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pluviosa2024-07-12 09:28 pm
paladinforhire) wrote in pluviosa2024-07-12 09:28 pm
[Open] words within the squall
Who: Fridtjof and Open
What: Doing various tasks around the ship, Fridtjof is open for bothering.
Where: Deck R3, Deck 0, Deck R2
When: Day 23+, after the info meeting
Warnings: /shrug but possibly zone 6 Endwalker spoilers
The Bun is In
Fridtjof is often found in the clinic - the one Ratio's taken over, at least. He's slowly learning about the different kinds of medicines, even if some of them seem a bit... redundant to him. Even still, he's doing his best - and so he finds himself humming to himself as he sorts papers or writes down notes.
If he hears someone come in he'll look up. "Ah, hello. What can I do for you?" Or maybe they just heard his tune? It's jaunty, but not something he can really do without a full orchestra. And he's no bard, anyway.
Whistle While You Whittle
Where he does start singing is when he's sitting on the top deck. He's got a large knife and a hunk of wood. Whatever it is he's singing, it sounds pretty melancholy. He's stripping pieces from the wood slowly with his blade and working on making it roughly circular.
He doesn't look busy at least, so he might as well be pestered. Given the tone of what he's singing he might well welcome the distraction. He seems a bit lost in thought, though a sudden noise is sure to draw his attention.
Washing Away
He... isn't used to this kind of machinery. He's got a bundle of sheets in his arms and is staring at the washing machines. Tentatively he presses a button and jumps back when the machine starts to rumble. He presses the button again to try to stop it but it's... not stopping.
He's not even sure what he should use as soap. He does have a good amount of dirt in his sheets. He tries to keep it clean but... well. One can only track through decks covered in plants and not get things dirty for so long.
Help. Help this poor man.
What: Doing various tasks around the ship, Fridtjof is open for bothering.
Where: Deck R3, Deck 0, Deck R2
When: Day 23+, after the info meeting
Warnings: /shrug but possibly zone 6 Endwalker spoilers
The Bun is In
Fridtjof is often found in the clinic - the one Ratio's taken over, at least. He's slowly learning about the different kinds of medicines, even if some of them seem a bit... redundant to him. Even still, he's doing his best - and so he finds himself humming to himself as he sorts papers or writes down notes.
If he hears someone come in he'll look up. "Ah, hello. What can I do for you?" Or maybe they just heard his tune? It's jaunty, but not something he can really do without a full orchestra. And he's no bard, anyway.
Whistle While You Whittle
Where he does start singing is when he's sitting on the top deck. He's got a large knife and a hunk of wood. Whatever it is he's singing, it sounds pretty melancholy. He's stripping pieces from the wood slowly with his blade and working on making it roughly circular.
He doesn't look busy at least, so he might as well be pestered. Given the tone of what he's singing he might well welcome the distraction. He seems a bit lost in thought, though a sudden noise is sure to draw his attention.
Washing Away
He... isn't used to this kind of machinery. He's got a bundle of sheets in his arms and is staring at the washing machines. Tentatively he presses a button and jumps back when the machine starts to rumble. He presses the button again to try to stop it but it's... not stopping.
He's not even sure what he should use as soap. He does have a good amount of dirt in his sheets. He tries to keep it clean but... well. One can only track through decks covered in plants and not get things dirty for so long.
Help. Help this poor man.