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firacrux ([personal profile] firacrux) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2019-02-10 05:04 pm

Feb catch-all with an oops

WHO: Seifer Almasy
WHERE: Various places around the village
WHEN: Monthly catch-all for Feb 10th ~ 23rdish
OPEN TO: OTA with a few closed threads
WARNINGS: Some swearing, will update if necessary


Working at the Forge:

As always when on his normal routine Seifer could be found at the forge, working away. This time he was focused on finishing off Niska's commission, it had gone on the back burner for far too long. By now he felt he had a solid enough understanding of how smithing worked that he could hammer out a reasonable design. Several sketches and a few scrapped prototypes later and he was finally on the right track.

The task was ample distraction to keep him out of his own head and far from focusing on the recent increase in lack of sleep. Honestly, he'd take any form of distraction right about now. Conversation, annoyance, a fight, you name it. With none of those conveniently available he threw himself all in on this project, which started out with making a mold for the plate in which the pills would be pressed through out of clay and indenting that into the damp sand for casting. Still had the base, the handle, and then the lever mechanism to attempt to fit together and get working before he could call this project anything close to a success.

Thank Hyne Niska had provided him with something rather complex for his first commission. This should give him an excuse not to sleep much for a few days.


Helping at the Inn - OTA:

Work was slowing down at the forge. They only needed so many nails, gears, and hinges cast so after a point Seifer decided to spread his efforts elsewhere. That was how he’d showed up and volunteered for cooking duty that day. Which meant breakfast that morning was eggs and a whole bunch of his specialty pancakes. Yes, yes, everyone loves waffles, but you need a waffle iron for waffles and all he has is a skillet. So that means pancakes.

Piles of them.

As well as a nice hearty soup he was throwing potatoes and other root vegetables into. That one would be finished by lunch. He’d even been nice and brought a few of the nice yellow footed chanterelles he’d found to add to the community pot. Funny how quickly he’d found himself comfortable in the kitchen. Honestly he could spend all day there and be happy as a clam. Especially right now that he had a mighty need for distraction which resulted in a willingness to experiment with more spices than usual. These will be his best pancakes and soup yet.

Nearby he’d sacrificed a soup bone to the expertly begging Elkhound he’d noticed hanging around the Inn. Very big dog, how could one resist the sad eyes of a very big dog? Now happily chewing on his bone.


Visit with the doctor: Closed to Beverly Crusher:

It was weird showing up at someone’s house you didn’t know. Even weirder doing that to ask for tea. And yet, here he was after he’d received information from Nida where to go knocking on someone’s door. Should he really be doing this? Maybe he should have contacted her on the network first.

Well, too late now as he’d already knocked. If she wasn’t home then he could run away without embarrassing himself too much. No, Almasy, it’s just a doctor, no reason to freak out. It couldn’t possibly be that bad, right? Just ask about tea then leave her alone. Perfect.


Crocdog hunting redux: closed to Anne:

One morning he woke up with a wild idea and knew just the person to impose it on. Or rather, a recap of their last failed adventure and a great idea to get out and learn fresh things while they tried to succeed this time. So, after packing far too many supplies in his backpack and tying some blankets into a nice tight roll inside a borrowed tarp he appeared on Anne’s doorstep knocking.

It’s way too early in the day for this and yet the dumb grin he’s wearing says he’s absolutely ready to get into an adventure. They’re gonna find a dog.



(OOC: Got another idea, want to plot something? Feel free to hit me up or toss up a wildcard starter!

EDIT: Oops didn't realize that he didn't have his band yet for the band glitch to be fixed. My bad.)

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