[open] What's another night on Mars?

[hoboagogo]

Who: Shinjiro and whoever feels like dropping by. Likely the remainder of SEES and also his gang Fie and Louis. Strangers are welcome also!
When: The beginning of Septeril
Where: SEES House- an awkwardly huge house in the haven.
What: Just everything. Tending to the garden, hanging out inside and outside. Hit me up at soozaphone if you want to plan/plot something!
Warnings: Shenanigans, to be sure.

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Hangin' in the Garden.
He liked to tell himself he was just doing this to help out Fuuka. She'd gotten a job at a floral shop, so maybe she'd want to use the badly overgrown patch of land fenced in beside the house- something that clearly used to be some sort of garden for potion ingredients or flowers or vegetables or whatever else by the original inhabitants, before the building was abandoned and the whole area was turned into the Haven. He tells himself it's just because he's got nothing else to do, and definitely not because it grates on him to see the dying, tangled, mass of plants vying for light and soil space, strangling one another, weeds popping up in every space possible.

He's going to deny those burgeoning faun instincts even as he gives in to them.

And so it's not a rare sight for him to be crouched down in the giant mess that could maybe become a garden in due time, completely confused as to what should be kept and what should be gotten rid of, and occasionally just grabbing entire stalks and ripping them out when the plant looks like it's beyond saving. Really, it's tempting to tear it all out and start from scratch-- but for all he knows, some of these are useful or rare or valuable or something?

Maybe he should take pictures and get the network to identify them. Or at least tell him which ones are poisonous.


Lunch time
Keeping a mental inventory of what everyone eats has made things kind of hard. He's sure Fie will eat anything. Fuuka, if she's picky, is too polite to actually say a lot of the time, so he just has to guess or try and watch for reactions. Louis is an herbivore. Makoto is basically a carnivore. And so even though he's grouchily resigned himself to the expectation that he makes food for everyone, it essentially means that he has to make multiple dishes, all depending on who's in the area and who's hungry.

At least Makoto is easy enough- lightly season and sear some meat, try his best to add in some other kind of nutrition, even if it's just rice cooked in broth or stock, and hope for the best. Akihiko would be the same, if he wasn't-- who knows where, right now. (Maybe snapped back home to their own reality? He has no fucking idea, and thinking on it just makes him angry and worried, so he just distracts himself with aggressively cooking.) Fuuka won't complain even if it's completely wrong, so whatever-- and anyone else isn't really around that often, even if he's taken to stocking a few more vegetarian options in case his bondmate drops by.

So come on by and whine for food or be disappointed in the choices today if you want to catch an earful. Or even learn how to cook your damn self, because sheesh he won't always be here to feed you guys.


Literally anything else
Break in to steal shit, start a fight, raid the fridge, knock on the door to try and spread the Good News, do whatever, it's all good!! As stated about, just let me know if you want to plot anything with Shinjiro and I'll start a thread for us! IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE IN THE HOUSE it can be elsewhere also, lmao. I'm not your boss, literally do whatever you want. Use this post for your own threads, tag each other, start your own open stuff. I'M NOT YOUR BOSS, GO WILD.

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[sylphid]

[Well, that's absolutely better than kicking her out completely. So much better in fact, that Fie actually listens. She hops off the chair with a resigned sigh and pushes it back back. No point in being impolite, too.

Before she heads down, though, she looks at him with a shrug.]

If you want. It's fine, I've seen people in way less. [And then she heads to the door, calling back.] I'll be in the kitchen probably!

[Except whenever he gets down there, she is very much not in the kitchen. He should find her in the living room, glancing at the bookcases and what was leftover from the previous inhabitants. For someone who doesn't like reading, this is awfully interesting to her.]

[hoboagogo]

[It's only after she leaves that Shinjiro internally curses himself and is glad for Makoto not waking up until later afternoon. Trying to explain his returning from a shower and then a girl immediately leaving his room is just a mess he doesn't want to handle. Let alone Fie's dismissive comments, as though it made anything better. He doesn't let himself think too hard about it, thankfully.

And he doesn't take too long to finish and make his way downstairs--though he did take a moment to go back and put his toothbrush back into its place, deciding that its short stint on the floor isn't enough to condemn it. He wanders downstairs a few minutes later, now with pants, and lifts a brow at her glancing over the bookcase.]

Anything there you want? I dunno if we got much use for 'em.

[It's spoken off hand as he walks past her to go examine what they have in the kitchen. If he's going to be feeding someone else, too, he'll have to make sure there's enough, which means changing his original plans.]

[sylphid]

[As soon as he walks past, she breaks away from the shelves and follows him into the kitchen.]

Dunno. I think I saw something music related for Elliot, but I don't wanna just take it until you know if you want to keep it.

[Surprisingly mature of her. When he starts looking through the food stores, Fie makes a 'hmm' noise, walking over to stand beside Shinji and look at things, too.]

I can go grab some ingredients from the market if you need something. It's not far. [She is aware that her imposition is not convenient, so offering to front the cost of food is a sort of bargaining method. Not one she'd offer to everyone, either. Offer out there, Fie steps back to look around the house. It's cozy, reminding her of some homes in Heimdallr.]

It's just three of you here, right?

[hoboagogo]

[He shakes his head at her offer to go out. He can manage with what they have, and starts pulling things down from the cupboards, hands pausing for a moment as though considering, before moving onto the next item.]

I ain't much of a reader. You'd have to ask the others about it. Could probably just taken it and bring it back when he's don,e though. [But her last question is a bit of a sore spot right now, and before responding he sighs out an aggravated breath.]

Yeah. It is now. [Not offering any more of an explanation to that, he picks a few small glass jars down before seeming to be pleased with the selection.]

You ain't got any allergies or anything, right?