[Open] Farming Club Shenanigans

[nedofpies]

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.

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[bostonhowler]

Brigid manages to swallow the growl, pulling out a rock and then working on the next one. "I don't know what happened with the barrier." She hadn't been close enough to hear or smell anything. Her claws dig around the rock for a moment, before she answers.

"Dilandau. He set fire to the woods with several of us still in it. I think he was trying to create a further diversion, but all it did was make it harder for us to get out of the woods." She knows St. Balthazar had been hurt. She doesn't know about anyone else.

"They used some sort of chemical too." She'd smelled it. "I don't know what."

[nedofpies]

Well that's…more than a little terrifying. Ned had known there was a fire but not that any particular person set it. He'd assumed a short circuit from one of the mechanical monsters that roamed the woods. He pauses in his work to stare at her with horror marked out clearly on his face.

"Did anyone get hurt?" he asks, strain in his voice. He doesn't think anyone had died, he'd have probably heard about that, but people tend to keep themselves to themselves here about the smaller stuff. He includes himself in that category: it isn't like he goes around announcing the injuries he gets. Everyone knows that living in this place is dangerous, that people get hurt all the time. No need to send out little reminders to all the other people lucky enough to not find themselves injured on that particular day.

"Did he… he didn't know, did he? That there were people who would be trapped?"

[bostonhowler]

Brigid can smell his horror. It offers a tang to the air that hadn't been there before. She wants to reassure him, tell him that everything will be alright. But the moon - only four days away - tugs at her, and pulls at the wolf. She grits some of it back, but some still leaks around the edges.

She yanks out the stone and tosses it to the side. "I don't know if anyone got hurt. And he knew very well that we were still in there. He just didn't care." Brigid lowers her eyes, in case they flash. She doesn't want to out herself so quickly, with an alpha here.

"He admitted that much to me and then told me to quit whining because I was unscathed." She yanks up the hoe again to begin working.

[nedofpies]

Ned doesn't see anything out of place about Brigid's anger; he's outraged (in his tightly-contained way) on her behalf, and on the behalf of everyone else who had been in the woods. He remembers what River had said about the fire, how it had frightened her, and frightened the people near it and frightened her even further through their minds.

"You said his name was Dilandu?" Ned makes a mental note to stay the hell away from him, says warmly, "Well he sounds like an unrepentant psycho if you ask me." If it had been an accident, if he had apologized, Ned's position would be different. But the deliberate indifference towards life, the lack of apology or atonement after - he can't fathom it. It doesn't surprise him, but he doesn't understand, either.

[bostonhowler]

She glances up at him. His scent changed again. She isn't sure what that means. "Dilandau." She offers, still studying the strange man that smells like horror and anger and... pie? Why does he smell like pie?

"When I found the woman hacked in half, he was nice enough." Compared to what she's used to. He could have been far sharper with her than he had been. She digs her hoe into the ground, churning the ground in preparation for the seeds.

"He... has a fetish for fire, I think." There's no better way to describe it.

[nedofpies]

Ned grimaces a little when Brigid mentions finding a body, because she shouldn't have to deal with that kind of thing, or with nearly being burned alive. She seems like a really nice girl. She ought to be allowed to have a nice and simple life, back home in Boston with her overprotective uncle.

"Pyromania isn't really an excuse for nearly burning people alive," Ned points out. People shouldn't just get a pass on murder, like that. Intentions only go for so much. At a certain point, you just have to own up to the results rather than the motives. Being nice one time doesn't make up for being a psychopath at another.

"In any case, I'm glad you got out okay."

[bostonhowler]

She doesn't say that luckily there had been an angel with her. St. Balthazar hadn't wanted himself outed, and she would respect that.

Brigid just smiles. "Thank you." She says. Not many people around here seem to really care about the whole community.

She finishes her row with the hoe and straightens, looking around. The sun is headed higher in the sky and she'd told Charlie she would make some of that tea. "I'd better go. I promised to make ice tea. It was nice talking to you Ned." Another smile and she puts her hoe away before going to make the tea that hopefully everyone will enjoy.