PM to Adam

When are the crops ready to be harvested? I'll get up there and help. No sense in not eating. I don't know my way around animals either but I can handle a feed bin, I'd imagine. Just tell me what you need.

it's hard to see the pain behind the mask.


Who: Bethany and Jack.
When: This evening.
Where: The bar.

What the fucking -fuck-

What the fucking FUCK. So. I've been...awol. I get this mask.

This fucking mask. Thing's been sitting on my kitchen table and fucking staring at me. Who the fuck does that shit? Its pretty and all, but the message in the back? With the dead and the drowning? -Not- so nice.


On a side note, if anyone wants to be barricaded, I'm your man.

Many meetings

who: Jack and Open
where: The Bar
when: Evening

He hadn't opened the bar for a couple of days. It was strangely surreal, with most of the other businesses in the town closed down. Bethany's bright sign looked particularly lonely, and he wrinkled his nose as he unlocked the door.


If anyone wants to meet at the bar tonight, the doors'll be open. There'll be beer and ideas. Anyone want to come talk about what happened yesterday?

I can't imagine what must be going on with you guys right now. But yesterday scared the shit out of me, and I wasn't even in those fucking experiments.

home sweet whatthefuck.

Who: Jack and Arienne and Open
When: midday
Where: Elm Street

Jack was, to put it bluntly, bewildered. He hadn't woken up till past noon, because Bethany said she was going to take double shifts and he had been finishing off that step for Rin. He'd planned on delivering it today. Sure, he'd spent a long time on it, but she was a nice kid, so he'd tried to make it something she'd have enjoyed looking at. And then promptly forgotten about it, with all the shit with the bar that had been going down lately, and cleaning up there.

Bar Room!

Who: Jack and Cheryl and Open
When: Morning
Where: Bar Room

Some Bartenders walk into a bar and start a bad joke


who: Bethany and Jack
where: Bar
when: mid-to late afternoon

In which there is measuring.


Who: Jack and Rin
When: Early afternoon
Where: Rin's House

I guess this'd be better than sticking ads to trees.

So. I'm Jack, local carpenter (Along with Adam, but you'll have to talk to him about what work you want done, if any) and one of your resident bartenders. I'm a volunteer, so I'm among the few that actually wanted to move all the way out to bumfuck Russia.

If anyone needs repairs done, doors readjusted, stairs, railings, that sort of thing, give me a shout. My number's in the book. All structural work is done free as a part of the whole volunteer thing (and you or I don't have to pay for materials either, yay volunteer organisations), but specialty stuff like furniture'll cost.