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mayfield_rpg2012-09-21 01:03 pm
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➶ just another day nothing in my way
➵ ACTION | HARDWARE STORE | MORNING
[ This morning, one can find one half of Mayfield's resident Grey Wardens at the hardware store, picking up a few things.
It takes him a while to really figure out how the store is laid out, and the rather more modern incarnations of things he needs, but the basics are the same. At least he's not out for anything too complex.
He's gathered a few planks of wood, some nails, a bucket of paint, a hammer and a saw. Clearly the Howe has project in mind, though the drone at the counter seems to really want to engage him in conversation about it. Rescue him? ]
➵ ACTION | 1761 BEAVER STREET | AFTERNOON
[ After some work in the garage, Nathaniel emerges with his new creation- a target, which he nails to the tree in the front yard. He disappears briefly into the garage and reemerges with his recently regained bow and arrows, taking up position on the opposite side of the yard.
Time for some target practice! He hasn't been without his weapon of choice for too long, but long enough that he was really starting to miss it. It feels good to be shooting again. ]
[ This morning, one can find one half of Mayfield's resident Grey Wardens at the hardware store, picking up a few things.
It takes him a while to really figure out how the store is laid out, and the rather more modern incarnations of things he needs, but the basics are the same. At least he's not out for anything too complex.
He's gathered a few planks of wood, some nails, a bucket of paint, a hammer and a saw. Clearly the Howe has project in mind, though the drone at the counter seems to really want to engage him in conversation about it. Rescue him? ]
➵ ACTION | 1761 BEAVER STREET | AFTERNOON
[ After some work in the garage, Nathaniel emerges with his new creation- a target, which he nails to the tree in the front yard. He disappears briefly into the garage and reemerges with his recently regained bow and arrows, taking up position on the opposite side of the yard.
Time for some target practice! He hasn't been without his weapon of choice for too long, but long enough that he was really starting to miss it. It feels good to be shooting again. ]