Karel [Badtouch Farm/Open]
• game: bad_touch_farm
• location: A "farm in the middle of nowhere" setting -- perhaps comparable to midwestern US -- about midday.
• content: It's been pretty quiet out on the farm for a while. People have wandered off, but a few stick around with their unusual curse that the place brings about... Namely, turning into an animal when hugged. (Jump in as a new arrival or an old resident, doesn't matter! This is just a sort of quiet, slice-of-life setting, but feel free to bring anything to the table you like!)
• posting style: Brackets!
• warnings: None yet!
[ The air has the scent of freshly-harvested alfalfa saturating it, a faint breeze bringing it from the pastures to the porch of the ranch house. It's an older place, but kept up by the few who haven't left, trying to find some sort of civilization. At least there's enough to maintain things, and enough to forge a lifestyle that isn't frantic survivalism. The old place is self-sustaining, the weather is gentle enough, and the barns are well stocked with plenty of seeds, raw materials readily available... No, Karel doesn't mind spending the rest of his days here, save for the absence of his family. After so long, it's perhaps best to abandon that notion and focus on what is here, as opposed to being so discontent with what isn't. ]
[ He sits on the steps leading up to the porch. It's shaded by the generous overhang, and he's cutting up vegetables into a pot. There's already a good number of carrots sliced up, celery now slowly piling on top of it. It'll take a little longer with just him doing the work, though. Maybe he could draft some of the others into the job as they come by, hmm? From inside, the scent of baking bread wafts on out and mingles with what's already present. That in itself might lure people in... ]
• location: A "farm in the middle of nowhere" setting -- perhaps comparable to midwestern US -- about midday.
• content: It's been pretty quiet out on the farm for a while. People have wandered off, but a few stick around with their unusual curse that the place brings about... Namely, turning into an animal when hugged. (Jump in as a new arrival or an old resident, doesn't matter! This is just a sort of quiet, slice-of-life setting, but feel free to bring anything to the table you like!)
• posting style: Brackets!
• warnings: None yet!
[ The air has the scent of freshly-harvested alfalfa saturating it, a faint breeze bringing it from the pastures to the porch of the ranch house. It's an older place, but kept up by the few who haven't left, trying to find some sort of civilization. At least there's enough to maintain things, and enough to forge a lifestyle that isn't frantic survivalism. The old place is self-sustaining, the weather is gentle enough, and the barns are well stocked with plenty of seeds, raw materials readily available... No, Karel doesn't mind spending the rest of his days here, save for the absence of his family. After so long, it's perhaps best to abandon that notion and focus on what is here, as opposed to being so discontent with what isn't. ]
[ He sits on the steps leading up to the porch. It's shaded by the generous overhang, and he's cutting up vegetables into a pot. There's already a good number of carrots sliced up, celery now slowly piling on top of it. It'll take a little longer with just him doing the work, though. Maybe he could draft some of the others into the job as they come by, hmm? From inside, the scent of baking bread wafts on out and mingles with what's already present. That in itself might lure people in... ]