We're Being Very General Today

[batteryacid]

Who: Eddie Kaspbrak & [ANYONE]
What: day to day stuff
When: general October/November timeframe
Where: Eddie's farm, out and about in town
Warnings: death (assisted suicide, vampire engages in blood drinking)

EDIT (11/10): Extending this log into November because these general prompts are still good



Food Isn't Going to Grow Itself
Eddie's day is pretty full with working on the farm. This is most likely the place that you will find him, just by virtue of the fact that it's a full time job and where he lives.

If he invited you over, feel free to just swing by! Wanna chat? No problem! Feel a need to call him out about something he did? Go for it!

You're being chased by a monster in the woods and need a safe haven? That's why he keeps a lantern by the front gate. (There's a wooden sign painted with "E. Kaspbrak Farm" also on the gate, but that wouldn't be visible in the dark...)

This is most likely where you'll find him unless you've invited him elsewhere.

Been Hanging Around This Town
To be fair, Eddie isn't a total recluse, and you stand a decent chance of catching him in town -- especially in the evenings, before full dark has fallen.

For anyone who wouldn't want to -- or wouldn't be able to -- make a trek out to Northwest Hollow and his farm, he sometimes does sword-training with River at the Festival Green.

He might be at the tavern or some other venue where Grace Holloway is giving a performance, just enjoying the vibes.

Or hell, maybe you caught him on a daytime visit to the shopping district. That's a possibility. He does chat with the tailors a lot -- he's probably going to end up doing as they suggest, and grow flax come springtime.

Wildcard
Anything else you can think of, and probably also for fallout from other October events!

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[Locked to Angel] - Gotta Feel Your Feelings

After a talk with Cecil, Eddie shows up at Angel's townhouse. He knocks on the door and waits for a response.

He's not supposed to be alone with his grief, for his lost friend (lost friends, really, for all that the others still live). Eddie thinks maybe that's why he hasn't been able to feel it, has been pushing it away and back and just telling himself 'not now'. It's not the sort of grief that you fall into without a hand to help you back out.

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[Locked to Erik] - Assistance Needed
The advertisement is placed on the community bulletin board like any other request.

Assistance Needed in Planned Death (As Soon As Possible)

Anyone with ideas for a relatively painless and least traumatic method of death is welcome to share them with Eddie Kaspbrak. Willingness to actually carry out said method would be appreciated.
Reasoning to be shared with those who respond in person. Please visit E. Kaspbrak Farm, Northwest Hollow.

And below the printed words, there is an additional handwritten note: Yes, I am aware that death is temporary here, I wouldn't be asking if it were otherwise. Serious inquiries only!

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Comments

[300kgbackpack]

"Never had actual crab before," Sam muses briefly, before mentally shaking himself from that train of thought and looking back in the direction of the village proper. "Dunno what shape you guys' courier service is in but I was pretty good at that. You need help, you let me know."

[batteryacid]

"Would I go to the Oak and Iron to find you, or did you get a home assigned to you already?"

[300kgbackpack]

"Oak and Iron, yeah. Lookin' at other places outside the main stretch though."

[batteryacid]

"All right. If anything comes up soon, I'll look for you at the tavern. Let me know when you move out, too?"

Eddie waves a hand toward his farmhouse. "By the way, you wanna come in? I could make us some tea."

[300kgbackpack]

"Yeah, sure. I mean, if nothin' else, there's gotta be a bulletin board up, you can leave me a note there."

Eddie might miss the spark of anxiety over the invitation, as Sam quickly covers it, saying "I'm more of a coffee guy, personally."

[batteryacid]

"Some other time, then," Eddie says. He picks up on the polite refusal.

"I plan to eventually expand, add a greenhouse, to see about growing coffee. This climate is just a little too cold, even for the more hardy variety that Bruno's got. But it'll be a while..."

Eddie doesn't grow the tea he drinks either, but it's a little more readily available than coffee. He's lucky that the local farmer is willing to provide him with some plants, once Eddie has a greenhouse, because Bruno can set the prices. Bruno has the drying and roasting operation all set up, and Eddie will really just be growing more raw materials for that.

[300kgbackpack]

Sam surveys the little plot of land, brow furrowed. It was a hell of a project, if Eddie was doing it on his own...

"This guy (sorry chris he doesn't actually know yr pronouns...) I met in the woods was talking about chickoree root. Nothing against all that but I'm already getting a headache from the caffeine withdrawal."

[batteryacid]

"Bruno supplies the tavern and a few other businesses with real coffee. It's usually rationed." Eddie shrugs. "You could maybe ask him about being looped in as a private customer, but he's pretty much got a monopoly on the stuff and can charge whatever he wants."

[300kgbackpack]

"Rationing. Makes sense," he mutters. He mutters a lot. It's just his natural volume.

He turns back again, and gets about as close to eye contact as he ever does, which means about the region of Eddie's chin. "Whaddaya need for that? Lumber, plastics, ceramic...?" He has no idea what goes into the construction of a greenhouse.

[batteryacid]

"I don't have the funds to build it yet. I submit a plan to Town Hall, they figure out how to make the upgrades, and give me the costs for materials and labor. Right now, I'm still working on a plan."

For a moment, he looks out over the farm... maybe picturing some parts of the upgrade he plans.

"And I think Town Hall has an actual architect who drafts a workable blueprint from our designs." Eddie gives a self-deprecating little laugh. "Which is good, because I'm not good at drawing."

[300kgbackpack]

Huh. Not actually needing to provide the materials to the individual locations is new to him. Usually he would have had to try and transport small-scale construction materials himself, sometimes with the air of a bike or truck.

...Is he gonna need to actually get a horse?

"Well, at least you got people takin' care of that for ya." Spoken like a man that's had to do a lot of shit on his own.

[batteryacid]

Oh, transporting the stuff to the farm itself will still need to happen when Eddie can actually pay for an upgrade to his business. The operation could likely use Sam's porter experience when it gets underway. It's just not happening yet.

"Actually, since you mentioned it, I don't even know if this world has plastics." Eddie gives a little frown, trying to think back if he's seen any since coming here.

At Sam's comment about people taking care of things for him, Eddie shrugs again. "The locals have been stuck here for years, making do in a half-empty town with monsters all over the place. They've developed an ethos of banding together to face hardships. I think it's nice."

[300kgbackpack]

"No kidding." He could believe it, just based on everything else he's seen. They're living in a pre-plastic world out here.

A glance toward the village, and Sam shrugs in kind. "Props to them for keepin' on, I guess. 'specially if the monsters wander in on 'em." He's not going to ask what kind of monsters are out there; there are ghosts, and the ghosts are apparently harmless, so he'd run with the assumption that the rest just might be too unless it's proven otherwise.

[batteryacid]

"People can... put up with a lot of crap and still hope." Eddie gives a little sigh.

"Best to carry a light if you ever have to go out at night, though I wouldn't recommend night wanderings. I stayed out a little past sunset once, checking some snare traps, and got attacked by the Pine Devil. I was lucky that someone else was there to fight it off."

[300kgbackpack]

"Can't see shit at night anyway. I operate sun-up to sundown." Not mentioning that bright light is kind of miserable, normally he would always have shades, or a hat, or a hood of some kind to be able to keep the sun out of his eyes. "Good for 'em to keep an eye out on ya. I can fight but mostly that's with other people. Dunno if I could square up with somethin' called a Pine Devil." He might already be formulating a plan to get himself equipped...

"Hey, anyone around here do custom gloves and stuff?"

[batteryacid]

"You probably want Hemsworth Custom Textiles for gloves. And River la Croix at Infernal Arms and Armor for weaponry and metalwork." Eddie smiles, "She's a good friend and she can do good work even from my terrible drawings, so she's got skill."

[300kgbackpack]

"Hemsworth, River la Croix," he repeats under his breath. "Thanks, man. I'll let her know you sent me."

Sam turns back to the chickens scratching their ways around the yard. "Bet if you got a cock you'd be able to incubate n' sell the offspring," he muses. "Could make a killing."

[batteryacid]

Eddie is a mature grown up who knows perfectly well that Sam is talking about a rooster... which is why he only snickers in the privacy of his own mind at that particular phrasing.

"I should probably ask about that when I get my farm upgrade. I'm already planning to add goats. A rooster and an egg incubator is totally doable." Eddie nods at Sam, "I'd be willing to gift you a chicken or two so you can have your own egg supply."

Since, you know. Totally Sam's idea here.

[300kgbackpack]

Honestly if Eddie had reacted any other way Sam wouldn't have blamed him. They were all teenage boys once.

"Might buy from you when you get goats in. Never raised animals myself before, no pets or anything, but if I find somewhere with space setting up a little spot shouldn't be hard to keep a chicken."

He'd be able to take stuff back and forth from the farm to town if they ended up with some excess here, too. He could see this quickly becoming a decent business partnership.

[batteryacid]

He's not going to argue on the 'gift' versus 'buy' that they've brought up... not yet, at least. But Eddie is pretty set on not taking Sam's money in this case.

"Chickens are social animals," Eddie points out with a smile. "If you get just one, treating her a little more like a pet will keep her happy. Just so you know."

[300kgbackpack]

He'd accept chicken-based gifts because it seems like a self-replenishing resource, but he might insist on paying for at least some goat milk. Or cheese. They'd have to see when the time came.

"Might just get two, then, like your ladies here." He gestures at Thread and Bobbin still meandering around the yard.

[batteryacid]

Eddie wouldn't mind selling goat milk. He doesn't know a thing about making cheese and currently has no inclination to do further reading, but who knows what mood he'll be in come winter?

"For your own peace of mind," Eddie laughs, "I hope the chickens you get aren't too much like Bobbin. Thread's nice, but Angel calls her weird because she loves him." As an explanation, Eddie says, "Most animals get a little freaked out by Angel. He's, you know, a bit more corpse-like than most of us dead folks."

[300kgbackpack]

Someone will probably drop that idea on him eventually. One step at a time, though. Gotta be able to house the goat first.

"Angel's a little weird, but he's not that bad. But, yeah, dead things have that kind of energy whether they want to or not. Kinda surprised they're not reacting to me," he murmurs. "Can't generally get any of 'em to come near me but then most of the animals I'd see are wild, shouldn't be approached anyway."

[batteryacid]

"Honestly, I think it's the 'not breathing' that trips animals up." Eddie shrugs. "I've never minded it."

Eddie hums, looking thoughtful after Sam's comment. Since he expects animals to react to him unfavorably, similar to Angel...

"I think once I get the chicks hatched, it'll be Thread's babies I raise for you. Just in case her 'dead things tolerance' is inheritable." Eddie smiles warmly at Sam.

[300kgbackpack]

Sam might be coming from the opposite side, being what Die-Hardman would call a deathless freak, with just as much trouble interacting with the outside world attached.

"I'll let you know when I have space to keep 'em. The place they put me in's nice and all, but I'm still kinda lookin' around for somethin' less central. Happier without a lotta foot traffic, y'know?"