Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
Characters: Ebenezar McCoy and whoever wants to meet/talk to him
Time: Daytime, Tuesday or Wednesday
Location: Multiple unplowed streets around Chicago
Content: Old curmudgeon shoveling snow, since there are no plows around. People should feel free to come by and hurl snowballs at him or chat.
Format: Responder's choice
Warnings: None (yet)
There were a lot of things Ebenezar McCoy missed about being on his farm outside Hog Hollow, Missouri. The lack of vampires and fae, for one. The lack of fools who wandered about blind. But (most of all) he missed the solid routine of farm work, of working with the earth until the sun went down and his muscles ached with pleasant fatigue rather than age.
The heavy snowfall and the lack of snow plows gave him the opportunity for the latter, at least, and Tuesday morning, Ebenezar rustled up a few snow shovels and a thermos of coffee and tossed them in the back of the truck he was borrowing out of the hotel's lot. He drove slowly through town, the truck's heavy tires leaving behind smooth packed tracks in the snow. When the truck couldn't get over a drift, he stopped and got out. With a shovel in hand and a motion born of centuries of practice, Ebenezar began digging out the sidewalk.
Time: Daytime, Tuesday or Wednesday
Location: Multiple unplowed streets around Chicago
Content: Old curmudgeon shoveling snow, since there are no plows around. People should feel free to come by and hurl snowballs at him or chat.
Format: Responder's choice
Warnings: None (yet)
There were a lot of things Ebenezar McCoy missed about being on his farm outside Hog Hollow, Missouri. The lack of vampires and fae, for one. The lack of fools who wandered about blind. But (most of all) he missed the solid routine of farm work, of working with the earth until the sun went down and his muscles ached with pleasant fatigue rather than age.
The heavy snowfall and the lack of snow plows gave him the opportunity for the latter, at least, and Tuesday morning, Ebenezar rustled up a few snow shovels and a thermos of coffee and tossed them in the back of the truck he was borrowing out of the hotel's lot. He drove slowly through town, the truck's heavy tires leaving behind smooth packed tracks in the snow. When the truck couldn't get over a drift, he stopped and got out. With a shovel in hand and a motion born of centuries of practice, Ebenezar began digging out the sidewalk.