[ HELP WANTED ] ; been traveling in packs that i can't carry anymore

[postictal]

[There's a new message written on the Local Rock of Communal Writing, next time people happen along.]

so far east side of the island right next to the lake there's a bunch of old buildings. one of them looks like it might've been a mess hall or something and then there's a bunch of houses and some plots of land that look like they were being used for farming stuff.

i've been working on making them habitable again. figure we could use some kind of communal area like a restaurant or bar or something.

if you're interested in helping there's some stuff that needs doing

- lumber. we got a lot of it already but we'll probably need more.
- stone. the ground is marshy in places so if anyone knows where a quarry is and how to get some rock for laying some kind of foundation that'd help
- labor. goes without saying. i'm just one guy. if you feel like pitching in you could probably set up in the finished place and use it as a base of operations or whatever. we got plenty of buildings for you to use. st probably doesn't like us on their turf constantly anyway

i've got means of waterproofing already but if anyone feels like helping feel free to let me know. write here or call me on your rock or come visit. ask for tim.

-tim

[ooc: also available for action prompts! tim can be found on the H5 square, which is where everything is located.]

Comments

[postictal]

[He's not Rin. He's not got that businesslike, direct, reassuring presence that she could radiate by default, even in a crisis. He's just some guy, and not even an ideal bastion of support, at that.]

[He's...not ideal.]

Hey, you got two hands and you weren't stupid enough to get stabbed. [One hand falls across his middle to indicate where the blade went in.]

I think that makes you more useful than you're giving yourself credit for.

[byhalves]

[Sometimes, awkward bumbling is reassuring enough on its own. Even if you don't know what you're doing, you're...trying.]

Mm. I suppose you have a point. [He'll just...not bring up that he's been stabbed before, too. This isn't a contest for who's fucked up the most.]

But I think it's too early to decide how much credit I need. We haven't even started, yet.

[postictal]

[He needs a second to extricate something from the loops on his knapsack, but he holds it up after a brief moment of rummaging. It's a hatchet - slightly worn and undeniably having seen some wear and tear and frequent use, but nonetheless functional.]

[It's also been used to kill monkeys. Fun fact.]

You know how to split logs?

[byhalves]

[That's a fact he'll be glad to not know, thanks.]

No. [But how hard could it be?] But I take it you know how to teach me.

[postictal]

Sure. [He offers it out, handle-first.]

Basically, we've got no shortage of logs. Even if we wanted to make literal log cabins, we can't just pile them on top of each other the way they are, y'know? We're gonna have to trim the bark and twigs and stuff, and then cut them down to a size we can use.