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[Open] Farming Club Shenanigans
Who: The Farming Club! Also open to anyone who wants to come by and harass them.
What: Agricultural avengers assembling to till some soil, plant some crops, water the ones they've already got, and converse amongst themselves in a lively fashion.
Where: A large patch of open space between House 11 and the edge of the woods.
When: Day 79-81 (please indicate which day in the thread header!)
Ned's not really one for leadership, but it isn't quite so daunting when he knows he's just acting as a kind of deputy. Erik was the one who said he should get everyone together, and so get everyone together he shall. He put out a message on the network the previous evening, naming a time and place and politely (and a little awkwardly) requesting that everyone whose name is on that trusty list for farming duties show up to help get some more things planted.
They won't be able to accomplish it in one day. Some things will need to go in other places with different soil types (according to Lydia, anyway), and some things will need to wait for the greenhouse to be built. But in the meantime there are plenty of things to be done. Grass needs to be cleared, to give them a larger plot to plant in. Someone mentioned irrigation systems. He thinks there are other things - ways of regulating sun and shade, of keeping the crops safe from birds or other dangers. He hopes he'll have enough willing hands to help do them.
Ned's brought all the tools he can find - shovels, trowels, gloves, seeds, and assorted other items. He has also set up a wobbly table that he found in the church basement, with a few pitchers of cold lemonade and a dozen or so glasses on top. There is a social component to this too, he knows. It's part of all of them working together, against the people who brought them here, looking into a future in which they aren't starving and at one another's throats, but dependent on one another to keep all this going.
What: Agricultural avengers assembling to till some soil, plant some crops, water the ones they've already got, and converse amongst themselves in a lively fashion.
Where: A large patch of open space between House 11 and the edge of the woods.
When: Day 79-81 (please indicate which day in the thread header!)
Ned's not really one for leadership, but it isn't quite so daunting when he knows he's just acting as a kind of deputy. Erik was the one who said he should get everyone together, and so get everyone together he shall. He put out a message on the network the previous evening, naming a time and place and politely (and a little awkwardly) requesting that everyone whose name is on that trusty list for farming duties show up to help get some more things planted.
They won't be able to accomplish it in one day. Some things will need to go in other places with different soil types (according to Lydia, anyway), and some things will need to wait for the greenhouse to be built. But in the meantime there are plenty of things to be done. Grass needs to be cleared, to give them a larger plot to plant in. Someone mentioned irrigation systems. He thinks there are other things - ways of regulating sun and shade, of keeping the crops safe from birds or other dangers. He hopes he'll have enough willing hands to help do them.
Ned's brought all the tools he can find - shovels, trowels, gloves, seeds, and assorted other items. He has also set up a wobbly table that he found in the church basement, with a few pitchers of cold lemonade and a dozen or so glasses on top. There is a social component to this too, he knows. It's part of all of them working together, against the people who brought them here, looking into a future in which they aren't starving and at one another's throats, but dependent on one another to keep all this going.
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He looks around at the equipment and seed packets and things, shrugging. "Well, sheds. The church basement. Around, y'know? People who used to live here had gardens and stuff." The implication being that yes, he did poke around pretty much everywhere, without asking, but it was poking around for the greater good.
Rather than merely tell Jesse what to do, Ned frames it as a request, "Hey, could you help me dig up some of this grass? There are plenty of shovels. Kinda need to clear the space before people can get anything else done."
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He nods along with Ned's explanation - had to have been a lot of work - but it's the request that has him hesitating a second or two, one of his fingers tapping in debate at the table. He looks over at the grass in question and lets out a belated, "Yeah, man, sure." It's not that he doesn't want to help, because he does. But it's the first task that he's gotten his hands on and he wants to take it with the attention it deserves. He's better with a focus, better with directions.
"I'm just sayin', you guys did a real good job." He wanders a few steps to a shovel leaning nearby, doesn't know if anybody's using it but, ay, it's his now. "Lookit how organized this shit is." He gestures to Ned again, swats at the air with the back of his hand like he might tap his arm but he's too far away for any of that. "Like, well-oiled."
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Why can't everything be as simple and as easy as baking pie? Baking pie he understands. Baking pie doesn't involve irrigation systems and weather patterns and vague horrible thoughts of their starvation should they fail. Baking pie also does not, essentially, require social interaction, which has never exactly been Ned's strong suit.
He takes a crack at it nonetheless, nods over to the spot that needs dug up, ducks around a few people to it and gets to digging. Jesse should be able to just follow his example: isn't all that difficult, really. Just tiring and tedious.
"So you know, uh, Jesse Finch, then?" Might be a good place to start the conversation: someone they know in common, "I'm in the same house as him." Wow, Ned. Brilliant opener. How is small-talk so nerve-wracking? Luckily, there is plenty of unsuspecting turf around him for him to take his frustrations and awkwardness out on.
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"Right on, man," he tries to assuage some of that surprise he's hearing in Ned's voice, squints at him with a bit of a grin before he kicks his first shovelful into the ground. The guy seems nice, real nice. A little skittish or something like it, and Jesse's almost- not sure how to act around it. His normal self, sure, but it gives him a feeling like he's gotta impress this guy. It makes him take this shoveling thing seriously.
Jesse Finch? The guy he just ended up - well, essentially crying on his shoulder yesterday, a fact he's still wiped out about. Jesse pauses in his shoveling to spasmodically regrip his hands on the shovel handle, shrugs a shoulder. "A little," he admits, frowning at the ground. "Been here-" And he sighs, once he does out the math. "Two months now? Came across him when I first showed up in this place, we kinda hit it off." He digs in another shovelful, looks up at Ned. "You live with him, huh? Galen too."
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"So, uh. Where you from? And when, I guess."
Sometimes he thinks he's never going to get used to the weirdness of this place. Jesse sounds modern to his ears, but for all he knows he's from the year 2500.
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It's quiet in his place, he can't imagine what it's like living with too many people anymore. Only one other person in House 13 and he's weird enough, that many people's- Well. Just because Jesse likes people doesn't mean he necessarily wants to take up permanent residence with them.
Anyway. He lazily kicks the shovel into the ground again, squints down at what he's doing. "ABQ, born and bred," he offers, and then glances up briefly. "It's, uh. New Mexico." God, 'when'. That shouldn't have to be something on the regular, and Jesse's hand rubs over his face before he keeps digging. "2010. You're, like-" Wait. "You're not like from the future or somethin', are you?"
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Ned shakes his head at his question about whether he's from the future. "2007," he reassures him, with a little smile, "ABQ is Albequerque, right? That's clever. I hadn't heard that. I'm from no place you'd have heard of - tiny little town, middle of nowhere, you get the idea."
There is a steady rhythm to the digging that sets him at ease, makes the talking feel more natural and less like an excruciating effort to overcome his inclination towards shyness.
"But Jesse - I mean the other one - says I must be from a kind of parallel universe to him and Kenzi and Galen, even though the years are almost the same. Something about the technology being wrong. He was talking about… phones you carry around like walkie talkies or these things-" he taps his wrist communicator, "-and, uh, stalking people with… my-tube?" Ned knows that isn't right but he can't for the life of him remember what the actual name had been. It was some days ago and neither Finch nor Kenzi had been in the best frame of mind to actually explain, "Something like that. Apparently computers are a big thing where they come from."
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2007, huh? Not too far behind him. It's comforting, when he finds the people actually from around when he lives. Makes him a little less agitated about all the weird going on in this place. "Yeah, yeah, you got it. City, though, ain't like no small town." He's curious, though: "Hey, waddya even do in places like that, huh? Ain't no arcades or nothin'."
He listens to Ned carefully about the technology, nose carefully wrinkling as he goes along, like he doesn't quite get it. They've got gods, they've got angels, they've got green people and fucking robot bears in the woods. Now they've got alternate universes? This place was too Twilight Zone for him sometimes. Shock to the system. He shrugs a shoulder, but lets out a bark of a laugh when Ned says it, 'my-tube', and looks up at him. "It's, uh," a half a grin, "it's Youtube. Yeah, I got all that shit too - you- you seriously don't got computers or nothin'?" He pauses a beat. "You got, like, TVs and crap, though, right? -Kinda like here, like house phones and radios and all that shit?"
No cell phones. How did he function?
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When Jesse asked him what there is to do in small towns like Coeur d'Coeurs, he shrugs, "Not much." Then again, even once he'd moved to a larger city, he didn't end up doing much. Perhaps the problem isn't the places, but him, and the way he lived. "But even boarding school or small towns are interesting compared to here." Except when things get too interesting - like with the hallucinations, or out-of-control forest fires, or that kind of thing. Ned doesn't think that kind of thing should count, though.
"Yeah, youtube, that's what I meant." He is less embarrassed about it speaking with Pinkman, even though he's laughing just as hard as Kenzi and the other Jesse had. "Computers exist, they're just… not the sort of thing your average person has. I worked for this guy a couple years ago who invented stuff, he had one." He doesn't brag about having used it once to Pinkman though - he doesn't want to make himself a complete object of ridicule. "We had TVs and phones and radios and cars. It's not the complete stone age."