gameofmana | [log] Walk in harmony

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[log] Walk in harmony

Who: Zenyatta and others
What: Talking about ways to keep Home in harmony and talk about what's going on in a more group-like format. Related to Zenyatta's billboard post earlier
Where: Home's sitting area on the first floor
When: Backdated to Day 4, sunset
Other: Party style log. Zenyatta will have his own top if you want to interact with him specifically

By now, Zenyatta hopes that anyone who is interested in talking about the situation and how to keep Home in harmony has seen the notes he left on the bulletin board. Sunset comes, so he removes the old notes and piles them neatly on the table. (Just in case one of the people he conversed with wants to keep the note.) Zenyatta does leave his message of "Hello world. ( ´ ▽ ` )" up. He likes it there.

There are many questions and different experiences among them. A chance to talk with one another will help make their stay easier. This situation is strange, but it need not be an unpleasant one.

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[Yeah, sorry, Sam. Tsukishima understands wanting to not talk, god does he know, but this is sort of a group effort. And you're an actual adult compared to this small gaggle of Japanese teenagers. So have the tall blond one speaking up.]

Excuse me, sir?

[Okay, yeah, being called "sir" definitely gets his attention. In fact, he visibly cringes at it. It's a little too "yes sir"/"no sir" and reminds him of training with his father throughout his childhood.]

Just... Sam. Is fine. Uh, can I help you?

[“Just Sam”. As if there was any doubt… Definitely American, probably. It takes a moment for Tsukishima to adjust in his head.]

Sam then. I was only wondering what kind of skills you had. Since we’re talking about dividing chores, or picking up work, it might be useful to know what we can all do.

[Right, skills. He nods, straightens up a little so he finally seems pulled in with the rest of what's going on, rather than at the edges of it.]

Hunting, fighting, wilderness survival... [Hell, just survival in general.] Weaponry. Mostly guns, but I've used other things and I'm good at improvising. I'm fine taking daily chores whenever needed too, doing my share. I don't have a lot of experience cooking, though. Cleaning and laundry and stuff like that, I've been doing all my life. I have... pretty extensive first aid knowledge. Not enough to do anything invasive or surgical, but up to and including stitches I can handle.

[He's also an excellent researcher and fast reader, but he's not sure that would be helpful here. Neither would be his knowledge of the American legal system, obviously. He can act and lie and pretend he's someone he's not, though not as well as his brother can. His Google-fu would definitely be useless when there was no Google or even internet or computers that he could tell.]

I could probably teach others any of those things if needed. That's about it, I guess. [He scratches the back of his neck, and gives a light shrug.

There's a slight smile suddenly, a twitch of his lips and laughter in his eyes as he finishes dryly:] I can reach things off high shelves. [Being six foot four and all. Not as tall as their seven foot plus tall housemates, but still tall.]

[That’s… actually a pretty impressive resume. Way more than Tsukishima was expecting. He listens carefully, noting it all down in his head, and that slight preoccupation leaves him open to a small scoff of a laugh at Sam’s last words.]

Noted.

[Although he doubts he’ll be calling on him for that.]

It looks like I-pin is making a chore list, so… she’d probably appreciate help there. If we don’t have enough money to buy food from town, do you think you could help us find anything around in the woods near here or Domina?

[The sign of amusement that he gets from the teen (assuming he's reading it correctly) leaves Sam smiling sincerely. Being social without a real mission or an act, actually making friends, it's something Sam's gotten a little rusty at since he left Stanford. If he has to stay here long, hopefully it will come back to him. Even if... even at Stanford, he'd had a tendency to be reserved.

I-Pin... He goes back through the list of "visitors" in his head, recalling from the book, placing a face with the name. He vaguely remembers her saying something about chores while he was tuned out, too. Silently he makes a note to go speak with her, responds to the suggestion with a nod so Tsukishima knows he's planning on it.

A frown pulls at his features at that question, he tries to cover it up with another smile. This one doesn't reach his eyes. Hunting Bambi and Thumper and friends for food wasn't his favorite thing to do, though he's done it before. He'll do it again if necessary. It's not like it's difficult, compared to what he usually hunts. But they aren't evil. Just innocent creatures.]

Sure. It would help if we could find or obtain weapons. Guns would be best, so I can hit things from a distance. The next best option would be a crossbow, though just a bow will work too if that's all we can manage. Technology here seems to be pretty limited.

I think money should probably be spent on supplies first - tools or things we can use to make tools. We're going to need more clothes, for everyone, or a way to make them. I can help get us food so we can focus some of the money on that instead for a while. Until we can make more.

Ah… Good idea. There’s a store in town that sells weapons, but I didn’t see any crossbows. Only bows, and other weapons.

[This place really is low tech… It just makes the contrast to literal actual robots that much starker. He goes quiet for a moment, making a list in his head of tools they could possibly need. After a second, however, something comes to mind.]

Tomorrow, would you want to go into town with me? I can show you the store I was talking about and we can look at tools.

[More importantly, Tsukishima can ask him some questions about something that’s starting to concern him in the back of his mind.]

I haven't been into the town yet. Domina, right?

Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. I want to take a look at that weapons store you mentioned, too.

[Honestly he feels a little naked without anything on him. He'd half-considered stealing a knife from the kitchen to keep on him before deciding that was too paranoid. Also known as: something his brother would do. Now though, he has a reason for needing a weapon, if he's going to be hunting for food for the group.]

Hey. What name do you go by? [He knows what the visitors book has him down as. But what's there might not be what he wants to be called.]

That’s right, Domina.

[A foreign name, at least to him, but at least it’s simple enough to say.]
[The reminder that he hasn’t introduced himself makes him bow his head slightly in apology.]

Right… I forgot. [Everything here still has him a little thrown off.] I’m Tsukishima.

[Very few people are on first name basis with him… And even then, frankly, the people who could be just keep using that ridiculous nickname.]

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