log: settling in

[cinere]

WHO: Asch the Bloody
WHERE: The Inn, The Woods, House 23
WHEN: 9/14 - 9/19
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None yet

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The Inn
Asch was sitting at a table, with one of the survival machete's from the cache that he had just signed out. Intending to go out and hunt as best as he could. He was eating by himself, with a cup of whatever drink there was that morning, his bag on the floor by his feet. It was early enough that it wouldn't be as hot out.

He had spent the last day or so cleaning out the dust and much from a house he had claimed for himself, but had yet to make quite livable. Though the inn was good and probably the best place to be more people had arrived since him, people with less skills to survive, he assumed anyway, those people needed the space more than he would. So, he was trying to make it livable.

The Woods
It was between eight and nine am when Asch made his way out into the woods. The clothes had been emptied out of his bag and left at the house, so that he had room for things he might gather. He kept in mind the things he had learned from Alec a few days ago. The Machete in hand as he made his way deeper inside of the woods. Moving silently up to sit in a tree and wait for something bigger, though in time he would get bored when that didn't have much luck and go back to smaller game. Aiming to leave at least one or two small animals and some mushrooms or something to make up for the food he's eaten while gathering for his new home to.

He stayed in the woods until near nightfall, returning to the Inn long enough to drop off two small prepared squirrels, and a good sized pile of mushrooms, before cleaning off and leaving the machete back where he got it and crossing out his name in the book.

House #23
Making his way back from the inn, with his bag over his shoulder, Asch made his way up onto the porch and inside to drop the bag off in the kitchen. He made his way back out dropping on the porch looking out at the sunset. The day was ending and he was tired from his day in the woods but the house still had a lot of work to do, but it could wait until tomorrow.

When the morning came he set about cleaning the house for awhile, there was work to be done and he needed to keep busy for now. He'd head out to the woods by noon at the latest but for now, the doors and windows were open as the red head would randomly come out with linens and such for a few minutes before going back in with whatever else he ahd left on the porch before.