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

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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!

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[rockypath]

[She's glad to see the compliment seems to make him relax just that little bit.] Can I see? [She holds out the hand toward the sketch book, tentatively, smile small.]

[deadboywalking]

[Will's first reaction is to somehow dispose of the sketch book. Maybe throw it out a window or...eat it or something. But then, slowly, he hands it over, ears red with embarrassment. Aside from the half-finished portrait, the pages have doodles of other people (Faith might recognize a few, actually, Frank and Kara and Mike), as well as recurring motifs: lots of vines, lots of spindly trees, lots and lots and lots of monsters.

He's drawn the paths, too, dozens of them. He's even drawn shadowy things around them that might be meant to represent the Sound Eaters.]

[rockypath]

[Faith is gentle with the book, as though any false move might spook poor Will and he'd run away. She flips slowly through each drawing. Some of them send a small chill up her spine. No child this young should have this darker shit in their head. She suspects its just being in this place, she doesn't know his past is littered with darkness too.

Not that she'd been so different as a child. But her monsters back then hadn't been demons or true monsters. That had been before she'd been called as a Slayer. She decides to focus on the lighter drawings. The ones of people here. Or her as an orc. She hands it back with a soft smile.] Thank you for letting me see. You're really good. What are you doing here? Planning to spar at all? Or were you just looking for drawing inspiration?

[deadboywalking]

[Will waits a little anxiously for her reaction, swaying a little where he sits, like she's going to let loose with artistic critique or...something. When she hands it back, he relaxes more, fiddling with his pencil as she types.

He uses the eraser to poke the letters this time, just because.] thanks. there aren't a lot of things i can draw with here, except for pencils, but it's okay.

mike's my friend from my world and he wanted me to come see. [Here Will pauses, rolling his eyes wearily.] i don't really like fighting. it's important to him, though.

[rockypath]

[Faith will have to keep an eye out for drawing supplies.]

I know mike. Met him a couple times now. [She smirks a bit at his rolling eyes.] It's important to me too, but I get it. Sometimes a thing, just isn't your thing.

[deadboywalking]

[She's already pretty cool in his eyes, but that'll elevate her to Best Person Ever status.]

i'd just be really bad at it. i'm not very big or strong. i can't do a lot. not like you can.

[rockypath]

If you haven't even tried much, how do you know you'd be bad? Size isn't everything. I bet you could be quick. Quick wins just as well as strong. [You just couldn't get caught, is the thing.] If you ever decide you do want to learn a few things, I'll be there in a flash. K?

[deadboywalking]

i'm pretty fast. and good at hiding. i don't usually get caught by anything that wants to hurt me.

[It's probably mildly alarming that he's done that often enough to know for sure. But he seems a little happier, sitting a bit straighter. Good job with the ego-boost, Faith.]

[rockypath]

[She looks quite pleased at his reaction. Damn. Maybe she's not so bad at this talking to kids thing! Although, that he's had to run from thing trying to hurt him is a concern...

Faith shoves that down. It's probably too early in meeting this kid to hound him for details, right? Right.] There you go! You're already one step ahead, then.

[deadboywalking]

[Look at his happy little face, good job, Faith.]

if i have to learn to fight later, though, i'll definitely let you know. if my friends need it, i guess i'll learn.

...later. much later.

[rockypath]

Fine by me. I don't got anywhere to be anytime soon. [She'll be stuck here same as him. Now. Or later. Faith gives him a wink, then, as she moves to stand up.] Now. You should watch me go kick the ass of that doofus right over there. [She points across the room right at Frank Castle, aka, PB, Punching Bag, Hot Dog.] Make sure to get a good drawing of that, yeah?

[deadboywalking]

[Will stifles a delighted laugh, because hearing adults swear is always the BEST. Then he shoots her a thumbs up and flips to a blank page of his sketchbook. Faith might be getting a special delivery to her house in a day or so, folded and pushed under her door -- the promised drawing, with Faith as an orc and Frank as a very scowly dwarf.]