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ph_logs2025-05-06 10:27 am
incomingchoppers) wrote in ph_logs2025-05-06 10:27 am
but i wonder where you are [closed to current CR]
Who: Radar O'Reilly (incomingchoppers) and current CR
What: Mr. Rambo's gone. Radar tries to deal.
When: Early May
Where: Baker Ranch, Town Hall, the Leeds Estate, and all over
Warning(s): None yet; will add if necessary
on the night you disappeared, oh if i had seen it clear [locked to Baker Ranch residents]
He wakes up, and he knows.
He hears an echo of the ferryman's sigh; the whisper of water parting as the boat shoves back from the dock. The problem with echoes, though, is the delay between source and sound. He wakes up, he hears, and he knows it's too late.
Radar's probably never gotten dressed so fast in his life, even during a middle-of-the-night bugout. He bursts out the door with one boot half untied and his suspenders on the verge of snapping off. He doesn't care. He sprints as fast as he can the whole way to Baker Ranch, which isn't too fast at all on account of him having to catch his breath a couple times.
(He knows -- and pretends like he doesn't -- that this is different from the last time John vanished onto the ferry.)
i'm gonna find a way through, there's another life beyond the line [town hall + leeds estate]
There's so much to be done. Nobody realizes how much you gotta get in order after somebody's gone, but Radar's had to do it hundreds of times. Every soldier the 4077th can't save has to be processed before the morgue truck takes them, so he knows the shape of the aftermath pretty good, even if, individually, each one's on a smaller scale than this. This is more like --
well --
(There were no survivors.)
And Edgar's great, he's way better at all this than he was a year ago, but he doesn't know enough to run Baker Ranch. Not like somebody who grew up on a farm and knew the rhythms of the work by the time they were crawling. There's so much, and even someone like Radar can't do all of it plus keep working at Town Hall plus help keep the Leeds Estate in decent shape.
He crumples up five tries at writing a resignation letter before he just gives up and goes to tell everybody at Town Hall in person. Maybe it'll just be temporary. (He knows that's a big maybe.) But there's a lot to settle there, too, and all the conversations Radar has with his friends and coworkers get punctuated with fretful ramblings like, " -- and I wrote down everybody's coffee order when I was just starting out and a copy of it's still in my desk even though I got it all memorized now, top drawer, third folder down, and I checked on Yorick's cabinet last week and it's only got space for maybe ten more folders so you're gonna have to start a new cabinet before the end of May, and -- "
Dahlia and anybody else on the Leeds Estate grounds has to put up with him pacing around there, too, rattling off all the idle upkeep notes he's been cataloging even though he's not exactly officially her assistant anymore. And oh, jeez, if he moves out to the ranch permanent then he's going to be all the way across town from Dahlia. Sure it's not really that far, but it feels far, and what if something goes bad when he's living all the way out in the farmlands? What if Hawkeye or Father Mulcahy or Major Houlihan need him and he can't get there fast enough?
Somebody's gotta look after the ranch with John gone for good, though. So... so that's what he's gotta do. What needs doing. Just like he's always done.
i will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines [wildcard]
In a rare idle moment, it's possible to catch Radar alone. Maybe on his front stoop with a couple of his animals gathered close; at the Temple, fussing helplessly over Serranai's altar (because somebody's gotta keep that in good shape, too, don't they? it's important. it's important. he loved her too.); on the green, just sort of... staring into space in absolute exhaustion. Or somewhere else, as he sleepwalks through all the mundane parts of life that still need doing in between the rest.
[you know where to find me if you want to plot <3]
incomingchoppers) and current CR What: Mr. Rambo's gone. Radar tries to deal.
When: Early May
Where: Baker Ranch, Town Hall, the Leeds Estate, and all over
Warning(s): None yet; will add if necessary
on the night you disappeared, oh if i had seen it clear [locked to Baker Ranch residents]
He wakes up, and he knows.
He hears an echo of the ferryman's sigh; the whisper of water parting as the boat shoves back from the dock. The problem with echoes, though, is the delay between source and sound. He wakes up, he hears, and he knows it's too late.
Radar's probably never gotten dressed so fast in his life, even during a middle-of-the-night bugout. He bursts out the door with one boot half untied and his suspenders on the verge of snapping off. He doesn't care. He sprints as fast as he can the whole way to Baker Ranch, which isn't too fast at all on account of him having to catch his breath a couple times.
(He knows -- and pretends like he doesn't -- that this is different from the last time John vanished onto the ferry.)
i'm gonna find a way through, there's another life beyond the line [town hall + leeds estate]
There's so much to be done. Nobody realizes how much you gotta get in order after somebody's gone, but Radar's had to do it hundreds of times. Every soldier the 4077th can't save has to be processed before the morgue truck takes them, so he knows the shape of the aftermath pretty good, even if, individually, each one's on a smaller scale than this. This is more like --
well --
(There were no survivors.)
And Edgar's great, he's way better at all this than he was a year ago, but he doesn't know enough to run Baker Ranch. Not like somebody who grew up on a farm and knew the rhythms of the work by the time they were crawling. There's so much, and even someone like Radar can't do all of it plus keep working at Town Hall plus help keep the Leeds Estate in decent shape.
He crumples up five tries at writing a resignation letter before he just gives up and goes to tell everybody at Town Hall in person. Maybe it'll just be temporary. (He knows that's a big maybe.) But there's a lot to settle there, too, and all the conversations Radar has with his friends and coworkers get punctuated with fretful ramblings like, " -- and I wrote down everybody's coffee order when I was just starting out and a copy of it's still in my desk even though I got it all memorized now, top drawer, third folder down, and I checked on Yorick's cabinet last week and it's only got space for maybe ten more folders so you're gonna have to start a new cabinet before the end of May, and -- "
Dahlia and anybody else on the Leeds Estate grounds has to put up with him pacing around there, too, rattling off all the idle upkeep notes he's been cataloging even though he's not exactly officially her assistant anymore. And oh, jeez, if he moves out to the ranch permanent then he's going to be all the way across town from Dahlia. Sure it's not really that far, but it feels far, and what if something goes bad when he's living all the way out in the farmlands? What if Hawkeye or Father Mulcahy or Major Houlihan need him and he can't get there fast enough?
Somebody's gotta look after the ranch with John gone for good, though. So... so that's what he's gotta do. What needs doing. Just like he's always done.
i will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines [wildcard]
In a rare idle moment, it's possible to catch Radar alone. Maybe on his front stoop with a couple of his animals gathered close; at the Temple, fussing helplessly over Serranai's altar (because somebody's gotta keep that in good shape, too, don't they? it's important. it's important. he loved her too.); on the green, just sort of... staring into space in absolute exhaustion. Or somewhere else, as he sleepwalks through all the mundane parts of life that still need doing in between the rest.
[you know where to find me if you want to plot <3]
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"He kept all these?" he says, voice cracking a tiny bit. "Oh, wow. H-he really had a lotta plans, huh." He thumbs through the envelopes. "Yeah... yeah, wheat'll be easy, it's not too late for that, and maybe I could give pumpkins a try -- oh and mint grows everywhere so fast I bet I could put that in the forest with the other forage plants -- "
The more he talks, the more a light that's been dormant for days starts to shine in his eyes. It's not just treading water, but starting something entirely new. Looking ahead instead of being stuck in the mud of his grief.
He points to a spot a ways away from the barn. "What do you think about plantin' the wheat over there? I thought it might be an okay spot for anything that needs a lot of sun."
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As the light starts to come back into Radar's eyes, Mime's own posture becomes more exuberant. He's eager to help, but careful to tilt his head in consideration at that suggestion before, finally, agreeing with a nod. Yes, that area looks suitable.
"Mime!" That settled, the pokemon takes up the shovel he brought and starts for the patch of land. Wheat needs tilled soil (that's what Master Starr told him) so Mr. Mime will get right to work loosening the ground.
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"I only ran into Mr. Starr a couple times before he left," he says tentatively as they both begin to dig. "We didn't talk too much. But everything I heard about him, he sounds like a real swell guy. Do you... wanna talk about him at all?"
He'll understand what the Pokémon's saying underneath all the mime!s.
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"Mime..." He didn't know his master for a very long time. But even their short encounter left a lasting impression.
"Mis Mister Mis," they met when Peter got lost in Paradesium. "Mime! Mi-mi-ime." He was stubborn, but he was also sick. His ring was poisoning him. "Mime, mime mime..." He needed help.
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He doesn't want to ask flat-out if that's why Mr. Starr left. Maybe the ring poisoned him so bad that he couldn't stay alive long enough to do anything at all? But it seems like a much better idea to ask instead:
"Could you help him?"
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"Mime! Mime!" He was helping! "Mis-ter mis-ter mime! Mister Miiiime, mime." He helped Master Starr find his way home, then stayed to help tend the trees and keep the house.
He droops sadly, "Mime...mmm mime. Mis, mis, mis..." He couldn't stop the Starrs from going to the ferry. He tried, but they said they had no choice.
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Oh, he sounds so sad. Radar blinks back tears, his own grief mixing with Mr. Mime's. "Yeah, that's what everybody's been saying about Mr. Rambo, too. They got no choice. The ferry just... says they gotta go, and it's the only thing they hear anymore."
The call's so loud it can drown out anyone asking them to stay. Any promises they might've made that they'd never leave you. Hastily, he wipes his eyes.
"Serranai told me John went somewhere he can rest after fighting against so many wars for so long. Maybe that's where Mr. and Mrs. Starr went, too. Even if it's worse for all of us now that they ain't here anymore, at least they're happy, wherever they are."
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"Mime, mime mime." They said they were called to an important mission. "Mister, mis mis. Mime, miiiime, mister mime." They promised to return, so he's keeping the orchard for them until they do.
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Sometimes, when it comes to stuff like that, people make promises they can't always keep.
"But -- hey, if you need help with the orchard, maybe I can come over and give you a hand, too, since you're being so nice helping me out here."
good wrap?