MASS INTERACTION LOG - 2

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: More event stuff
When: All day (and after)
Where: All around town
Summary: The Malnosso are testing their experiments still. Maybe they should just reuse the same test subjects in new ways? Well, who's it going to hurt? No one that matters.
Rating: Varies by thread
Shenanigans abound! Read the mod post for more info. This is an optional mass interaction post for people who don't want to make a post for their characters.

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[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Good. [He takes the axe from him.] I'm already tired of looking at it! I am not sure how I will manage tomorrow.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Oh good, at least he had accepted that he was going to be back out here working tomorrow. Albert smirks to himself and begins gathering up the wood, arranging all of it so it's easier to carry in his arms. He could easily pile the wood up until he couldn't see anymore, judging from the way the combined weight feels. He talks as he starts back through the forest.]

Good to know you are accepting the responsibility.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar follows right after him. It takes an extra effort not to acknowledge any plants he might see on the way back.]

You make it sound like I had a choice! You didn't exactly ask me to do it as a favor.

[chikaidestroyer]

You made the choice not to complain as much. [He feels a little better once they are out of the forest and away from more things that could potentially trip him up.

Unfortunately, they are just within distance of Astrid's former stable when Albert's arms suddenly ache -- and his load feels way, way too heavy. It's all he can do to drop the wood before he falls over.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, that can't be good. Even if that strength was unnatural, he was fine just a second ago, wasn't he?]

H-hey, what's wrong?

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert is frowning deeply as he brushes off his arms, looking distastefully at the branches he had dropped before glancing at Caesar.] The branches suddenly felt too heavy to carry.

[He bends over to test picking up one of the branches. He's definitely not relying on superhuman strength right now.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar watches carefully. It might just be a branch, but... something seemed off.]

That was fast. Uh... Need help, then? I suppose I can carry one or two.

[chikaidestroyer]

Yes, thank you. [Such helpfulness, Caesar. Albert takes note of that as he begins picking up what branches he can feasibly hold.] We will just have to come back for the rest. [And pick them up out of the snow. Wonderful.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

All right, all right. [Like he could really get away with making Albert carry everything himself. He walks over to pick up a few branches, though he obviously can't carry as much as his brother does.] ...at least we're not far.

[chikaidestroyer]

Small favors. [But he isn't going to overload Caesar when he is carrying the axe, so he has to stop him before he picks up too many.] It will make fixing the door easier, at least.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling charitable! [Albert doesn't have to tell him twice to stop, though. He was trying to be helpful... while avoiding having to come back for too much more. But these things were heavier than they looked.] I hope so. But it's odd, don't you think? It started and stopped so suddenly.

[chikaidestroyer]

It's been a strange experiment as it is, with all of these different effects happening simultaneously. [He heads towards the house ... and through the broken doorway.] Perhaps we should make use of that plant growth power of yours before that disappears, too.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar follows after him and makes a face at Albert's 'suggestion'. Mustn't drop these branches...]

Y-you're not serious, are you? I already said you can starve.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Considering Albert is facing away from Caesar, it must be difficult to see the smirk on his face.] I suppose that means you will starve as well. Alas. [He opens the closet door in the foyer, setting the new firewood in one corner of the large storage before moving to the side to let Caesar do the same.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Too bad. [Caesar follows after him and drops the firewood down with the rest. He's not concerned with keeping things neat.] And you're still a jerk. Alas.

[chikaidestroyer]

[And since Albert can't leave the mess alone, he sets about straightening the firewood that Caesar dropped.] Go back outside and pick up the rest of the firewood. Leave the axe here.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've got it. [He sets the axe aside to... wherever happens to be the most convenient. And he heads out to go and pick up the rest of the wood, just like Albert asked. He should be able to handle what was left himself, right? ...he hoped so. He didn't want to make another trip.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Consider it a light punishment for being something of a slob, Caesar. Albert even sets the axe in a different place -- where it's less likely to fall over and hurt someone opening the door.

But they still had to head over to the plaza and get some replacement hinges.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately, Caesar doesn't consider it a punishment at all, or he wouldn't have agreed to go back. He returns with... most of the wood that was left. Not all of it. Maybe Albert wouldn't notice that he had to leave some of it behind, even if it wouldn't be a surprise because Caesar is weak.

He puts these branches down a bit more neatly than the last ones. He's had a chance to forgive Albert for being a jerk, apparently.]

There.

[chikaidestroyer]

Good. [Not a complimentary "good job," but he supposes Caesar did a satisfactory job despite the distractions along the way.] I'll retrieve one of the hinges and we'll be on our way. [Which means he has to dig around in the closet for a screwdriver before heading for the door.]

Perhaps you can find something for yourself while we are out.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He nods at the first part, brushing the dirt off the sleeves of his coat while Albert has fun looking for that screwdriver.]

Find something for myself?

[chikaidestroyer]

Make the trip worthwhile. [Trying to make this a little less bothersome for him so he won't complain.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I don't think I need anything. [He tilts his head as he considers this... or why Albert could be suggesting it. No way it could have anything to do with his complaining, not at all.]

[chikaidestroyer]

Think about it. [Maybe that will keep him busy ... for all of five seconds. Once he has a screwdriver, Albert goes over to the door and removes one of the broken hinges.] Better boots? Earmuffs?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[...earmu—]

I-I don't need any of those things!

[But as he shuts the door to the closet... Hm. Maybe it would be good to be prepared in case of another snowball fight? Or if he fell asleep outside again. He's thinking about it now.]