[Network post]

[02crusnikabel]

[It was so surreal. He was pretty sure he took a nap in the church after he gave a sermon and served confessional hours. Then he closed for the day, read the good old book that only the priests and nuns could care about, and then took a nap. Yup, totally doing his job all right. It is normal to wake up on a bus where you're the only passenger on board?

He woke up on the bus, and then the bus broke down, so he walked on foot on the rest of the way. And then gotten lost on his way to find his own farm lot...and couldn't find it. Yup, he's that terribly lost. He's not good with maps.

Well, making a network post.]



Hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is Father Abel Nightroad, I'm a humble priest at your service. Lord have mercy on me, it's hot out here and I'm sweating out here, and all of this sun is giving me a terrible headache. Where can I find a cheap inn I can stay at? Because I can't find my own farm. I have to walk on foot to get here to this valley because the rest of the buses conveniently broke down, isn't that swell?

And what's this? A festival? I hope I'm not too late. Is the food free? I don't have any money on me, but I assure you, I will pay you back. Of course, if you're a kind soul who believes in charity and helping this old man out, bless your heart. All I wanted is a bottle of water or even better-iced tea, and then maybe a bowl of soup, that would be swell.

You see, I'm not asking much! Seriously, I ran out of money though. How much a loaf of bread cost? Lord, I couldn't find the grocery store either!

[He will be on his way to the festival. He hoped to get there if there are any vendors left serving food. For free, he prayed.]

Actually, I wanted baked potatoes or pizza or even curry, that would be better and more filling...


[OOC: Intro post + festival post in one post. He is fashionably late, so most of the vendors must be gone by now, and people packed up and left. Unless your character is there at the festival. Also, if you want CR with him, let it be known here or discuss permissions! (Just scroll down a bit). He will be a future pastor at a church eventually or run a book store. And yes, he's a priest by profession, a clergyman, so Father is his title. For now he wants a free meal and a place to stay...until he locates his farm.]

he's so helpful

[taakotuesdays]

So you want to be a farmer? Here's the deal. Farming's stupid easy. First thing you gotta do, is you gotta--

[ streeeetch ] You gotta get yourself all nice and limber for the farming. [ crossing one arm over a shoulder, streeetch, doing the opposite. ] The farming that we were all interrupted in the multiverse to do. Specifically, coming here for farming, when my best friends are back home and this is supposed to be a place that reunites best friends or whatever.

Thanks, Marge, you're one of a kind.

Anyway, you take some seeds. [ Throws them over his shoulder. ] -- oop.

[ He turns and blasts the seeds to grow into an impressive beanstalk, sprouting weird vegetables that only wizardry would make. ]

And that's my TED talk on farming where is the bus to the Moon.

(no subject)

[anappleaday]

[ it's been two weeks.

not a long time at all, in the grand scheme of things. even less, with all the tasks required to clean up their land and make enough money to buy what they need keeping them busy. but— long enough to buy and gather seeds for a few of the flowers they've needed, and to purchase and plant a young cherry tree. long enough to get to know this little patch of forest, and more importantly make sure it knew them. long enough to put together all the pieces to grow just a little patch of "home."

now— Lilith stands in front of a clearing on the edge of her farm bordering the forest, her snake skull mask firmly in place but the jaw left to gape open. the cherry sapling sits in the middle of the meadow, surrounded by the flower seedlings that have already put down roots and started growing in earnest. one last time, she looks over their work, and then slowly exhales. ]

—"By my authority."

[ it's only a quiet, wry mutter—like a joke she can't help but make, even if only to herself—but even so, the words echo clearly in any watching bystanders' ears for the hushed moment before the patch of greenery explodes into growth, and bursts into a veritable riot of many-colored blooms. ]

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[magitrap]

This valley is oddly peaceful, isn't it - compared to a lot of places I've - and a lot here, I'd think - come from.

[ What a way to begin a message to everybody. But, really, Cid needed something to begin his proposal with. ]

If you have any gems or rocks, I can turn them into jewelry - enhanced with Magitek or not. I brought my tools with me - but I will also need some payment. Upkeep isn't free, and I don't have the Ironworks to absorb the costs.

Also, a question: for those of you who are able to use magic, does it still work in this realm?

- Cid tol Garlond.

[Network post]

[swordprincess]

[Well, Karla had thought she was going home. While Genessia had given her a lot of memories to keep, she had her own little mission to fulfill. Of course, said mission was going to be put on hold for a while longer, it would seem.]

[She stared curiously into her new device. A little different from what she had used before, but she'd get used to it.]

Hello...? Can anyone hear me? I'm wondering if there's anyone else here from Elibe?

...If not, is anyone familiar with a world called "Genessia?"