[ 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

[suspecteverything]

What all needs to be done.

[There's no name attached, and it's done purposefully. Jullien is often willing to help with things, but he always does so anonymously. It's not good for people to know he's doing good things. They won't believe him anyway.]

[seafriends]

[ yeah, he's not entirely sure he wants to try using The Magic Rock yet so.. Kanata's just going to leave a nice little reply in his bubbly handwriting, cute signature included. ]

i would not mind helping somewhat
i do not have any tools except for a saw though

[solperierat]

I can help with labor, and it's been a while since I bothered but I can probably transmute stone from dirt is we really need it. Probably more useful to save my energy for shaping what we can find normally, though.

Also if that place becomes a bar I can absolutely work as a bartender. You know, just saying.

- Edward

surprise! it's action!

[byhalves]

[Maybe a heads up that someone was actually coming over to help would've been smart - whoever this Tim person is is probably checking the rock and it's probably helpful for planning but...

Well. He's never been known for being a great planner. And if he's going to be heading over anyways, this is just making it faster. Cutting out the middle man of conversation.

Also the weird Rock Of Communal Writing is just. That's a bit too strange for him at this point of his island getaway. And calling someone to just go "yeah hi you don't know me but I'm coming over" is also weird.

So, after some reasonable measure of time, Tim will be approached by...some kid. He's really not that remarkable, asides from the hair and the scar.]

Hey. [A nod in Tim's direction.] You left that message on the rock, right?

[alittleditty]

By the Twelve this sounds perfect!

[ He has found so many of the things she's been looking for, all in one place. She'd talked about the idea with Ignis a bit, but now, here, here were plans. Here was something concrete.

And something to take her mind off Ai'tuoh to boot. ]

I can help out with the quarrying, once we've found a good spot. I've actually apprenticed under quite the skilled miner!

-Tataru

[ And then, as if she keeps thinking of additional things to add in her excitement: ]

I also have a few favors that could be used for this and that. If it's to be a gathering place, a mana pool may be a good idea as well, now that I think on it.

Will you be needing help once this place opens, too?

[ Please say yes. ]

[yourattention]

you have my axe
cj

[He's been waiting his whole life to make this joke and it's completely legitimate.]

action;

[souldeterminant]

[They're up to their old mountain-climbing tricks again. Sort of. It's a mountain of lumber, in this case, and an incredibly small one in comparison to the actual thing they'd scaled once upon two stories ago. They sit at the very top log regardless, their hair undone and wildly spiking down past their shoulders, feet kicking idly as their gaze moves back and forth across the lot.]

[It seems as if they're looking for something. Or someone. And in fact, they are: if Tim should happen to catch their eye, they make a show of raising an arm and waving it at him in broad arcs.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

[ Under "Labor":]

I SAID YOU COULD COUNT IN ME, DUDE! - MAGNUS