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ph_logs2024-10-04 10:54 am
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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And if he still doubts it, John just moves in and wraps him in a fierce hug.
Sorry, Edgar. John loves you, and you’re stuck with him.
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"Okay, but listen though," he starts, even before he draws back to look up again.
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"Everything'll be the same, except you'll get your paycheck from me, new room--if you want, but I was thinking about storage and maybe moving your rabbit in--and now I can make you take breaks when you're workin' too hard."
He huffs, his smile growing impossibly wider, and claps Edgar fondly on the shoulder.
"Now I'll listen--if there's anything else you want with the job 'n stuff. Cause I'm probably gonna say 'yes' no matter what it is."
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"If we're family," and he has to stop for a moment with the way that swells in his chest, burning like sunlight, "then -- you know I've got other people, right? Nimona, and Max, and ... you met Curtis, yeah? Him more than anyone."
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Curtis, however...
"Yeah, I met him. And I'll tell you: I like him a lot." John assures him. "He's a good guy, and I caught sight of you 'n Nimona at the barbecue. Little pink critter you got cozy with on the stoop, right?"
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Is that how this even works? He's never really had a place of his own, even partially his own, just spaces in communal housing. This is different; this feels different.
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"Home means safety, and whoever's one of your people is welcome here as long as you say they are, buddy. If you say they can be here, they can be here. Even if it means we're putting up the whole damn island."
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"Right then," he says, "got it. Might hold you to that, sometime, if you're not careful."
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"You know I was trained to win every battle, right?" he warns playfully, making a fist and gently touching Edgar's chin with his knuckles before nudging it firmly in an affectionate mock punch. "Bring it on. I'll be such a good host you'll beg for mercy and more tasty snacks, my man."