farming in the dead of winter; [OTA]

[thishurts]

Who: Jimmy (thishurts) & YOU

What: Jimmy setting up his little farm

When: Early-Mid December

Where: Library, Around Town and in the Farmlands, and at his own Farm

Warning(s): dyslexia frustrations and depression mentions


( Jimmy time )

entry + dec. catch all | ota

[shadowguardian]

« Who: Heismay and you!
« What: Smol bat, smol town, smol island
« When: late December
« Where: The Oak and Iron, the Docks, Fall's Promise Cemetary, Downtown, Outskirts of Town, Lockwood Forest
« Content Warnings: reference to death of a child, references to unhealthy relationships with alcohol

[ Drinking and People Watching At The Oak and Iron ]

It would not have been a good thing even a year ago, he thinks, to be housed somewhere with such easy access to drink. Thankfully, it has been some months since he was driven to take a bottle in claw for reasons other than enjoyment, but it does not feel that long ago. How time flies when there is work to do, and when one is among friends. That, of course, is another danger: he is alone now, once again, and there is of course the temptation as the bartender places his drink on the counter.

And yet the grip on him seems as loose as ever. Remarkable, really. Or perhaps, not so remarkable as all that. Even now, his heart is with his companions, and his work is in the name of his prince. It would not do to revert to the man he was before he knew him, to act as if the lessons he had learned with him disappeared as soon as he was out of earshot.

None of these things are true, he reflects, as he settles down with his drink and his food, his corner picked for visibility and a back against the wall (once in the Shadowguard, always in the Shadowguard) to watch those who are enjoying their evening with him.

Should you be interested in the new face in the room, he would be happy to chat with you. Otherwise, you may find yourself nodded to respectfully should you meet his eye.

[ Fishing at the Docks ]

He's got no particular interest in the boats there, but he has always traveled with his fishing rod with him and that means that he's going to do as he always has: supplement some of his groceries with fish. Despite his knightly title, he'd never exactly been flush with cash, so fishing was often how food was put on the table.

He's not the sort of fisherman who doesn't want company; he's happy to talk bait or fish or just chat while they wait for a tug on the line, but he won't be moving for a few hours.

[ Reflecting at Fall's Promise Cemetary ]

He is aware of the situation on this island, of course. And his people do not, generally, utilize cemeteries and graves as the Sanctists do. But this is a place to mourn the dead, and thus it feels only right to visit here with his son.

He finds a tree to hang in, to meditate in with one claw around his necklace, and that is where he will be for some time, at least until it feels as if he ought to go.

Perhaps it is surprising, but he won't mind being spoken to. His son is with him always, and he knows his boy would never want him to ignore the living for him. Quite the contrary.

[ Patrolling all Around Town ]

He has never done a proper 'patrol' but he is aware of them; usually, he was the one avoiding them, slipping around them, gliding over their heads.

But he is now one of those tasked with protecting the people of this place in the light, a position he has come to be more comfortable with since he emerged from that cave in Martira, and thus he will spend some of his time just walking around the town, all corners of it, to ensure the safety of the people here and deal with any threats that may arise.

It once more reminds him of how many elda- humans, they call themselves here, and no wonder, there are here. Don't be surprised if he looks towards your ears or temples, because the lack of horns and long ears is still something he'll have to get used to. Which isn't to say his eyes aren't sharp for threats; they most certainly are. But he can't help that this is weird.

december catch all + a new 'you'

[dies_irate]

« Who: John Doe and YOU
« What: John's never had a job or a body. Thus, both of these things are going to require some investigation and some experimentation
« When: Late December
« Where: Arthur's apartment, with Yellow, any shop/workshop/stall/etc. willing
« Content Warnings: none other than 'occasional tentacles'

[ closed to Arthur - their apartment ]

Arthur is the first one who's going to see it, once he's made the decision. Well, 'decision' is a strong word. Once he's come up with a workable concept. It's definitely human. It works in some of the features he liked from a few different people he'd seen in New York and others he'd seen here in Pumpkin Hollow during his few excursions out. It's restricted a little by what feels right to him: the shape of his hands, his size, the way he moves. It's a translation, in a way, albeit one that takes artistic liberty, and he's still not sure how well he'll be able to keep it static.

...he's having trouble with that.

But when he feels like he's got said workable concept he's going to stick his (new) head around the corner and shout.

"Arthur! Come here, Arthur, I need your opinion on this!"

He's not sure what he'll do if he hates it but he needs feedback.

[ closed to Yellow - John's room at the Oak and Iron ]

...okay. He got the okay from Arthur. Now he has to-

Yes. He's going to let Yellow see it. Partially to see what he thinks, especially since it's so different from what he'd ended up with, certainly older looking (though he feels older, honestly, even if it's just by months or days or whatever length of time) and... otherwise-different-looking.

The other part is that he doesn't want Yellow assuming he's trying to be sneaky or hide from him or something. And to let him know that he takes the whole 'meet my dog' thing seriously. He does want to meet his dog. Even if he doesn't know how that'll go, exactly.

So he sends a message on the sending stone to meet him at the Oak and Iron, since he still has a room here, and hopes for the best.

[ Around Town - shops, streets, etc.]

...have you ever seen a man with such powerful "How do you do fellow kids?" energy who hasn't even approached a group of people yet?

Well, now you have.

John, dressed in what seems to be the Usual Clothing around here, is walking around the town, visiting every shop he can and seeing if any of the workshops are willing to let him in to take a look around. He wants to get a job, after all, and he's certainly willing to both learn AND work, but there's so many choices.

He's used to the choices being 'fall in a pit' or 'Arthur listens to me' and that second one rarely happens so really, this whole experience is new in every direction.

It does and doesn't help that he's trying this human look thing for the first time while he does it. The 'does' is that people are probably more willing to open their door to a burly looking man with big bright curious eyes who says he's looking for work over a robed and masked-but-not eldritch horror floating in on starry tentacles. The 'doesn't' is that someone has never had a facial expression before so the resting bitch face is real, okay?

He won't ignore the people out on the street either, to be fair; this whole social thing is New and Exciting after being the voice in the back of someone's head for most of his existence in a mortal realm. He does (thanks to a stint in New York City) know at least enough not to approach people to talk who are clearly doing their own thing. But he might be a little blatant with his curiosity if you're doing something interesting. He also doesn't know the social rules of mind-your-own-business well enough to avoid a situation if it looks like someone's in trouble.