the saddest yard sale advertisement you will ever see [video]

[ka_sera_sera]

[Roland sits amid wood, nails, and wire, scattered in a few small piles across the overgrown back yard. A little ways behind him, eagle-eyed viewers might notice a chicken in the process of laying an egg.]

Fiona Gallagher's... gone home. She, ah-- [He shakes his head, starts over, nodding at the house his camera's not at the right angle to show.] Anything in there's fair game. Odin 107, I mean. I won't be needing any of it. The door'll be open. Probably food and furniture, mostly - anything in the cupboards or refrigerator, anything not nailed down, bar the refrigerator and stove. I think the place came with those. [He shakes his head again, realizing he might be starting to ramble.] Doesn't matter. Corn, beans, squash plants in the back. Take them. Can probably see 'em behind me somewhere.

[Another chicken starts to peck at his sleeve and he lifts his arm, blinking at it.]  Ah. Couple chickens, if you can catch them. Is that all? I think... I could probably use a couple extra hands to get all this wood and a couple of these plants over to Freyr district. And I... to be honest, I could probably use the company.

Bowls. I'll need a few of the bowls to transport these plants in. Other than that... Plates, silverware, clothes, bedding. Doesn't matter. I'll be leaving once it's empty. If I'm not here, don't take any of the magic plants. I'll find you. [The tone of that last is too absent for it to sound like a threat. It sounds, if anything, like an afterthought.]

The door's open. Have I said... [He has, probably. Roland shakes his head again, grimacing at himself, and cuts the feed.]



(ooc: If your character would drop by, this post doubles as a log post. Either prose or this format works, I'm comfortable with either.)

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[ka_sera_sera]

She- yes. That's a good word for it, I think. [Roland's heard the phrase 'that sucks' by now but never before has he been tempted to use it. He looks down at his hands, focusing on digging out a plant.] She missed her family. We'll be fine.

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[gymnast]

Do you know what's going to happen with the school? [ It'd probably be best to offer her condolences since he seems to have been close to Fiona, but since he said they'd be fine, she figures that's the response she'd get anyway. ]

[ka_sera_sera]

As I understand it, after Mr. Snape left she decided things should be run by a faculty, rather than one person. Things should continue to run, though they may have more paperwork now. Or maybe less. If things should begin to fall apart in her absence, I'm sure the rest'll figure out something. Mr. Dumbledore would probably be the person to ask, rather than me.

sorry about the delay! our internet died for a bit.

[gymnast]

[ She nods slightly. ] I keep meaning to get involved, but this place-- [ She pauses for a moment and presses her lips together as she shakes her head. ] Sorry. You have more important things to worry about. Is there anything I can help with?

no problem :D

[ka_sera_sera]

I've got no more to worry about than anyone else in this city. Mostly what I need help with is getting all this gone, but I suppose whoever lives here next might find some use for whatever gets left.

[He takes a look around, sighing and pushing his hair back as he tries to think of any one specific thing that needs to be done.]

I don't know. [He makes a frustrated noise, then closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head.] Cry your pardon, sai- miss, I mean. It's kind of you to ask.

[gymnast]

I'll be sure to spread the word, though I think you're right; the next person to take her room might want some of it. [ Considering how long she's been here now, Allison should know what happens to things that are left behind that no one claims, but she honestly doesn't. She should look into that.

She gives him a bit of a smile, though she's more concerned than anything. ] It's the least I could do. My name's Allison, if you think of something you need help with.

[ka_sera_sera]

That's very kind. [He's said that, hasn't he? Roland huffs out a breath, still frustrated - with himself, with everything in general.] Allison. I'll keep it in mind. Thank you.

[gymnast]

No problem. [ He definitely seems a bit off and she's wondering if it's because he was that close to Fiona or if he's just normally like this. Either way, she offers another smile. ] I'll let you get back to going through her things. [ With a small wave, Allison ends the feed. ]