housing hub: barn

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Barn

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housing

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Home sweet home, or in your case, a dilapidated building. Of course, nothing is stopping you from finding shelter elsewhere, but at some point you must have stepped into this building or slept under its roof, so this is home; while it's not very plush, do you really want to risk sleeping outside?

There is also a small plaque on your mailbox now with everyone's names engraved on it. Trying to deface it will result in more papercuts, for some reason. The names read:

Aventurine, Boothill, Caelus, Ishtar, Izutsumi, Nina

By your sleeping arrangements, there are chests to hold whatever items you opt to place in them, which cannot be publicly accessed like the rest of your house. Otherwise, guests are free to come and go or sleep over, though going over the maximum suggested occupancy will be uncomfortable and cramped. Guests will also be unable to access to this post. Characters are also free to stay at any of the other housing locations, with the same stipulations.

Feel free to use this post for any resident gatherings, updates, etc!

For your easy reference: Through the double doors of the rustic and bland barn, the first floor is spacious and smells of fresh straw. On one end are two empty, clean horse stalls, and while there isn’t a single horse to be found, periodically neighing or hoof clacking can be heard while in another area. Nearby is a chest with seven scratchy, flannel blankets. The southern side sports some quaint windows and a table covered by a rug, crates, and a single magically lit lantern. Rats (which aren’t six-feet tall, or bipedal thankfully) chitter and sometimes pop unexpectedly out of their hiding spots in the straw. A set of stairs leads to the loft above, a space filled with nothing but familiar straw bedding. A single, large window opens in the loft at the front of the barn, and in the distance, the bonfire rolls and toils. Outside to the north, two troughs can be plugged and filled with warm water as makeshift baths.

Out front, a large, wooden mailbox sitting on a sturdy pole. There is enough room for all deliveries for every individual assigned to this housing.

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week 0, monday

[shirtbag]

That's the fudgin' stuff! That Pesto sure came through. Clean as a whistle.

[ holding up the (his) bottle!! ]

Anybody got a glass 'round here? I'm headin' over to the cellar if not.

[trashprince]

[ holds out cupped, fingerless gloved hands. not a real vessel, but the determination and spirit is there. gimme! this trailblazer will never take the 'i'm a minor' joke option. booze him up! ]

[shirtbag]

[ ????? ]

You askin' to wash yer hands with it or what? You'd better hope you ain't.

[trashprince]

I wasn't going to waste it! I was going to drink it like this.

[ obviously

fill the handcup ]

[tactic]

[ PUTS A CUP IN HIS HANDS ]

I have cups.

[ Please. Just because they are in a barn does not mean they have to act like cavemen. ]

[fanfictional]

[ but what if they all did. especially the star rails. this is what nina thinks. which one? yes. ]

[tactic]

[ Hands Nina a cup. Stop thinking weird things. ]

[fanfictional]

[ she will not! ]

Hehe, thanks!

[tactic]

[ He's like. Not even sure if she's drinking age, but that's not stopping him. ]

Drink with moderation.

[shirtbag]

[ turns around ]

Anyone else got cups?

[trashprince]

[ should have put conflict resolution in his skillset ]

Thank you for the cup, Aventurine! This works for me, Boothill. Let's all share a drink.

[tactic]

Yes, Boothill. Let's all share a drink.

[ SMIRKS AT RANGER BOY ]

[shirtbag]

Think it's only fair that the one who requested the drink gets to distribute how they please. We're all about fairness here, ain't we, Chief?

[ nods to aven :) ]

[prochronistic]

[she laughs]

No glasses here, but I think we should snag a few from the cellar and keep them here so we have them handy!

[shirtbag]

Bright idea right there, missy. Wonder if there ain't any water jugs 'round we could fill up at the refectory.

By the way, I didn't catch 'yer name.

[prochronistic]

It can't hurt to look, in any case.

[a smile!]

Oh, I'm called Ishtar. You were... [she thinks back to the profiles] Your paper said you were "Hill of the Boot"?

[shirtbag]

[ ... ]

Uh, think ya' mean "Boothill," Miss.

[prochronistic]

[IT SAYS HILL OF THE BOOT]

Boothill it is, then!

[shirtbag]

[ IT DOES, SHE'S RIGHT 🥹 he just doesn't know ]

There y'are. We should pro'bly get some essentials from the refectory while we're at it. Cups, plates, what have ya'. Pretty sure I saw some bucket lyin' around.

[prochronistic]

It can't hurt to stock up. That building doesn't look big enough to fit everyone there comfortably all at once, anyway, so there'll definitely be times we'll want to just grab some food and go.

[tactic]

[ HANDS HER A CUP AS HE WALKS BY ]

[prochronistic]

[oh! that makes things easier.]

Thank you, Aventurine!

[tactic]

[ Waves aside the thanks as he continues on. ]

Don't let him bully you.

[prochronistic]

Don't worry. I can hold my own pretty well!

[shirtbag]

[ HE'S A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN ]