Lumberjacks? - forest event A

[Morgan]

Morgan stopped in the middle of a forest clearing, surveying the area for a good place to begin. In a sphere of water he carried several two-man saws; he dropped them unceremoniously on the ground in front of him once he found a nice rock to sit on. He hopped up onto the rock and announced, "Thanks for coming, Tanglers! Today, we'll just be cutting down trees. Not as interesting as last week, I know, but it'll be worth it. Once we've done this, we'll be able to go ahead and start rebuilding our town. It'll look like a real city!"

He pulled some water out of one of his bracers, then walked up to a nearby tree. He sat back with his eyes closed, taking some breaths to float the water back and forth in a horizontal line. Every time it went one way, it sped up, then did so once more as it went the other way. Before long, the bullet of water moved so quickly that it was barely a blur; Morgan levitated the water forward until it struck the tree, cutting straight through the edge. He pushed it forward further and further, and after just a few short moments the tree was cut clean. The samoyed let the water drop to the ground, and the tree fell onto the ground beside him with a loud thud. "If you have powers that will let you cut a tree, please use them. We don't have a lot of saws to spare. Oh, and make sure to yell 'timber!' when you're about to finish cutting a tree down - that way, everyone else will know to get far away from wherever you are." The canine turned around, then motioned toward the tree he just took down. "We'll be starting with the ones on the edge. Once you've brought a tree down, roll it over here near this one."

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Lacking powers of her own to help with this task, Ophelia moved forward to pick up one of the two-man saws. The last tasks had definitely been easier than this one, but that didn't put her off. She'd just have to exert a bit more power to actually get this done, which she definitely didn't mind. Putting herself to the test with hard work was something that made her feel pretty good.

"If anyone non-powered wants to partner with me to get this done, I'm here." she said as she moved over to an uncut tree with her saw. She could maybe use the saw on her own, but it'd definitely be more effort than it was worth. It'd be a lot simpler to just wait for a partner to get the work done much more quickly and efficiently.

[toboggan]

Enter Leroy.

All that was accomplished by this guy during the past few sessions was complaining, finding an interesting thing or three, and more complaining. And now, due to his useless foot, the amount of labour he could pull off was severely limited.

He didn’t need to be at the forest. He could have walked straight home and it would have been accepted. Though his injury was not major, it seemed to get in the way of things, and when people worked, disturbances and interruptions such as groans and grievances weren’t widely accepted.

Yet, he did show up. His obsessive need to do things dragged him out once more, the same urge that got him to work for Aya, the same incentive that lured him to stay in Tanglewood as a whole. And he was not going to leave until his desires were satisfied, that’s a fact.

The boss-man and Ophelia were already here. The icy samoyed have the call that once a tree is cut down, relocate it to another place; that wasn’t going to happen. He could do the cutting, but the pushing was out of his best ability currently. That being said, he was more than happy to cleave the lives of a few trees short. "I’m wit’ya, hold on," an assurance escaped his jaw in the direction of his feline friend, whom the shaggy mutt precedently found himself working with. Clutching the saw in the canine’s teeth, amalgamated words departed his cheeks. ”Juss beef carebul, I don’ wamb ma fuckin’ anka ta falve ofb (which roughly translated to “Just be careful, I don’t want my fucking ankle to fall off”).

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia gave a nod to Leroy as he approached, sizing him up to make sure he didn't seem to be in too much pain. "Tell me if you feel like you need to stop." she said, tone soft despite her analyzing gaze. With that, she leaned down and grasped her end of the saw, starting to pull. It was a little rougher than she anticipated, obviously not built for a domestic feline like herself, but she got the hang of it relatively quickly.

They would make quick work of the log at the rate they were going, which was good. If they stayed as a team for this activity, they'd probably get more efficient with time. Of course, she didn't want Leroy to stay too long if he started to ache. She'd have to keep an eye on him, make sure he didn't strain himself. Reopening his wounds would be disastrous.

Her ears pricked at the sound of the log beginning to creak, cutting off her current stream of thought. "Timber!" she called, trying and failing to not feel silly yelling it.

[SOCKING]

STOCKING ANARCHY

✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you

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stocking was the poster girl for reluctant work. She was lazy-- though her slothness nowhere near rivalled her gluttony. She had no issue doing the dirty work-- doing the things that no on else would. She only had a habit of doing her fair share of the hall when she felt like it, albeit with no great amount of enthusiasm.

But she lived in a place where work was required, and to slack off was detrimental. at least something was being done about tanglewood's less than pleasurable state. while the swamp had grown onto her, so much so that she now considered it homey, to spruce up the place a bit wouldn't hurt.

"y'all should be glad I'm even here," the goth announced with no small amount of monotone arrogance as her claws curled to fleck dust from her dew talon. She had no powers-- which absolutely sucked-- but she would do her best to make the most of what she had. beggars couldn't be choosers, and doing work ensured she stayed fit. Her heavenly powers were no longer-- which ensured that her body could fall risk to the predation of inactivity.

She promptly made a move to pick up the saw-- fumbled when she realized that holding it was difficult without proper balance and stance.

an irritated huff escaped her pouted lips, before she ungracefully swung the saw at a nearby tree. the tool slipped from her hands, and stocking felt herself boil over with frustration.

She could do this. She got this. She has taken on far less pleasant tasks. stupid, non opposable thumbs and a fucked up saw would not be the bane of her existence today.

She will try again.

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✯ — female. tanglewood. moderate difficulty. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.