[Snufkin doesn't have much to go by...there are trees around here, and plenty of grass, but grass smokes when its burned unless it's dry. Nevertheless, it produces a nice, smoky smell, so he gathers as much of it up as he can ( Read more... )

[It's a peaceful morning. The sun is starting to come up, the birds are singing. Snufkin's drone wife is sound asleep in her bed, when suddenly...]

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

[The drone wife bolts up in bed and screams, mouth agape as she sees her husband enter their bedroom, banging on a pan as loud as he can with a metal spoon.]

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[Well, he's not sure if he succeeded or not ( Read more... )

[Well, he's been assigned his job. It wouldn't be much trouble at all if he didn't have precious hours to produce twenty vats of vodka out of thin air ( Read more... )

(ooc; I felt it needed to be done.
He's now walking down Taylor Road and is quite distressed at seeing his drone family. Feel free to run into him and make his life more miserable or otherwise.)[He's been dreading this moment since he fell asleep on the couch after the first phone call. He sleeps with his hat on but his shoes and socks off, ( Read more... )

[There are probably three things that resemble telephones in Moominvalley, four at the most, and they either belong to the resident inventor, the Snork, and probably don't even work as they're supposed to, or they've been collected by the Hemulen and have been gathering dust somewhere for years. Either way, it's quite obvious Snufkin isn't ( Read more... )