The journal of none of your damn business

[The sound of something being scraped against stone is heard from below the PCD (or it would if there was dynamic sound skills,) as Eliot's watching the snow fall through the bay window. ]

If you haven't already, consider going out and collecting sand from out in the wastes. After clearing walkways and anything else, the surface can get slippery. With the sand you'll have some traction. I'll be bringing some to the clinic and the large greenhouse. Like with the wood, if you need some let me know.

[And with that, the grinding stops and he turns off the feed.]

[When a man only sleeps 90 minutes a day, and is mostly healed, that leaves plenty of time to get some things done. Even if he still had some healing to do, Kenneth wasn't bed-ridden and he had the lumber and other tools available. As long as he's not pushing his right wrist too much, there's nothing stopping him. When the feed starts, he's (of course) shirtless and finishing the tension on one side of what looks to be a rather tall fence by twisting a small bit of lumber in-between a couple of diagonal set wires that run from the bottom of one post to the middle horizontal cross brace on the next post.

It's not the only part that's like this. The posts are at least 8 feet tall, not including what's in the ground, and there's enough that it seems like a small enclosure, with the narrower side facing the PCD having an opening. The angle doesn't clearly show what's in the troughs on the ground in  the enclosure, but it looks like dirt. In fact, it is. There's some smaller containers that have other plants that were foraged now growing and being taken care of. Behind the enclosure there's rolled up pool coverings, netting, wires and thinner rope on the ground. Some stuff salvaged that way, others pieced together.

It's not until the tension is enough that Kenneth lets go and lets the bit of lumber stop against the cross brace before he looks to the sky. Grabbing a rag from his back pocket, some sweat is wiped back before he goes and picks up the PCD.]

Lesse, how do I-

*BEEEEEEEEEP*

[That tone? The PCD having been pressed in a way that doesn't work when it's recording. No, he hasn't gotten used to it, and he's leering at the device, more than at the people who would see this.]

That means this is on, right?  So with what's been going on, this mind control stuff, I wanted to know if anyone would be able to teach me how to keep that from happening again. Maybe give some tips and lemme know what I need to be able to do first before getting past that problem. I'd very much appreciate any guidance with this.

If it's compensation you want, we can work something out. For example, I can cook anything you want, as long as the ingredients are there, during the time or longer. There are other services I could offer in return, too.



[[Other Queens Row residents or those nearby may see some of this stuff going up throughout the day, or even smell some fresh soil. Feel free to stop on by! Peek over the fence and such.]]