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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[ frank snorts at that, thinking his daughter could have said it instead of the boy in front of him. these aren't his kids, though, and so even if he had been about to scold him for the language used, eddie's self-correction is more than enough to ply him. he nods with understanding, it isn't that frank isn't an animal lover himself. but there is a difference between food and friends. dogs are friends, every other animal is food :)

he's about to finally open his mouth to tell the kid it's cool -- it's not for everyone. and it isn't like it's a chore for him to do it. he enjoys hunting a lot actually, especially when it means he can provide for others in this way. but what eddie says next has him scrunching up his face and shaking his head in an obvious dismissal. does every kid here have daddy issues? jesus christ. ]

You're not a girl if you don't like killing animals. I can show you how to do plenty of other cool things.

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(The fifties were stringent in their gender expectations. The boys grew up and went to war, and the girls stayed home and cooked dinner. Those things were airtight for Eddie, and it had only been recently that he began to realize that girls could be much more than that. Unfortunately, he was struggling a lot more on the personal level, and everything that had to do with what boys were meant to be like. Then again, he had faced a life of bullying ridiculing how extremely non-masculine he was.

And a guy like Frank? Stacked with muscle, polished up with bruises, looking every bit like a soldier and the Ideal Man? It was a little shocking to hear him say that Eddie wasn't a girl for not wanting to do that. Enough that it shows on Eddie's face.)

...Really? (His voice isn't just quiet because of the town, but out of soft awe.)

I'm-. I'm good at fixing stuff. I fix Bill's bike all the time. Are you good at stuff like that? (Eddie, in some way, wants to be liked by Frank. Or impress him, maybe, he realizes.)

I like- learning. What other stuff do you know?

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[ he nods, no hesitation. yes, really. what the fuck does he care? he'd served with all sorts of men and he'd protected them all fiercely as his own. and the when that turned out to be a lie, well... there's david. and madani. two extremes like max and eddie. gender norms don't mean much to a guy who's never adhered to societal norms to begin with. and when eddie talks about fixing things, he's smiling. he's thinking of micro's beautiful daughter leo. she'll be an engineer or a physicist or something amazing and he's so lucky that he gets to see her grow up, even if he'll never be able to do the same with his own daughter. ]

i like fixing stuff. like cars and bikes. [ he nods his encouragement. and smaller things... anything that made him feel useful. he has this strange feeling already like eddie and himself have that in common. he crosses his arms across his chest and thinks deeply about all the other skills he could teach eddie. sometimes he thinks this place was formulated just for him, he's so good at navigating a silent place with danger at every turn. who knew it would be the others among them that would be the real problem, and not the actual fucking monsters? ]

i play chess. and guitar, we could learn when it rains again. i like football. i like books. i don't just like "boy stuff"

[ is that clear enough??? ]

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(Automatically Eddie wishes that there were cars here that they could practice on. For just a brief, fleeting second, Eddie feels a dull ache for his father. It isn't the first time that he wonders what his life would have been like had Frank (Eddie only connects their names just then, but oh, did it mean anything? Maybe...maybe not) Kaspbrak lived long enough to see his only child grow up. Maybe he would have taught Eddie to be a better boy. Maybe he would have taught him how to fix cars and tell his mom to lay off.

But Frank's not wrong. They both definitely seemed to enjoy being useful. Not the worst trait by a long shot. Eddie wouldn't be so shocked by that. After all, it wasn't the monster from his own home he feared the most- though maybe in the traditional sense it was. It was always the adults. Adults with their haunting control over a child's life. Even here, it made him feel anxious.)

That would be so cool. Does it rain here a lot? I never even thought about weather. Does it thunder? I wonder what happens if it does.

I suck at sports. But I'm not half bad at running?

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I like comic books. And I like clothes. And looking nice if I can. (The latter he admits with a bit of a blush. But it's progress, truthfully. It's Eddie trying to be a little more brave.)

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[ even though the room is technically soundproofed, it had felt like pushing their luck to talk for so long. and honestly, his voice is already getting tired. after weeks of not using it, frank actually doesn't mind going back to the device even if he resents the thing. ]

it's rained once since i've been here, but i'm asking for my guitar anyway. you never know, right?

it didn't thunder that time so i don't know what happens. the sound eaters might go crazy from the noise.

[ frank grins, even though it isn't really funny before typing. ] i hate running.

[ and oh, does he ever. and he obviously doesn't care what he looks like, but he knows eddie's getting to that age. impressing girls or... whatever. frank lets go of a soft snort. ]

who's your favorite hero? [ comic books. how sweet. frank only lives in the shittiest one imaginable. ]

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(Eddie hoped it would rain again. Not just for the sake of being able to maybe get away with a guitar lesson, but it would be a nice change of pace. Eddie's not so good with the device, but he might as well try and get used to it, so he doesn't really question the transition.)

i wonder what would happen if they tried eating all that thunder. maybe it'd give them a bellyache.

(Sounded stupid, maybe, but such a thing could be possible, right?

That sure was a way of putting it. Mostly, Eddie was just fussy as all hell.

The question has Eddie's eyes brightening in that way kids' eyes usually do when an adult actually asks them about their life.)

WONDER WOMAN!! I met her back on the station and she was SO COOL. Although I met Supergirl here and she's pretty cool too.

(Beyond them, the names of famous superheroes had...well. Begun to blur a bit from Eddie's memories. He knew he had read a lot of comics before, but whatever the specifics were had long since faded from his mind. At least he remembered Diana Prince though.

As for the Punisher. well. Had it been in publication during the fifties, Eddie probably would of loved it.)

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i bet they would totally get a bellyache

[ oh thank god it's one of the made up ones. he would never consider that eddie would like HIS story, but some of the ones he knew of anyway. the hulk maybe, he's a fan of black widow himself. fuck daredevil. etc. though he supposes she isn't made up because eddie met her. he's still getting used to this multiverse stuff honestly. ]

supergirl is wicked cool

[ even if currently... frank is super worried about her. that's not to discuss with children though, especially because he wants them to still trust her. ]