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ph_logs2024-06-03 02:18 pm
theydrewfirstblood) wrote in ph_logs2024-06-03 02:18 pm
radio transmission [June Catch-All]
Who: John Rambo (theydrewfirstblood), Sally Boyle (sunshinesally) & Arthur Morgan (mistermorgan), John Rambo & YOU!
What: June catch-all for John Rambo, plus John finally gets together with the neighbors to socialize.
When:Throughout June
Where: Baker Ranch & all around Da Hollow
Warning(s): Canon typical warnings for the FIRST BLOOD/RAMBO franchise: action movie violence, mentions & possible remembered depictions of torture, death, PTSD, flashbacks, police brutality, incarceration, & outdated offensive language--will add more if they come up.
Covey Leader Calling Raven, Come In Raven! (Dinner Party, closed to Arthur and Sally)
John's tried to get to know his neighbors a little--at least he knows Sally, and received a heartening greeting when he dropped by one day to let her know he had the parcel next door. It's good to see her occasionally, and Gwen, too. Makes him miss Lou a little less.
She, of course, tells him they should all get together sometime--and when the bank approves his request for an expansion, he drops by to invite the pair over to celebrate.
They say yes, so he offers to host--nothing fancy, either, Morgan just doesn't seem the type. Plus he told them it was okay to bring Gwen, so he takes a few days to find what he needs after telling them it's a casual setup...and when they come over, he's set up a makeshift barbecue pit he's just getting some venison steaks going on, while Co is a couple yards away trying to peck at Sam the rooster, who just avoids her nonsense and patiently tries to preen her feathers into place..
When he spots them, he waves with a smile and crosses over to greet them.
"Back in my time 'n locale, nothin' beats a good ol' fashioned backyard barbecue." he explains. "We can eat inside where it's more comfortable, or hang around out here, but while things're cookin' I thought I could show you a few things happening around here if you want."
Company Leader To Identify Baker Team (Ranch, OTA)
Once John gets his ducks in a row, the upgrades for the ranch start pretty fast: namely, the acquisition of land.
He's happy to do the work himself, but some parts need more than one set of hands, and knows it'll go a little faster with help. There's no official call, but he hits up a few people and mentions to the servers at the Oak & Iron he's befriended that he's willing to feed and water anyone interested in helping out.
So there's no official work party, but if you hear that Baker Ranch is upgrading? The offer stands: drop by, put in an hour or two, and you'll go home with a full belly and maybe a few little gifts of jerky, pelts, or trinkets crafted from beads of wood and bone.
Lone Wolf To Wolf Den (Forest, OTA)
John does most of the border work solo--marking off the fence placement for his new land allotment, and doing some minor clearing to keep his game safe in the little preserve he's creating. In doing so, he snags a couple hares to add to his growing menagerie, and looks into the necessary approval to remove a tree just a bit past the buffer he's been approved to clear. The branches breach his property boundary, and he doesn't want to risk any larger birds hassling his rabbits and hares.
He does his usual hunting as well...and he keeps an eye out for the wolf he met a while ago.
It's not his dog. Never will be, wolves can't be tamed, but this one is so different--already half domesticated. He was a good hunting buddy, and he had such great temperament...
Yeah, John kind of wants to keep him. He takes his breaks during construction near the new boundary, a bowl of broth-soaked meat nearby to hopefully draw him out. He spends his evenings out there as well, considering maybe a little shrine to Serranai while scanning the brush every time there's a single sound.
He works, he waits...and he maybe sends a little prayer to Serranai, and occasionally Kora (she did say Korra would be available if John needed her), in hopes of seeing the wolf again.
Talk To Me, Johnny (Wildcard)
Choose Your Own Rambo!
theydrewfirstblood), Sally Boyle (sunshinesally) & Arthur Morgan (mistermorgan), John Rambo & YOU! What: June catch-all for John Rambo, plus John finally gets together with the neighbors to socialize.
When:Throughout June
Where: Baker Ranch & all around Da Hollow
Warning(s): Canon typical warnings for the FIRST BLOOD/RAMBO franchise: action movie violence, mentions & possible remembered depictions of torture, death, PTSD, flashbacks, police brutality, incarceration, & outdated offensive language--will add more if they come up.
Covey Leader Calling Raven, Come In Raven! (Dinner Party, closed to Arthur and Sally)
John's tried to get to know his neighbors a little--at least he knows Sally, and received a heartening greeting when he dropped by one day to let her know he had the parcel next door. It's good to see her occasionally, and Gwen, too. Makes him miss Lou a little less.
She, of course, tells him they should all get together sometime--and when the bank approves his request for an expansion, he drops by to invite the pair over to celebrate.
They say yes, so he offers to host--nothing fancy, either, Morgan just doesn't seem the type. Plus he told them it was okay to bring Gwen, so he takes a few days to find what he needs after telling them it's a casual setup...and when they come over, he's set up a makeshift barbecue pit he's just getting some venison steaks going on, while Co is a couple yards away trying to peck at Sam the rooster, who just avoids her nonsense and patiently tries to preen her feathers into place..
When he spots them, he waves with a smile and crosses over to greet them.
"Back in my time 'n locale, nothin' beats a good ol' fashioned backyard barbecue." he explains. "We can eat inside where it's more comfortable, or hang around out here, but while things're cookin' I thought I could show you a few things happening around here if you want."
Company Leader To Identify Baker Team (Ranch, OTA)
Once John gets his ducks in a row, the upgrades for the ranch start pretty fast: namely, the acquisition of land.
He's happy to do the work himself, but some parts need more than one set of hands, and knows it'll go a little faster with help. There's no official call, but he hits up a few people and mentions to the servers at the Oak & Iron he's befriended that he's willing to feed and water anyone interested in helping out.
So there's no official work party, but if you hear that Baker Ranch is upgrading? The offer stands: drop by, put in an hour or two, and you'll go home with a full belly and maybe a few little gifts of jerky, pelts, or trinkets crafted from beads of wood and bone.
Lone Wolf To Wolf Den (Forest, OTA)
John does most of the border work solo--marking off the fence placement for his new land allotment, and doing some minor clearing to keep his game safe in the little preserve he's creating. In doing so, he snags a couple hares to add to his growing menagerie, and looks into the necessary approval to remove a tree just a bit past the buffer he's been approved to clear. The branches breach his property boundary, and he doesn't want to risk any larger birds hassling his rabbits and hares.
He does his usual hunting as well...and he keeps an eye out for the wolf he met a while ago.
It's not his dog. Never will be, wolves can't be tamed, but this one is so different--already half domesticated. He was a good hunting buddy, and he had such great temperament...
Yeah, John kind of wants to keep him. He takes his breaks during construction near the new boundary, a bowl of broth-soaked meat nearby to hopefully draw him out. He spends his evenings out there as well, considering maybe a little shrine to Serranai while scanning the brush every time there's a single sound.
He works, he waits...and he maybe sends a little prayer to Serranai, and occasionally Kora (she did say Korra would be available if John needed her), in hopes of seeing the wolf again.
Talk To Me, Johnny (Wildcard)
Choose Your Own Rambo!
Ranch
In typical Radar fashion, he didn't mention he was coming over, he's already moved a stack of hay bales out to feed some of the animals, and if anybody ducks into the nearest tool shed, they'll discover it's looking way more organized than the last time they saw it. He might not be in peak farm shape anymore after almost two years of clerking, but fenceposts aren't much heavier than a loaded-up litter; he hauls them around with only a little bit of struggle, hammering them into the ground one by one to mark out the line.
He whistles as he goes along. In theory, it's a melody. In practice... well, let's just say Radar has other strengths besides staying in tune.
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Still, when he goes to feed Danforth? He's already been fed. So's Delmar, the new stallion he's just recently taken possession of.
He's considering work on the fence around the new plot, so he heads for the tool shed and finds that it is, in fact, neater--someone even put his toolbox back together. Just the way he likes it.
Grabbing the box, he heads out to the back of the property...
...and there's his sneaky little helper. Whistling a frankly ancient tune it takes him a minute to identify as he approaches. When he does...
Radar may have trouble staying in tune, and he's not alone--a lack of skill, not for lack of trying, as John sings a verse while walking up behind Radar.
"They say that in the Army, you'll never get things done,
But Radar's almost finished before the fight's begun!
Oh, I don't want no more of Army life!
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!"
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"Gee Ma, I wanna go hoooome!" He finishes hammering the latest post before he turns around. "Hey Mr. Rambo, how's it going?"
He takes off his hat just long enough to swipe some of the sweat off his forehead, then resettles it over his hair.
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It's a clear joke, especially since John reaches into his back pocket and hands Radar a packet wrapped in some wax paper.
"Snack from the house--I make my own jerky." he explains. "And it's stag, so you won't be offending anyone."
John nods over his shoulder towards the hutch near the house with the rabbits he keeps for fun instead of food.
Radar just...strikes him as the type to worry.
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That's probably a yes.
"Oh, thank you, sir -- " He accepts the little bundle and unwraps the jerky. "I never had venison before. We're not supposed to shoot the deer that wander onto the farm back home, so my mom and Uncle Ed just try to chase 'em off."
Which suits him just fine! And even if Uncle Ed was allowed to hunt the deer... well, there's a difference between a big stag and a tiny helpless rabbit. He bites into the jerky and makes a small, approving noise.
"How're the rabbits doing?" he asks once he's swallowed.
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"Burns...that's 'Ferret Face,' right?" John asks only a little innocently, grinning as Radar tries the jerky. Mentioning the rabbits makes him smile as he steps away and nods for Radar to follow.
"C'mon and see--the ones I'm keeping tame are closer to the house." he explains. "Think I may keep one as a pet, you can say hello."
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He can say that now! He's out of the Army!
Happily, he tags along after John toward the rabbit hutch. "Which one're you thinking about keeping? Boy or girl?"
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"They're five weeks old, I haven't even sexed them yet. How--never mind." John laughs, shaking his head. "In the name, right?"
When Radar comes up alongside him, John slings a friendly arm around his shoulders just long enough to squeeze in a quick side hug before he starts walking towards the hutch again.
"C'mon, you can tell me which is which. Here, this way..."
When they reach the hutch, John opens it up and reaches in to pull out a tiny bunny, who eagerly allows themselves to be gathered to John's chest in a spot it clearly finds familiar and welcome.
"This one's the one I'm thinking of keeping--darker one might be adopted out to a friend of mine." he explains, then brightens.
"There's three altogether, the clutch I rescued...third one's yours if you want it? There in the corner, behind that sheet of bark. Little booger's a chewer, had to give 'em something to keep them busy."
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They reach the rabbit hutch; when John pulls out the little one, Radar can't stifle a soft exclamation. "Oh, look at her! Hi there, li'l girl. Aren't you sweet! You're real brand new, huh?" Unable to resist, he reaches to stroke the baby rabbit's ears, giving her a little scritch on the back. She's so soft. He loves that about rabbits: every time you hold one, it's like touching the coziest, most comfortable clothes you ever wore.
But then John mentions the third rabbit. Instantly distracted, he peers into the hutch and gasps when he catches sight of the aforementioned little booger, an even tinier fawn-colored boy. "I didn't even hear you back there!" he says. "Hi, fella. You've gotta be the quietest chewer in the world, aren't you?"
(To be fair, Radar's attention was split by the other adorable rabbits nearby.)
He looks up at John, entranced. "I can really keep him if I wanna?"
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He laughs, reaching in to give the rabbit the gentlest possible scritch atop his head.
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The stranger comes jogging up to where Radar's hauling fenceposts, looking both curious and uncertain.
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Yeah, the stranger doesn't look a whole lot older than Radar himself, but punctuating everything with a sir is pretty much reflex after almost two years in the Army.
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(He misses Curtis pretty much all the time, but every so often he'll get blindsided by missing a particular someone else from the Tail -- Grey, or Tanya, or Painter, or even someone long dead like Evie or Sunil, someone he hasn't thought of in years.)
"Yeah, I met John at the, what's it, the potluck, a few months back. He's a good sort."
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Aw, nuts. You'd think Radar missed out on the chance to become a millionaire, with how he droops at that revelation.
"I only got here a couple weeks ago. Well, there's gotta be another one sometime, huh? They've got all sorts of stuff going on around here all the time." Together, they maneuver the post into place, and Radar gets out his hammer to give the top a few good whacks. "Hey, maybe more people'll show up where you're from by then."
Wait. Was that something he wasn't supposed to hear? He got distracted by the potluck talk.
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(It doesn't occur to him that might have been anything but a guess.)
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"Where're you from?" he asks. "Me and Hawkeye and Father Mulcahy -- I dunno if you met them yet, but they're real swell guys, Hawkeye's one of the doctors and the Father's, uh, a Father -- anyway we were all in Korea but I'm from Ottumwa, Iowa before that. It's over in America if you don't know anything about Earth."
...not that that would clarify anything if Edgar wasn't from Earth, but Radar's remembering his first conversation with Tayrey where he had to sketch out a map of the United States.
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Worse, he doesn't say out loud. It feels oddly like it would be mean, to tell him just how much worse.
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He gives the post one more thwack with his hammer and moves on to pick up the next one.
"Makes me glad they ended up here where it's better, too."
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"Yeah," he says, "been a few places since then, all different. This one's nicer than some." A pause. "You were in a war?"
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