050. Hey Hey What Can I Do

[samson]

[Spike Spiegel]
[This is ... dumb! But he needs to address it. Because reasons.]

So hey, sorry for breaking your face and stuff. Magic castle bullshit, you know how it is.
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[And with the most awesome apology known to man out of the way, Brock can be found in town, buying lumber. A little bit later, he can even be found carrying this lumber. It's all very exciting. And also mysterious.

What does a man need with that much wood? (Tongue-in-cheek sexual reference goes here.)

Still. Brock is carrying an armful of wood. He can't really see over the pile very well (he has a lot), so it's entirely possible he is very close to bumping into people.]

[ooc. open in person for kissmas or general!]

Comments

[luthored]

[ Sup. Someone may or may not be walking a black lab puppy alongside him as he reaches the outskirts of town, careful not to let him trip over said puppy. Which is hard, with Shadow constantly trying to sniff at Brock's ankles.

Brock, can you even see anything over all that? ]

Need some help?

[samson]

[He can see ...... sort of. He knows there's a dog there, though.

He glances over at Lana.] You can keep that little guy away from me.

[luthored]

[ She shortens Shadow's give on the leash, switching hands so that he's on the other side. Lana's confident that nothing would happen to him, anyway, with her watching, but she still doesn't want Brock to worry about tripping up. ]

Isn't that a little much to carry all at once? This isn't for the greenhouse, is it?

[samson]

It would've cost more to have them deliver.

[Despite currency being magic and wished-up, Brock is still stupidly frugal. Oh well.]

Nah, I did that already. It's for a smokehouse.

[luthored]

Wow, you're really going all out with this self-sufficient thing, aren't you?

[ It may sound like she's teasing, but Lana whole-heartedly approves. She dislikes how reliant people are on the castle (and on modern/magical conveniences in general). ]

Your house will be the place to go during a zombie apocalypse. We should build you a proper fence, too.

[samson]

We were going to do an acid moat with ducks fitted with lasers, but it was too complicated.

[He's smiling as he says it, but that is a real, true thing he discussed with Spike. Acid moats and laser ducks.]

I'm hoping that maybe people will want to buy some stuff if it turns out alright. Maybe start a trade instead of having to wish all the time, you know?

[luthored]

I definitely agree. That's why I live the way I do.

If you really want to start that kind of business, I'll do what I can to promote it among the city residents.

[persequor]

What are you doing?

[samson]

[Wow who even said that, he can't see around this stack of lumber...]

Uh. Carrying things.

[persequor]

[ Try down. ]

For what?

[samson]

[It takes him a second, but he does manage to get a glimpse of her by craning his neck.]

I'm going to build a thing.

[persequor]

What thing?

[samson]

A smokehouse. It's for curing meat.

Brock

[gottaknockhard]

[... Spike was afraid that might come up. What can he say? 'I'm sorry that I let your wife undress me while you were both insane'? -- Which is what he probably should mention. (The apology bit anyway.)]

Uh-huh. [There. He basically said that.]

Spike

[samson]

[Yeah that's essentially the same thing, Spike.

I should probably note here that Brock is under the assumption that Spike had been insane with magic too. So ... don't let him think otherwise, guy! That is your mission.]

I mean, I could have killed you. So. Sorry for almost killing you.

Brock

[gottaknockhard]

[He was! For about a minute there before Brock tried to break his entire ribcage in one jump. Between that and Spike's little run-in with Vicious, it's a wonder how he didn't get killed.

Just his uncanny luck.]

Don't worry about it.

Spike

[samson]

[They should have just let Brock tackle everybody. That would have snapped everyone out of their magic stupor. Without having to go on scavenger hunts, too!]

Alright. Just making sure we're cool.

[Because. You know. Almost-murder might break up a friendship.

Brock pauses for a second, then adds this because it needs to be said:]

But really, if you try to do that without the magic, I'll actually rip your head off. [JUST SO YOU KNOW...]

Brock

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is actually one of the few people who aren't that bothered by almost-murder. It's one of the few perks of his friendship.]

If that happens, you have my permission to.

Spike

[samson]

Alright.

Uh, actually ... I wanna ask you a favor, while we're talking about that.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Is this dude in construction or something?? Hank sidesteps Brock before they can bump into each other and shakes his at the sight of him.]

You must be quite the handyman back home.

[samson]

[He just likes to have a hobby, okok. Brock glances around this giant stack of lumber he's carrying, managing a small shrug.]

The guy I used to work for was too cheap to hire a housekeeper, so yeah. I'm good with my hands.

[cheerupemoborg]

He couldn't do some of it himself?

[samson]

It was a lot easier just to do it myself.

[cheerupemoborg]

What does he have you work on?

[Seriously, that's a lot of wood.]

[samson]

Uh, well, nothing now. He's not here. All this stuff is for a smokehouse.