01-13-2020, 04:29 PM
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- kiira contemplates something about herself that she previously chose to ignore.
- dallas finds somebody insulting a friend, and reacts the best way he knows how. find two people (the friend and the bully) to play out this thread.
- adelaide narrowly escapes a gator attack.
He didn't see Kiira enough to get to know her - but he remembered the Pitt, and he remembered the headache that emanated from one powerful source, and frowns a little. Might not've been her fault, all of that, but it left a sour taste in his mouth all the same. Hopefully their next opportunity to meet outside of business circumstances would be peaceful. "Kiira, visit the farm and take a headcount of the remaining animals. We'll put a few to slaughter and stock up the tavern in case the weather throws us any hardballs." Not that she had to do the hunting, but the thought that the winter wasn't quite over yet lingered in the back of his head. Tanglewood wasn't prone to heavy snow, but even torrential sleet or hail could lock them in town for days should the marshes flood.
"Dallas." Like hell he'd get off easy. "Go fishing. Spear fishing. You can find scrap metal in the junkyard for your hook, and I'm sure there's a pole or two-by-four in there somewhere to attach it to." The docks hadn't seen much attention lately, so he was sure there'd be plenty of fish. Again, he was thinking of winter's last gasps taking them by surprise - plus, why not give Dallas a challenge?
Adelaide was a new face, one he'd merely caught a glimpse of in passing. Yet like most others, he'd caught her name through the occasional overheard conversation; he figured he ought to know it for the sake of his position and work such as this. "Adelaide, have a book discussion at the library. Try to get some of the younger Tanglers into reading, and teach them a thing or two. It's a good skill to have."
Last was Eulogy, the tigress he'd last seen covered head to toe in mud. It was refreshing to see her looking, well, refreshed. "Of course. Eulogy, dress up the old statue in the center of town. Maybe pull out some of the weeds, wash out the dirt in the cracks. Dig up some of the stonework and plant something around it - s'up to you." She was new, and it was a good opportunity to work with some of her clanmates. An easy team-building exercise would help her get around and learn the faces she'd yet to meet.
- kiira contemplates something about herself that she previously chose to ignore.
- dallas finds somebody insulting a friend, and reacts the best way he knows how. find two people (the friend and the bully) to play out this thread.
- adelaide narrowly escapes a gator attack.
He didn't see Kiira enough to get to know her - but he remembered the Pitt, and he remembered the headache that emanated from one powerful source, and frowns a little. Might not've been her fault, all of that, but it left a sour taste in his mouth all the same. Hopefully their next opportunity to meet outside of business circumstances would be peaceful. "Kiira, visit the farm and take a headcount of the remaining animals. We'll put a few to slaughter and stock up the tavern in case the weather throws us any hardballs." Not that she had to do the hunting, but the thought that the winter wasn't quite over yet lingered in the back of his head. Tanglewood wasn't prone to heavy snow, but even torrential sleet or hail could lock them in town for days should the marshes flood.
"Dallas." Like hell he'd get off easy. "Go fishing. Spear fishing. You can find scrap metal in the junkyard for your hook, and I'm sure there's a pole or two-by-four in there somewhere to attach it to." The docks hadn't seen much attention lately, so he was sure there'd be plenty of fish. Again, he was thinking of winter's last gasps taking them by surprise - plus, why not give Dallas a challenge?
Adelaide was a new face, one he'd merely caught a glimpse of in passing. Yet like most others, he'd caught her name through the occasional overheard conversation; he figured he ought to know it for the sake of his position and work such as this. "Adelaide, have a book discussion at the library. Try to get some of the younger Tanglers into reading, and teach them a thing or two. It's a good skill to have."
Last was Eulogy, the tigress he'd last seen covered head to toe in mud. It was refreshing to see her looking, well, refreshed. "Of course. Eulogy, dress up the old statue in the center of town. Maybe pull out some of the weeds, wash out the dirt in the cracks. Dig up some of the stonework and plant something around it - s'up to you." She was new, and it was a good opportunity to work with some of her clanmates. An easy team-building exercise would help her get around and learn the faces she'd yet to meet.
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG