Kick it up a notch
WHO: Scotty Wandell
WHERE: The park next to building 9 (the school)
TIME OF DAY: Late morning/early afternoon
POST SUMMARY Scotty is fed up with the (lack of) food selection and decides to start his own garden in the park.
Scotty had visited the grocery store again that morning in an attempt to find seed packets, and while he had been successful, he can't get the smell of rotting food out of his clothes. Even though he'd done his best to sort all the food out, the lingering smell of rot that had been collecting for months is harder to get rid of.
He supposes in the end it doesn't really matter about the rotting food because there's enough canned ravioli to feed them until Scotty finally gives up and makes canned ravioli out of his eyeballs because that's what he wants to do every time he takes a mouthful of that industrially packaged crap. Sure, Scotty's been homeless, Scotty's been a little desperate, Scotty's not opposed to getting a little grimy if it means making it to the next day.
But lately, Scotty's been spoiled, and dammit, he misses shrimp and linguine and salmon and lobster and filet mignon.
Chances are he should shower, wash the rotten smell away, and he does think of going home -- funny to think of that, a stranger's house, as home but it is, somehow. Him and Wendla and Anna, nestled into some empty house and living like some weird sitcom.
My Two Daughters: A gay man finds himself saddled with the burden of raising two Victorian teenage girls in the middle of an empty town! What wacky hijinks will ensue as Scotty explains toaster ovens and the girls stumble in to find him kissing their neighbor?! Fridays at 8!
But who's Scotty kidding, really? That would never make primetime.
He isn't going home, though, because he knows he's just going to have to turn around and shower again. He's already kneeling in the dirt -- wearing clothes he stole took liberated from the mall in the days before the power outage -- with gardening supplies laid out before him.
You see, Scotty's gotten creative -- oh yes -- with the food situation, but every culinary success (which is a liberal term; anything that isn't ravioli is a success) just leaves him more frustrated and angered by his limitations. So Scotty is going to plant some vegetables. He gets started on digging a plot, only moderately cheered by his gardening gloves, covered in pink and red daises, and the wide-brimmed straw hat with the tasteful red flower stuck to the side. It isn't like Scotty expects to see anyone, and if Wendla and Anna come by, he can always gift it over to them.
Plus, silly hats just tend to make everything better. Including digging up some empty park to plant food so that in a few months you won't be starving.
WHERE: The park next to building 9 (the school)
TIME OF DAY: Late morning/early afternoon
POST SUMMARY Scotty is fed up with the (lack of) food selection and decides to start his own garden in the park.
Scotty had visited the grocery store again that morning in an attempt to find seed packets, and while he had been successful, he can't get the smell of rotting food out of his clothes. Even though he'd done his best to sort all the food out, the lingering smell of rot that had been collecting for months is harder to get rid of.
He supposes in the end it doesn't really matter about the rotting food because there's enough canned ravioli to feed them until Scotty finally gives up and makes canned ravioli out of his eyeballs because that's what he wants to do every time he takes a mouthful of that industrially packaged crap. Sure, Scotty's been homeless, Scotty's been a little desperate, Scotty's not opposed to getting a little grimy if it means making it to the next day.
But lately, Scotty's been spoiled, and dammit, he misses shrimp and linguine and salmon and lobster and filet mignon.
Chances are he should shower, wash the rotten smell away, and he does think of going home -- funny to think of that, a stranger's house, as home but it is, somehow. Him and Wendla and Anna, nestled into some empty house and living like some weird sitcom.
My Two Daughters: A gay man finds himself saddled with the burden of raising two Victorian teenage girls in the middle of an empty town! What wacky hijinks will ensue as Scotty explains toaster ovens and the girls stumble in to find him kissing their neighbor?! Fridays at 8!
But who's Scotty kidding, really? That would never make primetime.
He isn't going home, though, because he knows he's just going to have to turn around and shower again. He's already kneeling in the dirt -- wearing clothes he stole took liberated from the mall in the days before the power outage -- with gardening supplies laid out before him.
You see, Scotty's gotten creative -- oh yes -- with the food situation, but every culinary success (which is a liberal term; anything that isn't ravioli is a success) just leaves him more frustrated and angered by his limitations. So Scotty is going to plant some vegetables. He gets started on digging a plot, only moderately cheered by his gardening gloves, covered in pink and red daises, and the wide-brimmed straw hat with the tasteful red flower stuck to the side. It isn't like Scotty expects to see anyone, and if Wendla and Anna come by, he can always gift it over to them.
Plus, silly hats just tend to make everything better. Including digging up some empty park to plant food so that in a few months you won't be starving.