II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

[oorah]

featuring: hotdog castle & everyone (open to new arrivals too!!)
what's happening? frank feeding everyone venison dogs; frank fighting everyone; introlog spillover stuff + whatever else you want hmu
day: 11th nighttime (after all new arrivals are out and about/getting settled)
content warnings: ground meat, being a good neighbor, boyfights
notes: hit me up on PM or plurk hotdoge if you want anything else! happy to oblige

A. have you ever had a hot dog cooked by a guy named hotdog? this is going on instastories.

[ the time has come for frank to probably show all you losers what a hot dog is. for posterity or some such. he's been curing deer meat from a recent hunting trip with aloy and after their housemate reigen had soundproofed house six's kitchen, well. it seemed as good a time as any to put his plan in motion. not to mention he's in a good mood for once after encountering his best friend among the new arrivals.

early in the evening, frank will be piping his mixture into homemade casings with the doors to the back deck wide open for anyone to come pester him. and then later on of course he will be cooking them up with mustard he made and onions he found. he will also chop up pickles from the natives for anyone who gets down like that. none of y'all better ever ask him what a hot dog is ever again!!!

if you come in while he's cooking expect to be put to work, and did i mention he'll be downing rosé the whole time? e n j o y.

note: the kitchen is only soundproof when all the doors are closed. he will tell everyone on arrival this, so while he's cooking the doors will be shut but all other times feel free to mingle!! ]

B. the rules of fight club are bring snacks and make sure frank castle stays in bruises. tia for your contribution.

[ after posting up this little gem, frank has been steadily gathering members for his and mike's "club." his garage is a makeshift boxing arena and open for all any time they want to blow off steam or learn some new skills from punching bag himself. or from whoever else is lingering around. feel free to match yourselves and have a fight without him too, he'll ref!

the only rules of fight club are: bring snacks, agree with your partner on tactics: weapons/no weapons, fists only/every man for himself etc etc. AND when one person taps out or doesn't get up the match is over. the garage is approximately 80% soundproof. every fighter must wear wraps on their hands to muffle sound and agree not to shout or make loud noises, even in pain. soft-volume trash talking is allowed and perhaps even encouraged... ]

C. write your own starter or ping me for one!

Comments

Aaron Taylor

[xochipilli_cursed]

A) OTA
[Aaron's not going to turn down food. If someone else is willing to do the work, he's willing to eat it. Also it's a good time to socialize and forget about the fact he's still alone, sort of.

He's still going to come and wave at whoever is hanging out. He even pulls out his phone and flashes a pretyped message.]

Hello! Quiet night tonight.

[It's a bad joke but you're not supposed to laugh out loud anyways, right?]


B) OTA | Frank?
[Now that he's fed, he goes to check out the garage and even brought a snack! He cracks open a jar of fruit juice marinated pickles and takes one for himself. Aaron leaves the rest for anyone to try.

They are terrible. Why would anyone do this? Aaron's going to have to eat them all if no one else tries them.

Also, for anyone who has seen him out back or during normal times, he seems a few inches taller, a little thicker in build and his hair seems to have suddenly grown thicker as well. He's still wearing the jumpsuit and it fits the same though.]

So, am I supposed to start with getting beat up by the biggest guy here or do we draw straws?

[oorah]

[ frank still isn't used to talking. he hates the device still, but he's learning to live with it. sign language comes more and more easily every day and he finds himself wanting to live in the imposed silence the natives do. so when this guy comes up into his space with terrible snacks and a way too cheerful demeanor, frank doesn't take long to decide he doesn't like him. he grits his teeth at the question, looking around. it's just them, so he supposes that makes him the biggest, baddest one here. he lifts an eyebrow as if to say wanna go? of course, he has no way of knowing if aaron is more or less than he seems in the strength department. if the deep bruises under his eyes are any indication, frank really doesn't care. ]

A

[hoaxer]

[When you're on the edge and someone with an overactive imagination, you tend to notice when something is happening. People talk, she hears it, and after a few minutes of debate, Lu Li eventually decides that it'll be best to see what's going on.

Which is how a six and a half foot android winds up peeking into the deck. The way she looks around suggests she's scanning the area until finally, her eye lands on the hot dog king himself.

When there's a lull in hot dog eaters, she goes over to him. Signs, because she doesn't feel like using her device.]

You should be working in the kitchen with us.

[oorah]

[ it's hard to miss the entrance, and frank looks up with a soft smile. he's feeling... good tonight, and maybe he wants to spread the love a little. he doesn't really think about how that might not be characteristic of himself at all. he has his device up to translate her, his other occupied with a wine glass as he pauses in his task to read and watch her words. he's getting better at the sign language, but he also fears misunderstanding others in a place like this.

the kitchen... he gives a glance back to his project. he's already much busier here than he had been back home. at least after everything was nonstop murderparty. here he wants to stick his fingers in as many different pies as he can. lu li is offering a literal pie to him right now and it seems almost amiss to turn her down. but he still hesitates for some reason.

he sets down his device and gulps down the rest of his glass so he can put that down too to focus on signing back, ] Do you need me? [ frank hated to be seen doing things he loved most of the time. the hot dogs he can skate around because so many people had asked him what they were. it's more about proving a point than socializing, right? at least he has a cover. and if she says she needs him, well. then he'd just be an asshole to say no. not that he isn't an asshole anyway. ]

Kamala Khan

[morphogenia]

A.

Frank;

[She's super freaked out but, that's to be expected. Kamala is a baby superhero and age wise. She's not prepared to be whisked away to strange worlds all by herself with no real endgame in sight. Luckily, she's also very hungry. That makes her venture out into a part of the house she didn't claim like some squatter to... what? Beg for food? That's basically it. Her parents instilled her with too much self-respect to actually beg though. She raises her device to Frank after getting his attention. He's cooking so she at least has an angle to work here.]

I'll help if you promise to share.

OTA.

[She's pretty much stuffing her face here so Kamala is less skittish. She actually waves at the people coming and offers them a chance to sit with her. This situation sucks enough without having to be alone. If they take her up on her offer, she has a little message already typed and ready to share.]

I'm Kamala. What's your name?

B.

OTA.

[Even if she's on a strange world with strange people, she has to train. Queen Medusa would expect no less from her. This is something that's still in her control. She runs as fast as she can without getting to the huffing and puffing part of training and settles in for some less sweaty exercising with push ups and sit ups. From there she practices punching or really works on keeping her arm straight while doing so. Just because her powers let her indulge in whatever crappy style she wants without getting hurt, doesn't mean she isn't aiming to improve. The girl wants to be an Avenger someday. Captain America definitely knows how to throw a good punch so she should too.

Come join her?]

A

[xochipilli_cursed]

[He's happy to plop down in a seat and meet new people.

Also he's never going to turn down the rare chance to eat something not grown in the ground.]

Hello Kamala, I'm Aaron. Xochipilli's the user name they gave me on the app.

A

[justbeingknife]

[ Well, why not? Better get to know people around here sooner rather than later. Majima sat down with a small smile and the following response: ]

Majima. Nice to meet ya.

Wasn't expecting a cookout all of a sudden.

[oorah]

[ he smiles softly for his new housemate, having put aside a mixture just for her with zero rabbit. frank types a quick message after an even quicker sip of wine, pointing to the bowl. ] halal

b

[dryeyes]

[It's none of his business, so he shouldn't interfere. Even if it was a kid, someone's clearly got to be looking out for them, she appears to know what she needs to do for whatever her training is, it's fine. Aizawa watches from a distance, for a while. He meant to be looking over the area, or any people who might be good opponents, or,]

[Okay, fine, okay, he's coming over. He will entirely deny it's due to any sort of teacherly instinct. He lets out a little breath through his teeth, before grumbling,]

Your stance. The punch isn't coming out straight because you're not moving with it. Try again.

A

[scarecrowed]

[ Lucas isn't sure why he's here... Perhaps his loss of identity means he wants to feel part of something, even something as ridiculous as this club (no offence, Frank), but one thing he's discovered about himself since losing his memory is that he's good at fighting. Perhaps he could use that skill to protect people here, compared to how he might have used that very skill to hurt people in the past.

He only vaguely knows Frank here from meeting him once before. Lucas ought to mingle, so he sits next to the woman with a hot dog on a plate - which he's never tried before. ]

lucas.

[ He takes a bite out of his hot dog before he types his next response. ]

this is good but tastes like deer, not dog. [ Not that he knows what dog tastes like... ]

akira kurusu | open...!

[beguiledcard]

a; he has definitely never seen a guy named hot dog making hot dogs, but...

CLOSED TO HOT DOG:

[ The smell of hot dogs is actually a really nice one… so he does stop by. He’s actually stopping by to ask for something, but he’s being put to work?? … Okay. Akira’s giving the guy he doesn’t actually know yet a nod, and then signing: ]

Sure, what would you like me to do?

… By the way, I’m: A-k-i-r-a K-u-r-u-s-u. It’s nice to meet you.

OTA:

[ So, maybe someone else is being put to work, and they're working next to him. This guy’s looking over to that person with a hint of curiosity in his face. If he recognizes them as someone who’s been here for a month, he’s signing: ]

Ever had one of these before?

[ The hot dogs. He's... never actually had one before.

If they’re someone he’s never seen before, he’s going to be wiping off his hands, and then sending them a message via the phone (he’s forever going to take a moment to be grateful that they link up automatically). ]

This guy seems pretty passionate about hot dogs...

WILDCARD:

(( ooc: catch him anywhere?? he'll even be hanging around to help clean up... ))

hey hey you you

[oorah]

[ frank points to the end of the long casing he's stuffing, making a motion that akira should start twisting them into links. when he comes closer frank will demonstrate for him, too. but apparently they're doing introductions now. his favorite. for some reason though, he doesn't feel as annoyed about it as usual. maybe he's just used to it. he signs back: ] H-O-T-D-O-G [ and gestures to himself. then points again to the actual hot dogs. ] Hot dog. [ see, it's hilarious. also nice to meet you??? whatever, fuck this. he's drinking more wine now and going back to work. ]

[gaits]

[ david's been drafted into prep cook duty, so here he is, piping the hot dog mixture into the casings. he glances up when akira messages him, shaking his head a little when he sees it. ]

It's one of the only things he's passionate about
Hot dogs and rosé

[ well, no, but the other part of his duty is giving frank shit as much as he can so, whatever. ]

Faith Lehane | ota

[rockypath]

B.

[The moment Faith found out about the fight club, she's been waiting for this. She can't wait to spar with some more people other than Frank. Not that punching Frank in the face hasn't been fun, but. A girl needed to branch out, you know?]

[Faith is in the corner going through a series of katas while she scans the room for any potential sparring partners. Or hell, maybe she'd even be willing to train anyone that looks a little lost? Bring it on.]

heck yeah heck yeahhhh

[deadboywalking]

[Will is about 99% sure he's a pacifist. He never liked the fighting parts in movies, and he hates it when his friends so much as raise their voices to bicker with one another. He prefers to sit in the corner and doodle or something.

So why is he here? ...because Mike was so excited about this dumb fight club thing, and Mike is his best friend.

Thus: Will is here. Sitting in the corner and doodling and hoping that nobody notices him. He may or may not be peeking over at Faith, though, somewhat impressed that a lady can do all that cool kicking and punching stuff.]

Arya Stark | ota

[list_maker]

A. Cooking Open/ also Hotdog?

[Arya didn't know about the fight club. She's only just arrived. But it's the smell of food that's lures her here. She steps closer out of the darkness to have a look at first, not quite sure if she should get closer. Eventually her stomach overrides her common sense and she inches closer to the back deck and the open doors.

She doesn't announce her presence. Instead, Arya will just inch ever closer to Frank as he's cooking. She can feel herself salivating. She doesn't know what it is this man is cooking, but she's tempted to steal some of it.]

[Perhaps Frank catches her watching. Or someone else pokes her shoulder to tell her she's being creepy. But for now she's just watching. Stomach threatening to growl.]


B. Fight Club Open

[Arya is a small girl, but she's deceptively skilled in a fight. That tends to happen when you train for years to become a faceless assassin. She'll enter the room, watching others spar, contemplating who to ask to train with her. She doesn't have Needle or her dagger, but she'll have to make due with her fists, it seems.]

[She approaches someone else watching. They may be the same size as her, young, or perhaps they are an improbably larger sparring partner, but it doesn't seem to sway the girl either way.] Would you spar with me?

B; hope this is okay?

[nishizono]

[ a little slip of a girl comes up to tetora with an offer to spar, and the first thing he thinks is that he lucked out. not because she's a girl, or because she's small - given tetora's height he's only a few inches taller, and he's not that that much older than she is, either. no, what he knows from experience is this:

the easy-looking ones are always the ones who go for the throat.

so he nods, accepts her offer with a simple shrug, and with a pilfered fork that he brandishes as a knife makes a backhand swing aimed for her eye. ]

Kara Danvers | OTA

[iisupergirlii]

A. Hot dog, hoooot daaaawwwg, alone in the world was a little hot dog! (open to all)

[ smell is not a particularly heightened sense of Kara's, but when the wind is usually doesn't carry much smell at all aside from the occasional whiff of briny pickle juice, it's pretty easy to pick up the smell of sizzling meat. And the sound Kara can pick up from her house. Someone is cooking.

She's dressed as Supergirl, making more outings these days in her supersuit than not, hiding herself behind literal superpowered armor. All that matters is that she can save the day, and that's what she wants to broadcast. She follows the smell and the sound until she reaches house six and -

why didn't she just assume Frank would be behind this? of course he found a way to get meat and make hot dogs of all the things. Kara can't keep the quiet smile off her face.

the door's open and there's a small gathering in the house, more on the back deck apparently, and Kara makes her way inside. there's new faces too, some she's bumped into and some she hasn't, so she keeps her device out just in case.

Feel free to bump into Supergirl and share stories over a 'dawg! (if you want to assume they met on the intro log, go for it. if you met Supergirl or Kara on the TDM, feel free to make it canon! if you want to assume you met KARA in the intro log, also go for it and laugh at how ineffectual her disguise is.)]

(closed to Frank) This is amazing. Also, I bet I could grill one faster than you.

[oorah]

[ he gives her the benefit of a full eyeroll, wondering not for the first time if she's always this competitive with friends. frank takes a sip of wine and considers. ] what do i get if i win?

tetora nishizono | open to all

[nishizono]

A | I AIN'T HERE TO BREAK IT

[ if sound travels, then so do smells, and the distinct scent of a cookout is unmistakable. how the sizzle of a cookout isn't attracting unwanted attention is beyond him, but he supposes not to look a gift horse in the mouth. the deck's wide open. a gaggle of strangers are coming in and out, and there doesn't seem to be a need for an invitation.

it's the perfect place to steal things from, even it's just the small bits and pieces. (what can he say, he feels naked unarmed.)

it's not to say that he's not helping out; he does when he's hailed by the burly man who seems to be running the show, as well as the others who catch his attention, but one of the commands he's getting is just a little too vague for him to get.

he makes the universal gesture of what?, face crumpled up in confusion with palms held up loose. ]

B | JUST HERE TO SEE HOW FAR IT'LL BEND

[ a fight club. or, more likely, a fight garage. imagine that.

tetora watches as pairs face off, and it's mostly a quiet affair - muted oofs, cut-off grunts, near-silent drops in what would otherwise be a room full of shouting but is no less full of blood spit out on the floor. it's a different kind of exhilaration.

he can't wait for his turn, and it shows in how antsy for a turn he is. he's itching for a fight; he's been stripped of his things, understandably, but did they have to take his knives?

his eyes are bright and alive. pick me, he communicates with the white of his knuckles and the shine in his eyes, fight me. ]

B - Aaron needs the distractions

[xochipilli_cursed]

[Aaron looks to the guy who really, really wants to fight.
Aaron points to him, points to himself, and nods. Aaron's sporting the red jump suit and is currently keeping himself in his slightly larger form.

If Tetora saw him outback socializing, Aaron looks taller, stronger and a bit rougher than he did out under the stars. He grins at Tetora as he slightly recognizes him from the icon with his picture and their prior conversation.]

david lieberman

[gaits]

a.

[ so frank is the master chef in this friendship and david honestly doesn't really mind, but that doesn't mean that he won't put out for food. he's been drafted on prep cook duty, piping the mixture into casings and assembling the hot dogs after they've been grilled. he also makes no secret about stealing some of the rosé for himself, because he's a sentimental asshole who misses his wife dearly and also they have an entire crate of the stuff, so why not??

frank being in a good mood obviously puts david in a good mood too. he'll give anyone he sees a friendly, if slightly awkward smile and offer a newly assembled hot dog. ]

c.

[ it doesn't take a genius to figure out that david isn't much of a fighter, so while everyone heads to the garage, david will be hanging back in the kitchen cleaning up. feel free to assist or not, or even chat him up, either way he'll still be sipping on rosé as he works. ]

A

[justbeingknife]

[ Who had two thumbs and didn't know how to sign yet? This guy. Majima accepted the hot dog with a smile, but he didn't forget his manners: ]

Thanks. What's the occasion?

And do ya need any help?

liplocked;; for jessica

[oorah]

[ he spots a familiar face by the fire, and though the last time they'd met face to face hadn't been great for him, he's still inspired to go over. maybe whatever is in the jar tucked protectively in his hoodie pouch is a contributing factor in his bravery now, but he's not really thinking about that now. he's thinking about her full lips and upturned nose, the way the fire casts shadows over her deepset eyes.

frank slides himself next to her, close enough to be companionable but hopefully not weird. he knows they've been tense from the beginning, but he supposes that's how it goes when your first meeting is a botched murder witness... situation. he waves to her, but doesn't sign or bring out his device, giving her a full opportunity to blow him off like usual, should she choose to accept it. ]

[underachievement]

[ New arrivals. New fucking arrivals! Jess thought she was pissed about the heart-shaped chocolate! but her lividity over the expanding population eclipses that immediately. Most frustrating of all is that she just doesn't have the time to accommodate that anger and expound on the mistrust she harbours towards the locals. It's not the big picture she's currently concerned with.

Instead Jess takes little pictures to test her camera film, of natives and transplants, old and new, including one of Kara and Kevin canoodling (vom) which wards her off from the rest of the festivities. The only reason she's still out is to swipe some free liquor, since you can never have too much, but the Man in the Hat's stash must still be dry from her raid of it a week ago. She can't smell any liquor in the sugary drink that's provided this time. It's too sweet for her tastes, so she returns the jar she was sniff-testing to its cradle in the sand. Despite its weakness, it does appear to be having an effect on people. A creepy one but not that high on the meter, that she can tell. She chooses to stick around a while longer and keep an eye on folks. It's her job, right?

The network distracts her every so often, and then she's scanning the gathering for the thousandth time. Who should be walking towards her but the Weather Man himself. Or is it Tyler Durden now? He went ahead with the fight club. Presumably it's still taking kids. He's got no reason to be looking as borderline comfortable as he is, around her especially. (Unless she remembers how their last conversation actually ended, cue Wipeout theme.) Jess pockets her device and shrugs her shoulders by way of greeting. She stares into the fire but glances over when she takes notice of the unmoving shadows on his face, actually bruises sunken into his skin. Hopefully the rest of him is in better shape -- not that Jess cares. But if he wants to be useful to her so bad, she might have something for him to do in the near future. It'd be nice if he could stay in one piece until then. ]

A.

[clussy]

(Eddie is an explorer, to some extent, by nature. Then again, most boys his age were, and he wanted to familiarize himself with this strange new world that seemed much more permanent than the station had. He was also honestly trying to distract himself. They had taken everything from home from him. Even the pin fastened to his jumpsuit was technically from the station. He supposed his inhaler was from home, but not the part of home he wanted to remember. It wasn't his bike. That and well, he'd made some friends on the station. Not many of them had seemed to come through with him.

So, Eddie was a bit lost in his own head, and trying his best not to obviously sulk. He's left his own deck, wandering along the rows of decks, when he notices a man on his own deck. Eddie slows to a stop and instinctively tucks away against the deck just beside the man's, pressing himself flat against it. It did a good job of hiding him.

Er.

Half of him, that is, the other half of him poking out as he watched the man.

But the thing is? Eddie's twelve. Which means one thing: he cannot resist the siren call of hot dogs. He can't even remember the last time he had a hot dog- or...the last time he had a proper meal, actually. His mouth waters and he slooowly creeps out from behind the deck, wandering a little closer.

Don't mind the random stray child eye-balling you, Frank.)

[oorah]

[ frank is enjoying a lapse in the constant stream of visitors, perched outside his house on the deck like a lookout tower in a man costume. yellowing bruises mottle his face, combat boots bolstering him a couple more inches than he naturally stands, his bright yellow-orange jumpsuit partially concealed by a weighted black hoodie. but despite his harsh appearance, a soft smile wedges itself stubbornly on his face at eddie's attempt to be sneaky. as much as he hates that children are here -- and that they keep showing up. well. it gives him something to do, being everyone's grumpy dad.

he moves further out to lean against the railing, and even though his boots and the frame they carry look heavy, his steps make no sound. he looks around idly as if he doesn't know exactly where eddie is. almost like a silent game of hide-and-seek. ]

Fight Club - Closed to Frank

[beyourzoomer]

[Out of all the crazy things she's done in her going on fourteen years of life, she thinks going to a complete stranger's house for fighting lessons may be near the top of that list. Then again, she's in a different universe with actual monsters, so maybe things like common sense and craziness have to go right out the damned window.

She'd seen the bulletin board and contacted "hotdog" (what even?) because she's tired of feeling helpless. She's never been the kind of girl who's been okay with the idea of someone having to rescue her when she's in trouble. She doesn't believe in that fairy tale bullshit.

So maybe this is a terrible, crazy chance she's taking, but it's one she's willing to risk for the possibility of learning how to really fight. She stands outside of the house she'd been directed to, eyeing it warily. She knows she can't knock because that's noisy, but she's not about to barge into someone's house either. She pulls out her device and sends another message.]

UN: Mad Max: I'm here.

[oorah]

[ the text has him immediately opening the well oiled door to the sandpath where she's waiting. usually an imposing figure at nearly six foot in combat boots over his sunset orange jumpsuit, he offers her a tiny smile and even a wave. he had expected a boy from her username, but he doesn't seem put off by it. he wonders if her name is maxine.

frank gestures for her to come in, and when she gets closer she'll see the yellowing bruises around the edges of his face and the bluish ones that look fresher beneath his eyes. clearly he takes this fight club stuff seriously. when she moves inside the garage, she'll see the giant, padded boxing ring, muslin dummies set up for punching along the side and hand wraps discarded on the floor. there's a giant white skull painted over a strip of black fabric in the center of the wall and a thick curtain to further sound proof the space at the back, the mats under their feet absorbing sound, too.

he closes the door behind her silently and waits for her reaction.]

A.

[deadboywalking]

[It may seem hard to believe because he is a tiny stick bug of a human being, but Will is definitely partial to comfort food. Hot dogs is one of the three things his mom can make edible every time without fail, and it only takes the smell of them cooking to draw him away from his house. He'll follow the smell to the closed back door, and sort of linger there like a hungry stray cat.

Maybe if he looks pathetic enough, Frank will let him in?]

[oorah]

[ he looks up from humming idly, grilling dogs and generally seeming in good spirits, his hood drawn up around his bruised face. spotting will, his eyes widen a bit, but his smile doesn't diminish. he finishes up quickly so he can turn off the stove and open the soundproofed door to let the boy inside.

since will seems as skittish or even moreso than eddie, he won't press for anything immediately. instead he just backs away so the boy can come inside if he likes while frank moves back over to his assembly line to put a dog together for him. ]

Houou Maniwa

[musubitori]

::Fight Club (B)::(OTA + Frank)

[ The post to the notice board had all of Houou's attention and his mind has been full of training and the sparring he's so missed. The idea of getting rusty is far from his mind, but using his body again, might be just what he needs to feel less removed and bring him back into the moment.

He's spent too much time in his head, in the mind of two others and nothing draws his focus to a single pinpoint than a fight and so he's here.

Two jars of peaches tucked in the crook of one arm and a curious tilt of his head are all he offers, other than his clearly bandaged hands - He's definitely ready. ]

::Wild Card!::(OTA)

[ Houou will be watching bouts, but is amicable and will fight anyone regardless of age/bearing, if you challenge him!]

[oorah]

[ frank takes the jars with a game smile, setting them aside with his own wrapped hands, spots of dried blood that had seeped into the muslin immediately apparent. whether it's his or someone else's doesn't seem to matter, though his lip is actively bleeding -- just a little. he gives a little jump of his shoulders like ready to go? frank is always ready, restlessness seeping into his bones from the womb on. he was born for this. ]

put a sock in it;; for micro

[oorah]

[ frank isn't particularly interested in the new arrivals. at least not beyond the fact that they're a thing. he knows the natives still aren't letting up how much they know about the reset room, and he meanders around, feeling deja vu in a deep way. he listens to the questions the newbies ask, remembering giving his away. none of it matters anyway when they still aren't getting the truth.

there's something familiar about a man not too far from him, stood in a pastel blue jumpsuit towards the back of the crowd. he's holding up his device, listening to the woman speak, and frank sees his thin wrists, a white line where a wedding band used to be. his heart beats quicker, it can't be. the photograph in his pocket may as well be burning a hole in it, but when frank reaches for it he realizes it's back at the house, in his bookshelf.

without thinking it through completely, he strides forward and grips the man's shoulder fiercely, tugging him back and around to face frank. there are already tears pricking in his eyes, david's unkempt appearance and soft, kind eyes unmistakable. ]

[gaits]

[ david watches the woman's hands, the way her fingers form what she wants to convey and the screen of his device, translating them into words. having the device in his hands puts him at ease, but knowing the native sign language would definitely be more helpful as well. he's so focused on her that he doesn't register frank approaching him until he's gripped by the shoulder, jumping as he's turned around and ready to push whoever it is away until he registers who it is.

his heart stops for second, blinking rapidly like he's dreaming because he didn't think he'd see anyone he knew here. but frank is here, right in front of him, and david swallows thickly past the lump in his throat, reaching up to grasp frank's shoulders to pull him into a hug. ]

A

[swill]

[The hollow, villainous laugh is supposed to go here because the idea of being put to work is... well. laughable. hollow. villainous.

And it was Hawkeye's idea first, so that brickhouse-looking son of a bitch can't have it.

It's his first day and he's not sure he isn't either dead or delusional, and he's already done both those things (technically, on paper, and paper talks) so the inundating inability to differentiate between life and death and dreaming is a little more unnerving than the usual. And "the usual" is quite up there. If Hawkeye said so. Which he does, of course. Anyway. Work. Lost. He'd heard there was a hospital building and he'd been wandering- as aimlessly as one man possibly can-- and then he smelled hotdogs.

And it's incredible because it's been so long since he--

well, not that long considering-- but was that guy drinking wine? That was a wine bottle. And this... is Pierce, stray dog extraordinaire, saying to Hell with dignity and

glancing from the bottle to the grub to the guy with the very original idea to convey... "share"?

Please share.]

[oorah]

[ lucky for you, hawkeye, all the work has mostly been done by tiny children. no labor law in effect here and frank sure did take advantage of that fact. it doesn't take long for him to spot the man and make his decision, bringing him a plate with two fully assembled venison dogs and cup of wine. the two items are pressed into the man's hands with a little nod. ]