constructing buildings anyway.

Just let me know where I need to be.

[shadowsran]

Dented up, huh?

That suits fine, long as you can factor material we're short on. Dunno how much glass we could lift without ruining whatever's inside, but plastic can do about the same. And I'm hearing wood's tricky.

@daylit.

[sunborne]

I can help with gardening!

[ daylight practically hollers that out because !!! other garden buddies!!

but, okay, alright, cool- daylight tries to dial back his enthusiasm as he continues, ] I can garden. I, um, kind of specialise in flowers and herbs but I can help out with vegetation. And I actually asked Rastus for some gardening supplies and everything! I managed to get them out of the waters, more or less safe.

[ ... though some seed packets ended up drowning. rip, flowers... ]

@eleven, voice

[savingthrows]

Plague doctor?

[The voice is young, and the way she speaks slightly stilted, as if her mouth forms words she doesn't quite know. She stumbles over plague, to be precise, less so over doctor. One of those she clearly doesn't understand, and there's puzzlement in her voice.]

Are those... birds, from here?

audio; @bacura

[mellowyellow]

Pine? Really?

[So not able to hold back those blissful giggles.]

So they're pine cones?

[sauntered_downward]

More or less.

Plenty of glass in the church, I imagine. We could use that, maybe some of these cabins no one is using. We can figure it out.

TEXT, @HK

[catholicisms]

There's some manner of gardening supplies in the store, if you haven't checked it out yet. I don't know anything about gardening, though I'm happy to learn if you need help with any of the plots.

The mask is a good idea. ( too bad he won't ask for one OR brave the outdoors and losing his lunch to try and make one himself. )

[shadowsran]

I don't think everyone who repaired it would appreciate us boosting it, or the...whatever's living in there.

But cabins might work, in some part. Not entirely, but ceilings maybe.

[sauntered_downward]

We'd really just need the windows.

[shadowsran]

I've poked around enough to feel good tool-wise, but I'm worried about things like seeds, and anything that'll keep things safe through winter.

Do you want one? I'm having a very, very boring afternoon and now I can offer pine or cookie scent. [Her mood is bad and she's going to walk over and deliver fake-beak immediately, just you watch.]

[shadowsran]

For greenhouses, I mean. I'm assuming this place is gonna get snow, we...might have more people coming, so we can't leave tons of cabins impossible to heat. Two or three panes each, if that's how it happens.

[sauntered_downward]

I think that the only way new people are getting here sank to the bottom of the lake.

[catholicisms]

That I'm not sure. There was someone collecting seeds at some point, I'm not sure how far that project went.

That's kind of you, but I'm sure someone else needs it more. ( i mean, obviously he is fine. that's why the blind guy chose to text, even though it's far more difficult than just using the voice features!!! )

[shadowsran]

Even if nothing came in on the ferry there ought to be something...scroungeable.

Ain't hard to make, Matt. Paper, rubber band, filling. I'll run one over. Tree bothered any?

[shadowsran]

Nothing we can say for sure yet.

And I don't think breaking up housing if anyone wants to move out of the Invincible's the best PR move - hard limit on panes, if we've got to do that.

[sauntered_downward]

You're the boss. I'll just design it how I know best.

[shadowsran]

[Ba-dum-tissssssss.]

If that's what you're aiming for, then yep. Could mix and match, but cinnamon or pine are strongest. This an order?

[She made like ten just to keep her hand busy someone step up and bite inhale this bullet.]

Action cuz that's how he rolls

[worthallthis]

[Every day (24-hour period) since the ferry, the Soldier has come to Handler Misty's door twice a day, every 12 hours, like clockwork. Every 12 hours, it would knock on the door twice and wait for 5 very long minutes for her to answer it. Then it would make a circuit around her house twice to make sure all her windows are secure and no holes had appeared in her wall, and tidy up anything she left outside. Then it would stare sadly at the front window for another 2 minutes, and finally slouch off.

This is its punishment for the ferry. It understands this. Even if it is a terrible, awful, worse-than-electrocution punishment. (Okay, maybe not worse. But close to as bad.) It deserves this. Misty is the only one even bothering to punish it, so it's almost comforting, even if it's not electrocution.

Today, still a little shaky from the previous day's memory malfunctions and the remaining awful smell that it's half-sure at any given moment will cause another malfucntion, it is starting the routine again. It doesn't have much hope that Handler Misty will let up on its punishment, but it's still going to try, because its handler needs to know it will still support her in anything she wishes to do, even if it is being punished.]

[shadowsran]

Much appreciated.

[Private]
....How are you?

[shadowsran]

[Livid and hurt as she still is - will be, until such a time as any of the involved parties take on the herculean task of convincing her it wasn't an attempt to selfishly leave everyone for dead - time goes on. Always more to worry about. Preparation to be done. Chill in the air. And self-imposed lockdown puts her ill at ease, so the options are relent or go stir crazy.

The door opens, slowly. Partially reluctance, partially because she dreads her useless arm being acknowledged. Her gaze is even.]

Hey.

[worthallthis]

[That... that wasn't even 2 minutes. She opened the door. The Soldier tries not to look hopeful, tries not to look like it wants to smile. It only kind of does, anyway, because obviously it deserved this punishment.

But now it can see her, and it feels even more like not seeing her had been awful, and it doesn't want to go back to not seeing her. So after a brief flash of surprise and hope, it carefully flattens its expression down again.]

Handler Misty.

[What does one say. What does one do. Fall back on routine from before the ferry incident? It tries that first, after probably too long of a pause.]

Is there anything I can help you with today?

[shadowsran]

[It doesn't go unnoticed, and it's as warming as it is confusing. Frustrating. One is not supposed to betray trust and come back looking sympathetic. She ducks inside briefly, resurfacing with a shovel.]

Garden setup. Not in any position to be doing it myself, today.

[shadowsran]

[Youthfulness registers easily, and it prompts warmth enough into Misty's tone in return:]

Nah. They were back in medieval times, plagues are lots of people getting sick. They didn't know as much about medicine as we do - figured smelling bad things meant you were breathing sickness in, had to keep it away with stuff like flowers. Masks with big cones over the noses, so they look birdlike. This is just about smell, though, and these only go over the nose. Bothering you any, the smell?

[People don't seem to have good pasts here, and it doesn't take a genius to presume it might present an issue for some denizens.]

--You're new, I figure? I'm Misty.