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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-18 10:18 pm
ad_dicendum) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-18 10:18 pm
† tamen defendebat aerarium | OPEN
WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: The fields, the storehouse in 6I, around the village, and the Inn
WHEN: October 8-31
OPEN TO: All!!
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of slavery
The seasons are turning. It starts with a chill in the air, nights that are deeper and days when the sun feels a little less bold. Then, of course, the trees start to turn, green shading into gold and through to reds, oranges, browns, so that the woods start to be mottled with autumnal shades. It's Gracchus' first autumn here, but he knows how to read the world around him and see the way this place is rolling towards winter.
He may be a city man, born and raised in and for Rome, but he's also the owner of farmlands, and the patron of Italian farmers. He'd worked for small farmers for years on his agrarian commission, and he'd gotten to know some of them over that time. The patterns of the harvest impacted on his and his brother's support, and he knows them well enough to recognise that the changing leaves and falling temperatures mean that the crops the village has planted will soon need to be stored against the winter.
He spends some time working in the cleared area where the crops have been planted. Some mornings he'll be there, either watching the people at work to learn more about what they're doing, or helping out himself.
He spends more time in the village storehouse with his tablets and stylus, or the set of tools he'd claimed. It's still run-down, like many of the buildings in the village and almost all of them in the village beyond the edge of the canyon. There are holes in the roof and some run-down and damaged parts of the interior he thinks must have been damaged in the recent earthquakes.
The first thing he does is stocktake the storehouse, going from area to area with his tablet and noting down what is where. He still remembers the conversation he'd had with Kate Kelly months ago about planning and organising what they have in storage and what they need. But the most important task, and the one he turns to later in the month, is fixing the damage and cleaning the storehouse. He brings rags and supplies from the Inn for the cleaning, and collects wood from the forest and what's left of the damaged abandoned buildings for repairs. There's not much left to salvage, but he takes what he can find. Some days he's inside working on the walls, and sometimes he's on the roof, and other days he's cleaning, the sort of work he'd once have gotten a slave to do. Whenever anyone comes by, he's glad to accept any help.
He returns to the Inn each night tired from exertion, but pleased with his work, and each evening after the small group that lives there finishes their evening meal, he remains downstairs, planning his next day's work.
[ all locations are open, feel free to catch him in the fields, storehouse, scavenging around the village, or in the Inn]
WHERE: The fields, the storehouse in 6I, around the village, and the Inn
WHEN: October 8-31
OPEN TO: All!!
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of slavery
The seasons are turning. It starts with a chill in the air, nights that are deeper and days when the sun feels a little less bold. Then, of course, the trees start to turn, green shading into gold and through to reds, oranges, browns, so that the woods start to be mottled with autumnal shades. It's Gracchus' first autumn here, but he knows how to read the world around him and see the way this place is rolling towards winter.
He may be a city man, born and raised in and for Rome, but he's also the owner of farmlands, and the patron of Italian farmers. He'd worked for small farmers for years on his agrarian commission, and he'd gotten to know some of them over that time. The patterns of the harvest impacted on his and his brother's support, and he knows them well enough to recognise that the changing leaves and falling temperatures mean that the crops the village has planted will soon need to be stored against the winter.
He spends some time working in the cleared area where the crops have been planted. Some mornings he'll be there, either watching the people at work to learn more about what they're doing, or helping out himself.
He spends more time in the village storehouse with his tablets and stylus, or the set of tools he'd claimed. It's still run-down, like many of the buildings in the village and almost all of them in the village beyond the edge of the canyon. There are holes in the roof and some run-down and damaged parts of the interior he thinks must have been damaged in the recent earthquakes.
The first thing he does is stocktake the storehouse, going from area to area with his tablet and noting down what is where. He still remembers the conversation he'd had with Kate Kelly months ago about planning and organising what they have in storage and what they need. But the most important task, and the one he turns to later in the month, is fixing the damage and cleaning the storehouse. He brings rags and supplies from the Inn for the cleaning, and collects wood from the forest and what's left of the damaged abandoned buildings for repairs. There's not much left to salvage, but he takes what he can find. Some days he's inside working on the walls, and sometimes he's on the roof, and other days he's cleaning, the sort of work he'd once have gotten a slave to do. Whenever anyone comes by, he's glad to accept any help.
He returns to the Inn each night tired from exertion, but pleased with his work, and each evening after the small group that lives there finishes their evening meal, he remains downstairs, planning his next day's work.
[ all locations are open, feel free to catch him in the fields, storehouse, scavenging around the village, or in the Inn]
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"I do not know how much wood the houses here need," he admits. "The heating here is not familiar, but we should be able to work out what we need based on last winter."
Mark Watney has been here much longer than he has, and those of the people here who live in their own houses have managed on their own with the heating, while Gaius himself lives in the Inn, which has its own, different needs.
He considers Watney's questions. In Rome and in the army, he'd always had assistance, people to whom he could delegate tasks, but he'd always been looking after supplies for more than a few dozen people, too. He doesn't expect this place to offer the same sort of debate and protest that the grain allocations in Rome had caused.
"I think I can manage the supplies. Help with the repairs would be good. There is still much to do and I am not yet skilled at the work."
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Idly, I wonder if we've got any cats who could spend the winter here if we made some accomodations. Bugs will be less of a problem once the cold weather really hits, but we'll probably get vermin.
"I don't suppose you happen to have a cat, do you?" I ask with sheepish smile. For most people, putting their pet in a place like this for the winter is a big ask.