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Who: Everyone lending a hand for part of Many Man's Trash
When: All through November
Where: Western Residential District.
What: Sorting through the Arisotract's dumped crap so it can be given to people who really need it.
Warnings: None, should be.

The end of Samuin leaves... a lot more disaster than Yuya expected from a massive spring cleaning holiday. Namely in the slums, where some of the streets have been used as a dumping ground, and Yuya's a little surprised by the notice board's clean up call. Even more so when he sees how bad it is.

It's waste everywhere, but not all it's in bad enough shape to be trash. He spends maybe five minutes sorting the pile before an idea dawns on him: the people who live over here, locals and refugees alike, could use a lot of this stuff.

It's a couple calls around and a lot of word spreading from person to person, getting a few more hands to pitch in and help with organizing, cataloging, carrying, and encouraging the needy to come and take--whether they be locals or Mirrorbound, as long as they're kind enough to lend a hand.

At the end of the harbor, there's an empty row house that they're given clearance to store things in, and that's where helpers will be directed. And anything too broken to be used still... just goes in the trash.

((The main log for this event! It's a completely open mingle for everyone to use for the quest over the month. Feel free to make up whatever rich people's stuff has been trashed, NPC characters as needed, etc!

Yuya isn't exactly running it IC, but he's heavily involved in pulling it off, spreading word, and answering questions if anyone has any for what's going on. Anyone can assume they've heard about what's being done through him.))

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[Hiccup has to look down and stifle a laugh at the questions. He's used to it by now, but he'll always think it's a little funny how they always land on the 'dragon' part like it's something so unusual. (For them it must be, but for him, it's daily life.)]

Yeah, Toothless. He, uh, came through the mirror with me. And yes, he's a- a dragon, dragon, not a person-dragon.

I'm gonna guess you, uh, don't come from a place with dragons.

Not real ones. [Spirits that take the forms of ones... isn't quite the same thing, nor can most people interact with them anyway.] Does he ever come into the city with you?

Stories, then? [Or... fake dragons? But he's not sure what a fake dragon would be. A lizard?] Yeah, all the time. He's pretty good in crowds. Right now he's just at the barracks, at my- my, uh, Bonded's place, with his creatures.

So he's big. [Or at least, big enough to stay in the barracks instead of around here.] That's really cool.

Two thousand pounds of useless reptile. [Hiccup laughs. The way he says 'useless' speaks of an inside joke and nothing but fondness for his dragon.] He's a novelty around here. Sometimes the natives still expect him to talk.

I guess that's the only kind of dragon they know. [Versus one that might be more like... a pet, or something.

He stuffs the rest of his sandwich in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He got a little distracted, there.] Anyway... maybe the best way to do more is just keep doing smaller things like this, so they build up to a bigger difference. Like relief for the Cwyld and getting people their houses back.

Seems like the best way to go forward. This- it's not our world, no matter how long we've been here, so we can't expect to... you know, to make major changes, but this? Helping people live a little more normally, a little... better? This we can do. [He smiles, warm.] I like that thought.