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revivalproject2021-07-06 05:03 pm
heypartner) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-06 05:03 pm
July OTA
WHO: Cobb Vanth & Others
WHERE: The Diner/Glownie Ranch/The Forge area
WHAT: Some open prompts for July.
WHEN: Various times.
WARNINGS: Cobb's general bad language. Mentions of animal slaughter.
Cooking Breakfast - OTA
It was shortly after sunrise in the diner and drifting from the kitchen was the pleasant smell of spices and baking bread. Also, soft singing.
Cobb was at the stove singing to himself as he carefully sliced up various fruits. On the counter he had already laid out a few dishes already since he’d been here for a while. There was a plate of thin sliced pan seared glownie, A bowl of arisha, fried dough balls that were savory, heavily spiced, and very common on Tatooine, and some thick slices of tigertubers mixed with chopped baconrooms.
He sang in Booce a soft song with a flowing melody that - if someone knew the language - would know was actually a terribly sad song about leaving a lover behind. Cobb was in a good mood despite the sad song and felt like singing. He kept his voice low just because it was early and if someone wandered into the diner he didn’t want to disturb them.
After arranging the various fruits on a plate he pushed it over to the counter where it join the rest of the breakfast spread. He considered the presentation for a moment and then nudged a few things. Happy with that he nodded to himself and went to the oven.
He carefully pulled out small flatbreads and laid those on a plate as well. Then it was on to making a quick dipping sauce from cumatos and spices to dip everything or drizzle over everything if people wanted.
Cobb had made enough to share.
Glownie Trouble - OTA
Cobb stood in the middle of the glownie corral with his hands braced on his thighs, breathing hard. The glownies themselves were keeping their distance from Cobb and eyeing him with suspicion. They were familiar with him, aware he fed them and looked after them but also aware when he came around one of them might leave the herd and not come back.
It was a tricky thing looking after animals for slaughter. Cobb hadn’t done it hands on like this but he had talked with Mallik and bantha herders often enough to know a thing or two about it. He had thought he’d done well making sure the glownies wouldn’t catch on about the slaughtering but they were plenty nervous around him now.
He stood up straight and put his hands on his hips looking over the herd. One watched him while the others got back to their grazing.
“Look,” he said, his tone mildly frustrated while trying to be reasonable with the herd. “I ain’t here to hurt anyone. I’m just here to do a little grooming. I want some wool. That’s it, you walkin’ light bulbs.”
He even had a comb. It was in his right hand. Nothing to worry about if the dumb animals would stop being so paranoid. Maybe he should’ve thought about this and waited for when they were in the barn but he hadn’t expected them to be so flighty.
Cobb might need a helper.
Tinkering - OTA
Cobb hadn’t spent much time in the forge section of the city which he found slightly amusing considering his background as a mechanic and general fixer. He hadn’t had a good reason lately but after these folks made him a grill and some kabob skewers an idea had been growing in the back of his head and he figured he might as well try it himself instead of asking for help again. Surely, all these folks had their own projects they were working on.
So, if he wanted a smoker to preserve meat and make some jerky he figured he had to make it himself. How hard could it be? Just needed something to make smoke, then get that smoke to the meat, and keep it trapped.
Having never been in this part of the city before Cobb was a little uncertain, actually. He had no idea if he could take any of the scrap he saw lying around. There were a few things he saw that could probably work, some tubing and some metal sheets he could weld together… if they had the means for that.
Cobb had no idea, actually, what sort of machining tools they had lying around.
“Well, kriff,” he muttered to himself.
Maybe he should’ve asked for help after all.
WHERE: The Diner/Glownie Ranch/The Forge area
WHAT: Some open prompts for July.
WHEN: Various times.
WARNINGS: Cobb's general bad language. Mentions of animal slaughter.
Cooking Breakfast - OTA
It was shortly after sunrise in the diner and drifting from the kitchen was the pleasant smell of spices and baking bread. Also, soft singing.
Cobb was at the stove singing to himself as he carefully sliced up various fruits. On the counter he had already laid out a few dishes already since he’d been here for a while. There was a plate of thin sliced pan seared glownie, A bowl of arisha, fried dough balls that were savory, heavily spiced, and very common on Tatooine, and some thick slices of tigertubers mixed with chopped baconrooms.
He sang in Booce a soft song with a flowing melody that - if someone knew the language - would know was actually a terribly sad song about leaving a lover behind. Cobb was in a good mood despite the sad song and felt like singing. He kept his voice low just because it was early and if someone wandered into the diner he didn’t want to disturb them.
After arranging the various fruits on a plate he pushed it over to the counter where it join the rest of the breakfast spread. He considered the presentation for a moment and then nudged a few things. Happy with that he nodded to himself and went to the oven.
He carefully pulled out small flatbreads and laid those on a plate as well. Then it was on to making a quick dipping sauce from cumatos and spices to dip everything or drizzle over everything if people wanted.
Cobb had made enough to share.
Glownie Trouble - OTA
Cobb stood in the middle of the glownie corral with his hands braced on his thighs, breathing hard. The glownies themselves were keeping their distance from Cobb and eyeing him with suspicion. They were familiar with him, aware he fed them and looked after them but also aware when he came around one of them might leave the herd and not come back.
It was a tricky thing looking after animals for slaughter. Cobb hadn’t done it hands on like this but he had talked with Mallik and bantha herders often enough to know a thing or two about it. He had thought he’d done well making sure the glownies wouldn’t catch on about the slaughtering but they were plenty nervous around him now.
He stood up straight and put his hands on his hips looking over the herd. One watched him while the others got back to their grazing.
“Look,” he said, his tone mildly frustrated while trying to be reasonable with the herd. “I ain’t here to hurt anyone. I’m just here to do a little grooming. I want some wool. That’s it, you walkin’ light bulbs.”
He even had a comb. It was in his right hand. Nothing to worry about if the dumb animals would stop being so paranoid. Maybe he should’ve thought about this and waited for when they were in the barn but he hadn’t expected them to be so flighty.
Cobb might need a helper.
Tinkering - OTA
Cobb hadn’t spent much time in the forge section of the city which he found slightly amusing considering his background as a mechanic and general fixer. He hadn’t had a good reason lately but after these folks made him a grill and some kabob skewers an idea had been growing in the back of his head and he figured he might as well try it himself instead of asking for help again. Surely, all these folks had their own projects they were working on.
So, if he wanted a smoker to preserve meat and make some jerky he figured he had to make it himself. How hard could it be? Just needed something to make smoke, then get that smoke to the meat, and keep it trapped.
Having never been in this part of the city before Cobb was a little uncertain, actually. He had no idea if he could take any of the scrap he saw lying around. There were a few things he saw that could probably work, some tubing and some metal sheets he could weld together… if they had the means for that.
Cobb had no idea, actually, what sort of machining tools they had lying around.
“Well, kriff,” he muttered to himself.
Maybe he should’ve asked for help after all.
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"Hot work out here. Thought you could use a little refreshment."
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"Well, thank you kindly." Cobb took out the written recipe to read over. It was slow going. He was never the best reader even though he knew how. Luckily, recipes were short things.
"Still wish there was a cheap way to make this back home. All that ice and sugar, though." He shook his head and tucked the recipe back into the cooler. "Gotta enjoy this while I can, I guess."
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"What'cha got goin' on today? More house renovation?"
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"I might have to. They aren't cooperating with me." He gestured towards the glownies all keeping their distance from him. "Wanted to get Lark some wool to spin with but they won't have any of it."
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She set down the cooler and approached slowly, with no apprehension, kneeling halfway toward the paddock to pull up a handful of the same greens she'd offered on her first day in Temba.
"Hey, darlin'," she cooed softly to one of them. It looked up, dark muzzle sniffing the air, and started to move toward Starling, cautiously. "Yeah. That's right. Got somethin' good for you here. Hi. Aren't you pretty."
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"I'm starting to think it might be better if other folks handle grooming them," he said casually while she made friends. "While I keep to the slaughtering."
There were more than enough people who could handle it. Cobb didn't have to do it even though he wanted to wool for a personal reason. He wanted to knit his friends some gifts after all they had done for him here. Starling included in that.
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"Have you already killed any of them? I mean - if you haven't, they shouldn't have any reason to be afraid've you."
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He hoped. Probably should've had an agriculture person helped with the picking but people were so squeamish about these things like they'd never had to slaughter anything for food before.
"They saw me take 'em away," he said with a shrug.
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"I'm happy to help you with the shearing end of things," she said. A shadow flickered across her face for a moment, the echo of an old, deep wound. "Just ... please don't let me be here when you do the actual slaughtering. I know it's necessary, but I - I can't handle the sound."
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Did her world not slaughter animals quickly? It was a big deal to slaughter an animal in Mos Pelgo. Especially after the krayt came to down and started picking off their herds.
"Besides, I don't intend to slaughter them often. I'd rather catch some of those small, skittish ground birds. They lay eggs, I think. That'd be an easier source of protein." If they could catch a few of them and start a little folk of their own, that was. They'd probably breed faster too so they could slaughter those more often.
He had a plan to secure proper meat for the town.
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"But, come on, Starling. You know me pretty well by now. You think I'm not gonna take care with all this?" He gestured to the herd. That was their source of food and Cobb was not one to court scarcity because he was greedy.
If anything, he'd be too cautious about slaughtering.
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"I'm a big girl now, I can handle helpin' you with this."