a seacht - inch by inch, row by row

[spiritusaequitas]

[Cardinal Sforza, Father Tres, Connor, Da & Roc]

Oi, I think we all need t' have a talk. Where d'we wanna meet?

[/Saints Filter]

[this afternoon will find Murph out in the churchyard, keeping up with the small, spare vegetable garden the brothers have planted to feed themselves and their various coming-and-going visitors. there's the occasional spatter of dirt across the journal, but he's doing his best to keep it clean]

Anyone know what kinda stuff grows best aroun' here? I planted some stuff, but I dunno how it's gonna do. I know better... just 'cuz this place looks like home doesn' mean it's gonna behave like it all th' damn time.

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dictated

[starhipped]

Tomatoes and potatoes tend to be very resilient. If you keep the wildlife away, tomatoes will do very well, I think!

[spiritusaequitas]

[he laughs, not unkindly] Thank y', Sister. ... Tomatoes, I can give a whirl, though believe me, I know more'n enough about potatoes. Already got a fair number planted.

[starhipped]

[She grew tomatoes in Istvan among many other plants and herbs, but tomatoes always seemed to do the best and produce the most crop.]

Mm! Seems like you've made a fair start. I think basil might do well here, though it's not directly edible .. Strawberries tend to do well in the summer, but I'm not sure considering the changing climate here...

[Murphy]

[sixguns]

Anywhere y'think is best. Y'know the place better than I.

[Saints Filter]

[tres_iqus]

Affirmative. Suggesting church as meeting location.

[Saints Filter]

[ironlady]

[Since Tres has (shockingly) suggested exactly what she was thinking:] Do you require us at a specific time?

[Saints Filter]

[midhitgrope]

What've you gone an' fuckin' done now?

[Such a heavy tone, Roc. It's like he expects Murphy to have done something.]

dictated;

[songsandstories]

What did you plant, ser?

All the filter that ever filtered

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor looks over at his brother]

Might be safest t'have it 'ere.

action

[alwaysaquestion]

[Renee wanders into the churchyard and watches him for a moment. Being the city girl she is, she knows next to nothing about planting, but it's never too late to learn. She feels that if she's going to be staying here awhile, she might as well help out.]

Afraid I can't help you there. What have you already tried?

[spiritusaequitas]

Strawberries'd be nice, I do like those. [he smiles, remembering their mother's homemade biscuits, too. damn. this wasn't supposed to make him more homesick, it was supposed to make it better]

What would'ja suggest on th' tomatoes? Some kinda net?

[spiritusaequitas]

Was thinkin' maybe th' chapel, but ... aye, yer right. Fuckhead won't see us all gatherin' if everyone comes out here.

[spiritusaequitas]

So far, potatoes, carrots, an' parsnips, they're all pretty hardy.

[spiritusaequitas]

Root stuff, jus' so's the weather won't fuck with it 'till I've got a better idea've what it does. Y'know. Carrots, parsnips.

[a smartass smirk] Potatoes.

[to end - in person or no?]

[spiritusaequitas]

Nothin', but we might have some work. Clean it up, th' Cardinal's comin'.

[to end!]

[spiritusaequitas]

Sounds good. I'll work out a time with Her Eminence.

Dictated for now

[midhitgrope]

Work, huh? I assume the duchess knows what kinda work we do?

[to end!]

[spiritusaequitas]

I was thinkin' whenever was convenient to you, Yer Eminence. We're flexible.

[spiritusaequitas]

Aye. She actually asked US t' help her an' Father Tres wi' th' same thing. We were cut'a th' same cloth an didn' even know it. Lord works in mysterious fuckin' ways.

[Da, to end - since he's probably there anyway]

[spiritusaequitas]

Best we do it here, I'd think. That way if th' fucker's hangin' round th' church, he won't see us all t'gether.

[midhitgrope]

... You sure you want me in on this? The last time... Well, y'know.

[songsandstories]

Have they survived?

[Naturally. What's 'to end' mean?]

[sixguns]

Tha's fine.

[tres_iqus]

Acknowledged. Are you in need of any assistance?

[starhipped]

[She's feeling a bit homesick herself! All these talks of gardens...]

A-Ah, well, at the church we did a net spread over the vegetables that the deer liked. A fence will work too, if you're in the mood to build one of those. [Thinking...] The net would have to have small enough holes that animals couldn't get their snouts through...