𓄿 accountability catch-all #1

[chevaliered]

𓄿 WHO: Crow and whoever decides to come hang out with him.
𓄿 WHAT: December Hijinks, Shenanigans and Happenings, all in one handy dandy place..
𓄿 WHEN: December. I'm a lazy soul who can and will use this post for the whole month.
𓄿 WHERE: Wherever these hijinks and shenanigans happen.
𓄿 WARNINGS: Crow Armbrust. Also, any NSFW if it happens will be tagged per thread but (leffs).

Bingo Plotting for the month can be found here, but there is a yolo starter to do some spontaneously in the post.



𓄿 legs eleven (aka bingo)

[ well.

crow's just chilling. he's sprawled out on a patch of grass looking like a lazy cat in a sunbeam. you'd be forgiven for thinking he was asleep, until you get close enough and he lifts a hand to wave it lethargically-- ]

Yo.

If you want to knock out a few squares on the bingo card, mine's somewhere over there-- [ he waves a hand and sure enough, his bingo card is next to him. just lying there. on the ground. why? why not. ]

Vetoing is available if I'm not into it. Or you're not into it. Whatever works.

[ let's GO binGO. ]

𓄿 actually farming wow look at him go

[ there's... probably some semblance of a field happening now on crow's shared beachside farm. at the very least he's sorted a patch for himself to grow some of the seeds he got from introducing himself to people, but he doesn't seem... excited? pleased? he doesn't seem to enamoured with the whole process.

he's crouched by his little field, chin in hand and staring between the packs of seeds in his other hand and the field itself. ]

Not that it's the end of the world if I don't, but there's probably some logic to, y'know, planning how I'm gonna plant these guys, given I've got different amounts and they're all different flowers? Maybe?

[ ... he sighs. ]

Man, I've got no clue.

𓄿 wildcard

[ for planning and plotting and use for any other threads that have been thought up. whatever goes. got a wild plan to throw at me? go for it. hit me up on the bingo plotting, etc, etc. opens my arms to everyone. ]

Comments

[chevaliered]

[ they do be climbin’.

to be fair to him, it doesn’t seem like crow’s struggling. scaling his way up the branches with relative ease — he has strength in his upper body, and it’s clear it’s from use rather than training for show and nothing else. ]

How far up are we meant to climb for it to count? Just… however high we want to go? [ he doesn’t seem to be stopping, so there’s that. ]

[chronosynthesis]

I have no idea. [He didn't start this with much of a plan.] It doesn't specify, does it? I suppose we will... know when the card marks itself?

[chevaliered]

…. Guess so. But then we’d have to be looking at our bingos while climbing.

[ hm. ]

Might as well get half way up and check.

[chronosynthesis]

[That sounds good to him. He reaches to crawl up a few more branches, looping a leg over so he can sit with his back to the trunk before fishing his bingo card out of his pocket.] Wonder if it takes a few minutes to trigger.

[chevaliered]

[ crow yanks himself up onto another branch and slouches against the trunk, pulling out his own card. ]

It’d be kinda funny if it just manifests as you’re eyeballing it.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya looks over at Crow with a wry expression.] Well it--[And he had only looked away for a second, but as his gaze flicks over the card again he can see it marked. Climb a tree.

Wordlessly he turns the card around to show Crow.]

[chevaliered]

[ oop.

crow looks at his own. ]

… Well that was nice and easy, huh?

[chronosynthesis]

Yes. [He blinks slowly.] Yes, I suppose it was.

[Much more than he was honestly expecting.]

[chevaliered]

Better than it being a daunting task that takes weeks or months to complete, right? Climbing a tree’s like a freebie.

[chronosynthesis]

The ease of this--of all of this so far is just. Unexpected. [He squints at his card before looking back to Crow.] I keep anticipating much worse. For it to be more of a trial, or a front.