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Who: Castor and anyone else who might happen to wonder what he's doing
When: Backdated because I fail to when food was still falling from the sky.
Where: Camus grounds
What: Collecting Eyefish
Rating: G unless someone with a potty mouth comes by... *cough*Frau*cough*
Castor was out on the grounds despite the rather unusual weather. Actually, that's exactly why he was outside with an umbrella. His eyes were turned to the sky as his fingers danced and jerked. Little wires of ziaphon spun out from them and created pathways to direct very specific items into a stew pot resting at his feet. He looked rather pleased with himself as the rather-large, white balls rolled down to his pot. He was very pleased with the weather, despite the damage and annoyance stepping in food might have caused. This weather brought one of the best treats known to a bishop. Eyefish!
Castor continued to pluck the eyefish from the sky as he hummed a little to himself. Other members of the Church might recognize it as a hymn, but others would just assume Castor was happy. Once he collected enough eyefish, Castor could go inside and add other ingredients to his stew pot and eventually find a place where he could safely build a fire to cook it over. Today was such a lovely day.
When: Backdated because I fail to when food was still falling from the sky.
Where: Camus grounds
What: Collecting Eyefish
Rating: G unless someone with a potty mouth comes by... *cough*Frau*cough*
Castor was out on the grounds despite the rather unusual weather. Actually, that's exactly why he was outside with an umbrella. His eyes were turned to the sky as his fingers danced and jerked. Little wires of ziaphon spun out from them and created pathways to direct very specific items into a stew pot resting at his feet. He looked rather pleased with himself as the rather-large, white balls rolled down to his pot. He was very pleased with the weather, despite the damage and annoyance stepping in food might have caused. This weather brought one of the best treats known to a bishop. Eyefish!
Castor continued to pluck the eyefish from the sky as he hummed a little to himself. Other members of the Church might recognize it as a hymn, but others would just assume Castor was happy. Once he collected enough eyefish, Castor could go inside and add other ingredients to his stew pot and eventually find a place where he could safely build a fire to cook it over. Today was such a lovely day.