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theydrewfirstblood) wrote in ph_logs2024-10-04 10:54 am
and i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope [October-ish Catch-All]
Who: John Rambo (theydrewfirstblood) & YOU!
What: The ranch is expanding again, John offers Edgar something permanent, plus a B-plot for hot dog hijinx.
When: maybe a week and a half post-Gala, catch all for October (and maybe November, we'll see)
Where: All over Da Hollow
Warning(s): canon pertinent warnings for Rambo and the FIRST BLOOD movies: violence, death, PTSD, torture; Rambo pertinent warnings: probably depersonalization, touch starvation; additional warnings as they come in comment subjects
moving on up in the world (Farm Upgrade, OTA, with special guest star Sam Trautman!)
"How you holding up?"
"Not bad, for an old man."
"Hey, not everything goes bad with age. Wine, cheese..."
Sam just raises an eyebrow at John, but the both of them smile as Sam trudges up to where John's offering him a nice, cold glass of water. Pulling a rag out of his pocket, Sam wipes away the sweat he's worked up, helping with the expansion of the chicken coop and surveys his handiwork.
"What else is on the docket, Captain?" Sam asks, earning him an eyeroll from John.
"You may be helping me out, sir, but respectfully? I'll never outrank you, so don't start."
"No ranks here, John. Just Sam will do, even if I'm on the clock." Sam assures him after another sip of his water.
"Yeah? What're you doing?"
"No military, so I joined the force. Eh--constable, they call it?"
John nods approvingly, glancing over as Co and Sam scuttle past, Sam still trying, as ever, to get Co to sit still long enough to be preened.
"Nice." John agrees, turning back to Sam and studying the coop. "Uh--so, after we finish with the coop, I'm starting on construction of a new workshop. Been kinda using the preserve for the stuff I been making so I'm gonna shift it all indoors. Gonna talk to the boys up at the Kaspbrak farm about maybe finding someone to breed Co with--Sammy's her brother, it's too close."
"Still not sure how to react to the fact you named a rooster after me."
John just smiles, feeling a wistful pang as he thinks of the other Sam as well--but it's nothing like it used to be. There's far more joy than sorrow or pain as the wound slowly heals, and when he thinks of Laios--and possibly more...
"Wanna share any of that wool you're gathering?"
John glances at Sam, narrows his eyes, and takes a sip of his water before wiping some of the condensation off the glass and flicking it at the other man.
"Back to work. Sir."
Sam just snickers, and continues to finish his drink as John walks away before returning to working on the coop.
((Baker Ranch is now Level 3, and this is open to anyone who wants to help with the improvements! Assume there was an open call on the bulletin board, all takers will be fed and watered nicely. Sam and John are both open to chat with, just let me know who you wanna talk to in the subject of the comment. :D))
let's make it official (closed to Edgar)
It's been a couple days since things with the property upgrades became official--and John just got word on the supplies for the house expansion, which means it's time to talk to Edgar.
He waits until a night when Radar and Kitty aren't crashing at the house, so it's just the two of them and Edgar can surprise the rest of the kids with the news later. Dinner's done and they're both puttering around the kitchen to clean up when John decides to broach the subject.
"So, uh...I forgot to mention one of the improvements I'm making is on the house." he begins. "Gonna be adding on a room, and I wanted to talk to you about it."
THE FORBIDDEN BOX (OTA)
John's not sure how to go about this, so he spends a long time thinking--and he comes up with an idea.
He's been duly warned about the box, so he figures there's gonna be some recoil. He also doesn't have good tape to seal it back up if he opens it, so he has to think of a way to get in and out without causing too much chaos. So, using some spare wood scraps from the recent construction, John builds a makeshift enclosure for the strange box he bought at Calloway's and wedges it inside. Sealed, weighed down, secure with only one face visible.
He does some looking, and comes up with a piece of cork he can cut into a pretty decent shape to just wedge into a preordained hole. He does some measuring, draws a circle onto the side...
...and when he's ready, he carefully starts to cut...
"...okay, there we--ah shit shit shitshitSHIT!"
It could be worse. It could be a lot worse--nobody may have come out to help him wrestle the thing down and get it corked. Still, the wood enclosure did what he wanted and prevented the damn thing from getting away from him.
But the stream of sausages--of hot dogs--was more than he bargained for, and so by the time he's got it sealed up again there's a pretty fucking large pyramid of fresh hot dogs laying on the tarp he spread out.
Suffice to say, a new post goes up on the bulletin board, advertising FRESH HOT DOGS, 1 BRASS PER DOZEN, PHONE BAKER RANCH FOR DETAILS, all friends of the family have been extended an open invitation to dinner at the ranch for the next few weeks for a regular cookout...
...and until they can clear out their stack of franks, the residents of the Rambo household will be having hot dogs for dinner for a while.
theydrewfirstblood) & YOU!What: The ranch is expanding again, John offers Edgar something permanent, plus a B-plot for hot dog hijinx.
When: maybe a week and a half post-Gala, catch all for October (and maybe November, we'll see)
Where: All over Da Hollow
Warning(s): canon pertinent warnings for Rambo and the FIRST BLOOD movies: violence, death, PTSD, torture; Rambo pertinent warnings: probably depersonalization, touch starvation; additional warnings as they come in comment subjects
moving on up in the world (Farm Upgrade, OTA, with special guest star Sam Trautman!)
"How you holding up?"
"Not bad, for an old man."
"Hey, not everything goes bad with age. Wine, cheese..."
Sam just raises an eyebrow at John, but the both of them smile as Sam trudges up to where John's offering him a nice, cold glass of water. Pulling a rag out of his pocket, Sam wipes away the sweat he's worked up, helping with the expansion of the chicken coop and surveys his handiwork.
"What else is on the docket, Captain?" Sam asks, earning him an eyeroll from John.
"You may be helping me out, sir, but respectfully? I'll never outrank you, so don't start."
"No ranks here, John. Just Sam will do, even if I'm on the clock." Sam assures him after another sip of his water.
"Yeah? What're you doing?"
"No military, so I joined the force. Eh--constable, they call it?"
John nods approvingly, glancing over as Co and Sam scuttle past, Sam still trying, as ever, to get Co to sit still long enough to be preened.
"Nice." John agrees, turning back to Sam and studying the coop. "Uh--so, after we finish with the coop, I'm starting on construction of a new workshop. Been kinda using the preserve for the stuff I been making so I'm gonna shift it all indoors. Gonna talk to the boys up at the Kaspbrak farm about maybe finding someone to breed Co with--Sammy's her brother, it's too close."
"Still not sure how to react to the fact you named a rooster after me."
John just smiles, feeling a wistful pang as he thinks of the other Sam as well--but it's nothing like it used to be. There's far more joy than sorrow or pain as the wound slowly heals, and when he thinks of Laios--and possibly more...
"Wanna share any of that wool you're gathering?"
John glances at Sam, narrows his eyes, and takes a sip of his water before wiping some of the condensation off the glass and flicking it at the other man.
"Back to work. Sir."
Sam just snickers, and continues to finish his drink as John walks away before returning to working on the coop.
((Baker Ranch is now Level 3, and this is open to anyone who wants to help with the improvements! Assume there was an open call on the bulletin board, all takers will be fed and watered nicely. Sam and John are both open to chat with, just let me know who you wanna talk to in the subject of the comment. :D))
let's make it official (closed to Edgar)
It's been a couple days since things with the property upgrades became official--and John just got word on the supplies for the house expansion, which means it's time to talk to Edgar.
He waits until a night when Radar and Kitty aren't crashing at the house, so it's just the two of them and Edgar can surprise the rest of the kids with the news later. Dinner's done and they're both puttering around the kitchen to clean up when John decides to broach the subject.
"So, uh...I forgot to mention one of the improvements I'm making is on the house." he begins. "Gonna be adding on a room, and I wanted to talk to you about it."
THE FORBIDDEN BOX (OTA)
John's not sure how to go about this, so he spends a long time thinking--and he comes up with an idea.
He's been duly warned about the box, so he figures there's gonna be some recoil. He also doesn't have good tape to seal it back up if he opens it, so he has to think of a way to get in and out without causing too much chaos. So, using some spare wood scraps from the recent construction, John builds a makeshift enclosure for the strange box he bought at Calloway's and wedges it inside. Sealed, weighed down, secure with only one face visible.
He does some looking, and comes up with a piece of cork he can cut into a pretty decent shape to just wedge into a preordained hole. He does some measuring, draws a circle onto the side...
...and when he's ready, he carefully starts to cut...
"...okay, there we--ah shit shit shitshitSHIT!"
It could be worse. It could be a lot worse--nobody may have come out to help him wrestle the thing down and get it corked. Still, the wood enclosure did what he wanted and prevented the damn thing from getting away from him.
But the stream of sausages--of hot dogs--was more than he bargained for, and so by the time he's got it sealed up again there's a pretty fucking large pyramid of fresh hot dogs laying on the tarp he spread out.
Suffice to say, a new post goes up on the bulletin board, advertising FRESH HOT DOGS, 1 BRASS PER DOZEN, PHONE BAKER RANCH FOR DETAILS, all friends of the family have been extended an open invitation to dinner at the ranch for the next few weeks for a regular cookout...
...and until they can clear out their stack of franks, the residents of the Rambo household will be having hot dogs for dinner for a while.
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"Yes..." he groans. "It showed up as a gift for me back on that evil cruise ship. There weren't any warnings that time. I opened the lid and they just kept spilling out." Said in the tone of a man trying not to have a small breakdown about it. This box is his curse. It's brought him so much trouble.
"I thought it went down with the ship."
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John surveys the aftermath, then Max--then bends his head to gently bonk his forehead against the back of Max's head where it lays, in fact, pressed to John's forearm.
"So I guess you wouldn't wanna stay for a weenie roast lunch, huh?" He deadpans.
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"... We had to eat so many last time." He usually isn't one to turn down food but just the sight of that pile makes him a little green.
"Poor Ylva probably ate, like, two pounds all by herself." If not more.
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"Well, I don't mind a good hot dog, and maybe some of the natives will enjoy 'em." John decides when he lifts his head. "Otherwise...hot dogs for me, venison burgers for you? I'm serious about lunch--if Ylva has a sending stone, maybe we can even arrange to take her some if she doesn't feel like coming by to join us."
A beat.
"...burgers, I mean. No more hot dogs. Two pounds, seriously?..."
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"Maybe we should still call them sausages when we introduce them to the ecosystem here..." He doesn't want to have to try and explain the naming convention.
Max shifts his head over so he can look John in the face as he answers. (The stubble on his chin probably itches.) "I'd love to stay for lunch. And, yeah, we can call her up. I think she has a stone but I'm not sure if she keeps it on her all the time."
He laughs just picturing the kind of face she'd make, "Yeah. Don't subject her to any more. She's done her time. There were so many. You don't even know. The box came open under the water and the ocean started filling up with them."
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He compromises by grabbing Max's hand before getting to his feet, then pulling him up and looping an arm around his shoulders for a haphazard side hug when he's on his feet.
"See if she answers. Meanwhile, c'mon inside and say hi to the crew--and by that I mean Co, Bao, Sam if he snuck inside, and the dogs."
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Max makes a sad little sound when the warmth of John moves away. Aw, that was comfy. But he lets himself be helped up without further protest. He's happy to be rewarded with a warm side hug instead.
"Okay, yeah. I'd love to meet them all. It's a shame I didn't bring Crumpet with me. Can I next time? She loves playdates. She can be gentle, I promise. She's good with our kitten Anani."