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A village gift (Text post AND log) OTA

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

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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.

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Matt's long past that 'you know what, fuck it' phase so he just shrugs and reaches out. Always careful with his fingers slightly curled so he doesn't stab anyone in the eye or anything, he repositions fairly quickly when he brushes against Foggy's cheek. Up to the temple, and then back to the hair.

Matt looks surprised, eyebrows rising and falling for half a second.

"New chapter in life, new look. I think it suits you."

Foggy sits still and lets Matt sort out where he is and where he wants to go.

"It fit with the firm's image a lot more. I had some really nice suits, turns out I clean up okay in a properly fitted suit, who knew?"

"As long as you don't lose yourself in the firm," Matt says quietly with a small smile, pulling his hand back to rest it on top of his thigh.

"One of us has to turn out okay." And let's face it, it's not going to be Matt.

Foggy slips with a small bark of laughter.

He's not okay. He's more okay than Matt, but he's not okay and he hasn't been for a while. But Matt doesn't have his stupidly good senses and lying to him is so much easier now.

"Well, we could aim for both of us being okay, but I know how resistant you are to anything like self care."

There's something a little off about Foggy's laugh, but there's not nearly enough background information for Matt to think anything more of it so he just ducks his head and smiles.

"I'm-... getting there." He didn't think it would matter, taking Daredevil out of his life like this. It kind of does though, out here. He's both completely disoriented and reeling from the losses but at the same time, at peace from having the world taken off his shoulders.

"I think we both are. Even if... this wasn't exactly what we had in mind when we said we wanted to help people."

"I don't know how much I'm helping 'people' here, but I'll settle for you letting me help you." Which he has been, and Foggy appreciates it.

"You seem... happier. I mean, I presume that's Elektra, but before... you didn't seem happy with her. I don't mean that you weren't." He's quick to clarify. "But you seemed more... manic than happy? But now you seem happy. I like it on you."

If Foggy can get Matt to accept help that may well be his greatest accomplishment yet.

"We had... bigger things to worry about, before. Now we're just worrying about ourselves. The way things used to be, you know." Well, almost. So much has happened since then.

"She's putting up with blind me fairly well. Both of you are, actually." Which is more than Matt can say about himself. "I appreciate it."

Foggy doesn't think that's what it was at all, but it's not him, what the hell does he know?

"Matt. There's no 'putting up with blind you'. You are blind. You are Matt. You are my friend, I love you, you need help with things because you're blind. I need help with stuff all the time. It might be different, but we're all supporting each other. You? You're keeping Elektra sane and playing nice. I think that's a pretty big deal, right there."

Yeah, well. Sane is questionable. She's always been... borderline. And he has too when he's around her.

"Okay." It'll take him a while to come around and accept it, that there's no blind Matt or Daredevil Matt, he's just Matt. But he's getting there.

"You don't need my help keeping sane, I hope. I'm not doing a very good job."

Playing nice then.

"Matt, I thought you were blind blind for most of our friendship. I hope that tells you something." And it's back to slouching and knocking their knees together. "I don't have a tragic enough backstory to go insane. The only thing going to drive me mad is handling raw meat day in and day out."

"Well at least you have carpentry to fall back on. I clearly have nothing to worry about," Matt jokes. "We'd better get you decent at this woodworking gig then. You're not leaving until we've got a production line sorted."

"I really wish I knew why this stuff was sent to me. Unless it's because of all my bitching about handling raw meat has been noted some someone. Something." He pokes Matt's ankle with the toe of his boot. "I need timber before we start anything. Though at least all failures can be burned as firewood."

Honestly, people do talk about a nebulous 'them' as if someone is running the show around here. Matt doesn't know for sure. He obviously hasn't met anyone who'd claim to know anything about this place prior to their coughing out fountain water and trudging towards the inn.

Matt smiles and moves his foot a bit, daring to reach a little bit across the table to pat down anything that might be sitting on top of it.

"Do you have any here?" Timber that is. "Or should we go looking?"

There is clearly some sort of intelligence behind this place. See example one: the two boxes of stuff Foggy just got.

The files are closest to where Matt is touching. Foggy nudges one under his searching fingertips. "Wood? Not for working, just the table. Want me to go and get a piece to play with?"

Matt knows that. He got clothes that fit and a gift to assemble for a complete stranger he'd never met before, and he knew they didn't come from Elektra. Maybe they just can make things appear somehow but he doesn't want to think about someone who can do that, who could possibly somehow move around his own home without him even knowing.

He picks up one of the files and turns it over in his hand, gently running his fingertips over it. "Maybe just something small to start with?" As useless as a decorative ornament or paperweight or whatever might be, it's at least safer to start with than going ambitiously for something ridiculously complicated.

"Hm." Foggy looks at the tools and considers his own mediocre skills. "... we could try and make you a rosary? It's basically beads and a cross; I can source some thread from Anne to string it."

It was just an absent thought.

Matt lifts his head at the sound of that. He's just had to make one for a present, but he was provided with all the components and he just had to string it together. Which honestly felt like his first accomplishment here despite the fact that it was simply putting beads onto a string and tying a few good knots.

"Sure. I'd-" He purses his lips and shakes his head, smiling. "I'd like that. Who's Anne?"

"Right. I guess we'll need to make little cubes and then file them into spheres... Anne? Oh." There's a slight change to his voice. "She was the first person I met here. She's a lawyer, from our version of Earth. She's actually a Columbia graduate as well."

He is so grateful for a lack of Matt's hyper hearing right now. "She's pretty good people. We've chatted a lot, she's put up with hearing about me missing Marci, we gossiped about a few mutual professors and annoying judges. She also runs the thread and fiber initiative here."

That would be how Matt would do it, yes. It would come out a little uneven without measurements and moulds and the expertise but that's part of making things by hand, isn't it?

"She uh... she sounds interesting." Matt's got one of his unassuming smiles on but somehow it probably still looks a little bit like he might be implying something else to Foggy. Maybe it's the way he said 'interesting'.

Foggy gives Matt a long look for a moment, trying to assess that inflection and then deciding to ignore it. "She's become a really good friend."

There's things he won't say. About both of them bonding over their human garbage fires who hurt them. About New Year's Eve and a lot of booze and a private room. About the fact that she's a pretty blonde with a razor sharp mind and Foggy... has a type.

"Okay. I'm going to work on finding something we can cut up and then file into shape and we can work on that together. Be good experience for both of us."

If Matt has his senses he might have pushed, but right now he can't read into the non-response. No doubt he can make guesses, but he lets the topic go.

"Alright." He turns his hands up and waits patiently to be given something to do with some instructions, whenever Foggy's ready.

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