Outdoor “Fun”: Open Mingle Log

[bordersmods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL!
Where: The farms outside the city walls, then the park in the housing tract
When: Wednesday through Saturday
What: Farm work and well-earned barbecue
Warnings: None

The lazy days of orientations and exploration had given way quite suddenly to work... and not work necessarily suited to everyone involved, either! The harvest had to get planted, or else food come winter would be pretty scarce. In order to plant as much as possible, everyone in the city who couldn’t be spared from something else was being drafted-- everybody. Most were put to the fields to plow and sow, though some, whether having particular talents elsewhere or simply not enough stamina for moving about all day, got to sort seeds, move rocks in the way of the plows and tractors, and

Some of the farms were more modern than others, with tractors giving way to horse- and dragon-drawn plows, and some were more magical than others, automatic watering systems side by side with tiny, magical rainclouds. And some of the farmers were more friendly than others, particularly the one dragon-run farm and the tayafay-owned farm, both on opposite sides of the city.

By Saturday morning, the work was deemed complete, or as close to complete as one could reasonably expect, and the rest of the weekend saw the new residents free for resting up or fun, as they wished. More regular work, depending on what everyone had signed up to do, would begin on Monday. To make up for the often exhausting work of the past few days, Saturday evening saw the park at the center of the Knolls full of barbecues, fire pits, light of various kinds, and music: free food for all!

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Santiani, a Silfay farm [OTA]

[godsrevolver]

Someone had taken one look at Santiani’s long ears and pointed face, and sent him to a Silfay establishment, far from any source of polluting technology or potentially angry dragon. Normally, that would be a kind decision, given how his species reacted to both machinery and dragons.

In this case, however, it wound up disrupting everything going on at the farm: magically enhanced seeds withered to dry husks; wellsprings flooded in his direction then promptly dried up; a delicate web of soil-enrichment charms all turned inside out and left behind only heavy clay. The end result was Santiani relegated to the very edge of the property, minding the water for people to come by and drink, looking somewhere between amused, annoyed, and very, very bored.

Whichever farm you want, friends (OTA)

[inchesofevil]

Growing up on a ranch meant that, while Duncan might not like farmwork, he understood the necessity of it and would do his part with only a few weary sighs instead of vocal complaints. He did, however, manage to con his way into a low-key job that kept him in one spot under the premise that he needed to be easy to find and able to drop whatever he was doing at a moment's notice in case anybody ended up in need of emergency medical attention. Accidents happened, you know? And heatstroke. That too.

So, for most of the week, he was assigned to the simple but tedious task of sorting seeds and handing out supplies. He was a pretty distinct figure among the workers, wearing a Stetson and cowboy boots along with a lab coat. Look, the boots were comfortable and the Stetson helped prevent heat stroke, and the lab coat identified him as a doctor. It was practical, alright? And maybe he was just a little bit more Texan at heart than he liked to admit.

No accent, though. He kept that shut up tight. You'd have to be listening awful close to hear any hint of a twang.

Anyway, whether you're there for a bag of seeds or a shovel or even some Deere keys, feel free to bother the cowboy doctor handing them out. Also feel free to bother him if you're bleeding or fainting, that too. That's primarily what he's there for, anyway.