These cold iron rails leave old mossy trails through the countryside

[protects_the_small]

WHO:The residents of Pevensie farm and whoever comes by (might be you!)

WHERE:Pevensie Farm, outside De Chima

WHEN:October

WHAT: Catch All

WARNINGS:Many dogs and a grumpy horse



Autumn has officially fallen and so have much of the leaves around the farm. There's far too many trees around to bother raking them up, if anyone cared to. And the gods know the dogs would make short work of any piles standing around.

In the corner of the compost heap, there's a lot of volunteer pumpkins shooting up, perhaps you should stop by and grab some for the season?

If one passes by in the morning or evening, one might spy smoke coming out of one of the chimneys. Sure, heat was added along with air conditioning, but there's nothing like a fire to make one feel cozy. Be warned-you might get drafted into cutting wood to feed it!

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Kel, OTA

[protects_the_small]

Peachblossom

[The change in season has made Peachblossom twitchier than his normal grumpiness. He's unlikely to head as far out as De Chima alone anymore, but wandering next to the road, out of sight isn't beyond him. Sometimes he'll slip the gate open and head over to the volunteer pumpkins for a treat and something to do. Bother him at your own risk, he might welcome the change of pace but not in a way you'll like.

Gardening

[Kel has mostly taken over tending to the kitchen garden and is furiously preparing it for winter on what few days she and Lucy aren't working at the office. She doesn't know if she's actually doing this right, but she's going to try. Never mind their food source doesn't actually depend on the garden. But you may find her pitchforking mulch over a bed or scraping up dead leaves to pile on certain things. There is a Lot of dirt.]

Riding

[If you wander the De Chima countryside, you may run into both of them, possibly with Lucy in tow...or not. Kel does consider it important to spend time with Peachblossom on their own, he's the only person she's knows from home.

but she'll say hi if you do]

Or a wild card if these don't ping you!

peachblossom!

[helpline]

[ The Doctor is going to straight up bother Peachblossom. This time, he's actually bothering him with crisps. He arrives with three bags of the watercress chips. One of them gets left at the farmhouse for Kel and Lucy, the other two go straight to the barn.

As he spots the horse, the Doctor gives him a wave. ]

Wand me to open these for you or do you want to do it yourself?

[protects_the_small]

[Peachblossom heard the crinkling of chip bags long before he heard the sound of the Doctor's footsteps and followed it to the fence, ears pricked forward.

At the Doctor's greeting, he wickers in a friendly way and shakes his mane.

Does he look like he has thumbs?]

[helpline]

You could have just bitten it open,

[ the Doctor teases, as he opens one of the bags. He sets the other, unopened bag on the ground as he offers the opened bag to Peachblossom. Eat away, buddy. ]

[protects_the_small]

[Peachblossom brings his muzzle up briefly from shoving it in the bag to blow chip crumbs at the doctor.

It tastes bad]

Peachblossom - Late October

[dirtyredneck]

[This time Jerkface doesn't ride up, he flies over to the edge of the farm, puts his wings away so they weren't visible, and walks up the road. His hands are in his pockets, but he's got a bag over his shoulder and he's keeping an eye on the fenced pasture for the horse he'd spurned the month before out of quiet fear and worry for the big guy's safety.]

[protects_the_small]

[The first thing Daryl might hear is the thundering of hooves. Peachblossom is working off some jitters by charging around the pasture, sometimes out in the center, sometimes heading towards the fence to see if he can 'race' any passing hover cars.

In this instance, he comes barreling around a small hill, throwing up dust and dying grass in his wake.

He hardly notices the two-legger until he's turned at the fence and thundered past...And perhaps it's only coincidence he slows to a canter and then a trot. He's no long distance runner after all]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl certainly wasn't fast enough to keep up with a horse going that fast. But the slowing down did mean he might have a chance of catching up. He didn't think Peachblossom saw him well enough to recognize him when he went flying past, but he might have. And if he didn't, well, Daryl's scent would probably carry eventually. He was a lot cleaner this time around. Hanging at his neck was a small vial filled with a mix of citronella, lemongrass, cedarwood and clovebud oils that made for a decent enough smelling mosquito repellent that wasn't unpleasant for most creatures. It also did a good job of covering all but the strongest scents Daryl's nose now picked up.

Since Peachblossom was slowing down, he let the bag swing around his side and dug into it. A nice ripe butternut squash got pulled out and he just started tossing it from one hand to the other while he casually let his steps swing him closer to the fence.

Daryl let out a short, sharp whistle to try and get the horse's attention.]

[protects_the_small]

[Peachblossom kept to his trot, blowing as he felt his muscles cool down, until he heard the whistle. Pulling up short he looks behind him, ears flicking forward and back, as he tries to decide on his Feelings.

...The squash decides him, and the gelding dips his head over the fence and snorts, swishing his tail.

Sure, now the two-legger shows up]

Gardening!

[failureisntachoice]

[ By pure location of the Vor De Chima residence, they aren't far from the farm house. The walk over has made it a good destination when Tex needs a break. It's the sound of a pitchfork scraping mulch that draws her attention towards Kel. That's... a surprising hobby and she raises a brow as she watches. ]

Is this what you've been spending your free time doing?

[protects_the_small]

[Kel throws the forkful of mulch over the bed and sticks the pitchfork in the ground to lean on it, smiling in greeting]

Some of it, yes. I'm learning a new skill.

[She blows a strand of hair out of her face and looks grimly at what's left of th tomato vines]

...Several, even.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She lets out a low whistle of appreciation as she glances down at Kel's work. At least there's something there. ]

What's everything you have growing?

[protects_the_small]

Not much for now, we're heading into winter. Thank the gods we can just buy what we need. But there's some pumpkins over there that seemed to have volunteered, and most of this I'm simply making safe to overwinter.

[As evidenced by spreading mulch over it all]

the Twelfth Doctor | ota!

[helpline]

[ because look, he shows up to visit his new buddy Peachblossom, might as well toss up an open thread. ]

exploring the place
[ It's been ages since the Doctor visited this farm. He visited it before, of course, when the Musketeers still lived here. But it had been months since Athos, Porthos, and d'Artagnan were ported out. So naturally? Things changed. And the Doctor wanted to find out just what those changed things were because he's nosy as sin.

So if you're wandering around the farm, surprise! You might find the local eccentric just looking at a pile of wood and muttering, ] That shouldn't be there [ or looking up at a tree, nodding approvingly. There doesn't seem to be much of a rhyme or reason to the things he's judging: anything from year old trees to day old pumpkins are getting looked over with the same critical eye. ]

hanging with the dogs
[ It's a little bit uncanny how much Cardinal looks like the Doctor. Perhaps that's why the older dog's imprinted on the Time Lord like a little baby duck and is (pardon the pun) dogging his footsteps...which means that Faucon's dogging Cardinal's footsteps and really, it's just a doggy parade as the Doctor attempts to make his way to the horse area.

Thankfully, someone approaches before they can actually get there. And almost instantly, the Doctor turns towards said random person. ]

They do know that horses kick, right? I'm certain the older one does but I don't really know about the lab.

fixing things
[ Did you know that you had an insert-piece-of-technology-here on the farm? Well surprise! You do. Because the Doctor's found a way to take it apart and is now putting it back together, big grin on his face. Hopefully he won't get distracted before he finishes the project. ]

hanging with the dogs

[absentconstellation]

They know. To them it is a game.

[ Did you think there was a person there? You must have been mistaken. There's only a purple-eyed cat right next to you. ]

[helpline]

[ Let's be real, considering the Doctor's level of eccentric, he could just straight up talk to the cat no matter what. ]

It's a stupid game. What sort of game is 'almost get your head kicked in'?

[absentconstellation]

[ Ok, fair. His tone is as pitying as it is mocking. ]

They are simple creatures, with scarce more wisdom than newborn kittens, I'm afraid.

[helpline]

Whereas you're an older and wiser cat?

[ Said as he bent down to try and get more eye level to the cat. ] By the way, what language are we speaking?

exploring the place

[overanalytically]

[ Spock himself isn't near the Pevensie Farm often himself, but he was recently recuperating at the Vorkosigan/Vorbarra Residence nearby and thought it logical to regain his strength by some mild exercise. Walking outside in the changing seasons was as good as anything else, and today he's ventured as far as the Farm.

He comes upon the Doctor judging the ordinary-looking pile of wood, pausing in his walk and too curious not to ask, ] Forgive my intrusion, but is its present location of issue?

[helpline]

Course it's an issue, [ the Doctor remarks, with a roll of his eyes. ] It wasn't here last time.

[ just said like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ]

[overanalytically]

Perhaps, but has it somehow become an impediment to another object?

[helpline]

No, but it's not supposed to be here. [ He can't help but sigh, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world and Spock's a dullard for not understanding it. ]

Help me move it.

fixing things doctor what are u doing

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh, he's about to be distracted. So distracted. Which is unfortunate, since Hawke has no idea how to put any of the newly (well, as of a month or two ago) installed technology anythings back together. Though in this case it happens to be the red hover truck, a used one, but still good. Mostly good.

Hawke has only just gotten that thing and there's some old man fiddling with it? Really?! ]

You have about six seconds to put that right back where you found it and turn around. Seventh second and I'll have decided if I want to set you on fire or not, so I suggest you hurry.

[ She didn't come barreling out of the farmhouse after him. No, no, she came lurking up, free of the heralding dogs that would have otherwise announced her presence for her. They're sleeping off their game of "bother the horses", after all. ]

he's helping!!!

[helpline]

[ As he hears someone talk, the Doctor pokes his head out from the hover truck's inner workings. He looks a bit comical, hair sticking up in certain places, sunglasses smack on his face, a bit of an oil smear on some shitty local band t-shirt the Doctor's wearing under a black hoodie. But he steps out from the hood of the car and holds his hands up in the universal sign for "I don't have anything, please don't do anything stupid."

Of course, that's because he was using the sonic sunglasses, but details, details. And sorry Hawke, you're about to encounter your all time nemesis: technobabble. ]

The truck's good, but it's a truck. It gets terrible gas mileage, so I was adding in a smaller electric battery that'd take over when the truck's idling or going slow, so you can save the gas for something fast. It reroutes back to the hover mechanics so there's no need to add in an outlet or a plug or anything like that. I might install a tiny solar panel, if I do something with compressed nacelles, that'll juice up everything in no time. Plus, your radio signal's terrible so I boosted the transmitter frequency so that it'd pick up that De Chima Polytech college radio that I like. Also, your truck's now got wifi. The password's "cardinal", but the letter I is a number 1.

[ He then gives Hawke a slightly disgruntled look like 'well? Everything good?' ]

[whathawksdo]

[ And the following stare his babble earns him is a long, long, long one. Up side, it doesn't involve being set on fire, so there is that! Some old guy, who just said a bunch of words she does not understand.

Probably not a threat?

That in mind, Hawke eventually does speak up again. ]

I only understood the "save gas" part of that and nothing more. Care to try again? [ Use dumber words, maybe? She'll crosses the last few steps to the car, poking her head past him to look in, then look up and him, still frowning. ] And how do you know my dog's name? You can't have picked that password at random.

[ Because, save for Lucy's Rufus, all dogs default to Hawke's. All. ]