A village gift (Text post AND log) OTA

[clouded_heart]

WHO: Foggy Nelson
WHERE: South Village Inn
WHEN: Jan 10th ish
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None at present

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Text post
UN: haventthe

Hey people, Foggy here. I got a couple of those boxes that seem to happen to people and while it's addressed to me, I get the feeling that it's meant for the collective. I've got a bunch of woodworking tools here, including chisels, files, a saw and a hand drill with drill bits.

I'm taking this a hint that they approved of my amateur forays into carpentry and want that to continue, but I want to make sure everyone knows they're welcome to use them. For now, I'm keeping everything at the South Inn, but maybe we can set up one of the houses, or the mill as a workshop at some point.

Even had an idea for making paper from the sawdust and shavings. That's probably going to need experimentation though.

South Village Inn

True to his word, Foggy has set up in the large front room. He's moved a table to a far corner and he's set out the tools, checking them over to see if they're all fine. He does know all these tools, he did high school wood working, but it's been a while.

A long while.

But the main reason for sitting here is so that it's apparent he is here, and the tools are here, and they can work something out for making useful things and teaching people to make useful things.

Comments

Inn

[onesyllable]

Luckily for Foggy, Joshua is staying off the device after trying to read and type and ending up on some weird voice recording thing that broadcast him to a sweet lady who at least was kind to him.

In fact, he hadn't see the post, and was just down in the southern village looking for supplies for the farmstead that they were working to make a reality further north. Planning to pick up some things from the butcher shop that he's offered to carry north, he takes a stop by the inn. Mostly for the food, and because he's not really gotten out around the village as his bunkmates do.

He's glad though to be back in his clothes, the ones he feels comfortable in. Even if they apparently mark him as a man "out of time" as he's been told with the linen shirt and vest, jeans and boots with a hat low on his brow.

There's a few people around, but then there's someone at a table with a few things that he's familiar with.

Altering his path, he comes over to where the man is.

"Vasquez hadn't mentioned we had a carpenter around here. Unless, of course, you're the mortician in which case I'm not being measured for a box. Thanks but no thanks."

[clouded_heart]

Sitting in the main room, Foggy raises an eyebrow at the approaching man.

He's a cowboy.

No... he's a bounty hunter, which is what too many people call a cowboy, but he doubts this guy's primary income was herding cows.

"Not either," he admits after a moment. "I just got these in a box in my room. Well, two boxes. I work at the butcher's and back home I'm a lawyer." He offers out a hand. "Foggy Nelson."

[onesyllable]

"You got one of them too, huh?" He smooths a hand over his vest. "Got left on Vasquez's bed, but had all my things in them," he admits, nodding. "Hope that happens regularly," he admits, his drawl there but not as pronounced as many.

"You do any wood work then? Or think they're ju... Wait, you said the butcher? So you work with Bobo then, huh?" He makes a face, not quite rolling his eyes. Almost but not quite stopping himself.

He holds out his hand though. "Name's Joshua Faraday. Pleasure to meetcha, Foggy." Not even blinking at the name. It wasn't Goodnight, after all.

[clouded_heart]

"I made a sight cane for my friend, Matt, he's the blind man in house three with Elektra. Now I have this, so I guess the powers that be decided that I should keep doing this. Since I hate handling dead bodies and meat day in and day out. If I'd wanted to do that, I would've stayed in the family business."

He pushes out a chair with his foot, silently inviting Joshua to sit. "You don't sound like you're a fan of the man."

[onesyllable]

"A blind man in this place? Good thing he's got friends like you then. Can't imagine that's going to be easy if there's a lot of cold around here."

Giving a nod, he pulls out the chair and slides into it. "Thank you. I appreciate it," he says, glad for someone being social. "Well, I can't say I rightly know him," he admits. "I mean, we share a house and all, but I'm not real comfortable around him."

Because he has to think about how Vasquez used their relationship to poke verbally at Joshua after he arrived but talking about him and Vasquez like that is hard.

"I guess he's fine. He keeps food in the house and wood for the fire. I don't know. He's just..." He shrugs, waving his hand. "There's just something."

UN: dominant da

[can_fight_ugly]

Foggy,

When you have a moment, I was wondering if you'd be willing to talk about what happened on New Year's Eve?

Respectfully yours,

Anne

UN: haventthe | Private text

[clouded_heart]

You don't need to be quite so formal, given we got to know each other pretty well that night.

Want me to come to your place, or you coming over to the Inn?

PermaPrivate Text

[can_fight_ugly]

Point taken.

Would you mind coming over here? Offers a little more privacy for the Inn.

For discussion.

[clouded_heart]

I wouldn't assume anything else. Give me a few minutes to get over there, okay?

[can_fight_ugly]

I'll see you soon then.

un: Bull

[ataashihunter]

Think you can make a Qunari sized bed? Mine is a little short.

[clouded_heart]

Honestly? No idea. I'm not a carpenter. But we might be able to work something out. We being you and me and whoever else is interested or has knowledge.

[ataashihunter]

I'd need something fairly big and sturdy. Are there others here who knows how to build things?

[clouded_heart]

Again, I have no idea. I'm hoping to chase some of them out with putting this up. Otherwise... We'll have to go with good old trial and error?

I'm willing to give it a shot, is what I'm saying, but it might take a few goes.

[ataashihunter]

That I don't mind. Could always be fun testing out the bed afterwards if you're interested.

Inn!

[nobroth]

Alistair, of all places, had been upstairs. For all he'd been generally fine with the clothes he'd been sent, they felt awfully thin and that had led to a dive into what clothes he could find there in the Inn.

And to say that their number, when it came to a guy his size, was thin on the ground... It was an understatement.

Still, he was wearing a pair of jeans when he came down, as well as a T-shirt that was a size or so too small for him and an overshirt he was still trying to button past having his hands full of some gloves and a hat and a scarf and a jacket he didn't need when he was indoors. At least he was warmer now, he thought, even raising a hand to greet Foggy when he saw him--

For all that was when he also saw--

"Woodworking tools? Ooh, handy. We're going to need those."

[clouded_heart]

Foggy looks towards the voice and the smile he gives isn't just his usual one, but an actual bright, genuinely happy to see one. "Alistair! I just got these and I have like, only nominal experience in using them. Should I be thanking you for returning me back here on New Year's Eve?"

[nobroth]

"I kind of insisted," he nodded as he sat down at Foggy's table. "You were starting to gain a friendship with the floor and I was concerned. You're doing all right, though?"

[clouded_heart]

"I lived and the hang over has ended. I was pretty miserable for about three days." He looks a little sheepish, but not actually embarrassed. "I needed it, but I probably over did things. A lot. Still, it helped for the night."

[nobroth]

"Just don't end up there for... I dunno, more than a night or two every few months? Voice of experience." But then he was putting down all the warm things he'd found upstairs so he could have his hands empty to button his shirt. It was a nice shirt. ...Weird, but nice. It felt good, thick, warm - better quality than most he'd ever worn. And with pockets on the chest. That was new.

"The tools, though - you're not practiced in them very much? Huh. Wonder why you got them, then," he mused. "...And who gave them to you."

[blindninja]

Matt's making it to the inn quicker and quicker each day, largely thanks to Foggy's help. He's stopped by to grab some lunch, but he can hear the commotion and he comes up to Foggy's temporary new workspace, reaching out with one hand to stop himself from walking into the corner of the table.

Obviously he never spent time on social media at home; it's a very visual platform with photos and messages and the like, and he doesn't spend much time on the network now either, so he didn't realise what was going on.

[clouded_heart]

Foggy spent a few days helping Matt with it, then he went incommunicado for a few days at New Year's to recover from the hangover he gave himself.

When he hears the tapping, he looks up. "Hey... the chairs are all pushed in, you should be able to safely navigate over. I'm in the back corner, I got one of those box things people talk about. Full of woodworking tools I barely know how to use."

[blindninja]

The sound of Foggy's voice has Matt lifting his head and eyebrows, smiling in recognition.

"Making Jesus proud?" he jokes as he moves around to the source of Foggy's voice. He's still not a great judge of distance so he stands a little further away than most people would have a comfortable conversation in.

"Are they straightforward at least? Chisels and hammers? Or the kinds of things you've never seen before?"

[clouded_heart]

"Sure. If by proud you mean, I'm trying to wrangle people who know what they're doing because I sure don't. Two steps forward, buddy, and I'll put the back of the chair under your hands."

It's the things he never realised he didn't need to do before.

"Planers. Chisels, soft hammer. A hand drill with some metal bits. Hand saw and some files. Good starter set."

[blindninja]

He takes two steps forward, slightly smaller than his usual confident stride though he seems to be working at getting that back, and lets Foggy guide him.

"I'm sure you're starting with just shelves and ornaments for now, but do you think you can make some furniture with all this eventually?" It can't be that hard, right? All that insert A into B type of flatpack self-assembled furnishings makes this kind of thing seem much easier than it really is.