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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[modernmarvel]

[Tony shrugs, following Roland with the dolly dragged behind him.]

It's... coming. I've got an alternative that'll roll out soon for mass consumption. But, as far as restoring JARVIS or any real semblance of what it once was, the magic in the air here pretty much ruins anything more high tech than a modern toaster.

[He's just a little resentful of that fact.]

[ka_sera_sera]

Yet you managed to design something anyway.

[He'd been asking out of politeness - and, honestly, for some little distraction - but now Roland stops beside the pile of what was once a small but fair sized greenouse and turns toward Tony with a hint of genuine interest.]

Can it do anything similar to what your suit could do?

[modernmarvel]

[Tony shrugs, following Roland's lead with what to pack up and what stayed.]

Similar, yeah, but working with runic magic intertwined with the basic tech that this place allows. Imagine a lightweight suit of armor with some extra perks--flame resistance for one.

We're moving into the test phase soon.

[ka_sera_sera]

That sounds promising. [He starts loading all the wood and wire onto the dolly. May have no clue what to do with the rest of it, but this does need to be moved so it's this he'll start with.] Plan to have any healers standing by, in case it doesn't work?

[modernmarvel]

Healers standing by? What do you think we're goin' to be doing with this armor during testing?

[He laughs, but gives a nod after a moment of consideration.]

Okay, so yeah, a medic or two might be a good plan.

[ka_sera_sera]

You plan to make it resistant to flame, aye? [He looks up at Tony, one corner of his lips twitching up in response to that laugh.] I think you're going to be setting it on fire. And probably hitting it with something heavy.

[Roland leans back, looking at the wood in front of him.]

That enough? Or can your dolly handle a heavier load?