043. Ten Years Gone

[samson]

[Molotov's friends]
[dictated]

Alright, just reminding you guys about Molotov's thing. It's on the seventh, and it's a surprise party. So show up at my cabin by two o'clock and I'll bring her over at like 2:15.

Uh, my cabin's southwest of the castle, by the way. Sort of in the woods. It's the only building over there, so you won't miss it.

[A pause.] Don't touch anything until we get there.
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[MEANWHILE... Brock is actually sitting in his cabin. Just sitting there. How exciting.

He dictates into the journal again after a fashion, but without any filters.]

So if I started a communal garden or something, would anyone use it? I don't want to be stuck tending to everybody's shit if people get bored of it is what I'm saying.

But like ... I'm thinkin' maybe we should start being more self-sufficient around here. Apparently the castle doesn't like giving us a total free ride, so. It might be worth the effort.

Comments

[fanstheflame]

Absolutely. I think that's a good idea. ... I know a couple of people who'd probably want to help, too.

[samson]

Yeah? Alright, great. We'll probably need some guys to actually, like ... teach people about gardening, too.

[fanstheflame]

I know more about foraging and identifying the plants than actually growing them - but I'm sure there'd be people willing to help.

[samson]

Oh, ha, I kind of meant vegetable gardening. Not like wild onions or mushrooms or anything.

[fanstheflame]

I figured. I know a little about that, too. But if we turn this into some ... community food-sharing thing? I know a lot more about how those work. So I'd be willing to add whatever I end up finding out in the woods.

friends filter;

[heloise]

Knives, did you say?

forever!

[samson]

I think I said that.

[heloise]

Does she have preferences?

[samson]

Sharp ones. [THIS IS A JOKE, he's joking.]

Uh, anything fancy is something she'll probably dig. Like, jewels or pearl or something like that.

[heloise]

[ SHE DOESN'T CATCH THE JOKE, notes it down. ]

Knives and pearls. What a contrast that would make.

[mal_addict]

...Sorry, I can't get the image out of my head of you in a pair of dungarees chewing on a long piece of straw.

Farmer Brock. Has a nice ring to it.

[samson]

Okay. You don't get to use my communal farm.

[mal_addict]

Oh no, now I can never learn what it's like to be muddy and dig up potatoes I wont' eat.

Woe. Woe is me.

[samson]

[Oh, that's a good point.]

Do you even eat? Or do you just drink coffee ...

[mal_addict]

I can eat if I want to, but I don't get any nutrition from it.

Friends

[assassino]

[amused]

How could I forget?

Friends forever :')

[samson]

Is she bothering you about it?

Awww :')

[assassino]

No, of course not... I just would not forget the part of one of the most important women in my life.

BFF charm bracelets, matching tattoos, etc

[samson]

[Not sure ... how to take this ...]

One of them?

yes. all those things.

[assassino]

Of course.

mol's friends filter

[echivoc]

Noted.

Can't promise I won't touch anything though.

filter forever!!

[samson]

I can't promise I won't hit you.

yes good

[echivoc]

And anger your wife at her own surprise birthday party? For shame.

[samson]

I can do it later. After.

[echivoc]

She'd still be upset.