food drive!!

[doggonemad]

WHO: you! and other people!
WHERE: near the fountain
WHEN: morning day 103

[ WHEW. Stuff's been happening so much lately.

Anyway today, Hannya is sitting at a booth that reads "FOOD DRIVE" with a couple large crates sitting nearby. He has his feet kicked up on said booth as he leans back in his chair, craning his neck as people walk by. ]

I mean. Yeah, some of the fruit's gone, but ain't all of it gone, right? We can still give the wolves some shit.

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[heavyliesthecrown]

The food I have stored at the food bank is still decent. And at least not all of the trees have wilted.

[yet]

[doggonemad]

I choose ta believe that whatever's causin' this is either gonna get fixed or ain't gonna get any worse 'cause people are on it.

So. Food drive!

[heavyliesthecrown]

Well, I can do my best to contribute from some of our stores, though I shall be holding a little back for in the event that we face a crisis here, too.

I can network with the individuals who have been helping me all this time, though. Bluebell is, fortunately, doing alright still, so we can afford to share a bit extra.

[endsjustified]

We’ve got a store already set aside for the wolves in our barn, so I’d rather keep it there for the moment.

But thank you for doing this.

[doggonemad]

[ waves a hand dismissively. ]

Yer part of the party goin', right? Way I see it, this'll end up over there anyway, so there ain't no reason fer ya ta add to the pile.

[ a beat. ]

Unless ya wanna make the crates look more impressive. [ snaps his fingers. ] Don't y'all got illusions or somethin'?

[endsjustified]

If you like?

[he’ll fill a crate and a half with fake preserved meat and variously processed or fresh fruit, sure. festoons the FOOD DRIVE sign with a border of the various flock flowers for good measure]

[doggonemad]

Yes! Best power at this precise moment!

[electricflock]

[peeks into a crate]

How's it going?

[doggonemad]

[ ignore the lily illusions. ]

Ehhh, so-so. Understandable, given the whole situation an' shit.

[electricflock]

[pokes one of the fake fruit]

Will be bringing some more that we have at Daffodil. Have spun Coco's wheel for rations?

[doggonemad]

Lyra-chan usually handles that. Dunno how long it's been, but I can have her do a spin.

Honestly, with what I saw? Anythin' is gonna be better than what they got right now.

[secondbornsun]

[ peeks into the crate from behind him, wordlessly ]

[electricflock]

[looks up and chirps at him]

Heard about this?

[soulsurvivore]

[ makes eye contact with him. ]

[doggonemad]

[ bruh. ]

[soulsurvivore]

[ puts one (1) single avocado into a crate.
























and then leaves. ]

[doggonemad]

[ bruh. ]

[finalbows]

Rose's portion is currently safely ensconced in our well-defended palace of woe.

[doggonemad]

Heh! Azdaja's goin', ain't she? That's a good place fer it. I figure this shit'd either end up over at Lily or Rose when all's said an' done.

My preference is Rose 'cause someone'd hafta be real goddamn stupid ta mess with y'all.

[finalbows]

Make my day if they did. I still have all those traps I laid out for Edgelord... maybe I'll go re-arm them to be a liiiittle toothier just for fun...

[wooliefrand]

[Daisy pops up!

hooves on hips]



When do you plan on making this delivery?

[doggonemad]

[ QUEEN.

taps his chin. ]

Thaaaat's up ta the group goin' to the city ta talk ta him. I can't be part o' that 'cause Clover kinda sorta did what we do best last time we were there. [ tips his head to the side. ] But I can make a case fer more time if need be. What's up, Miss Daisy?

[wooliefrand]

Well, if I want to donate milk, it'll spoil if not delivered soon, won't it?

[tilts her head]

And I'm sorry, are you saying you got banned from wolf territory?

[featherduster]

You already know Bluebell's in.

I can handle the literal heavy lifting, too. Unless you wanna rip your shirt off and flex. [ Again ]

[doggonemad]

[ he is wearing his snakeskin jacket and no shirt, so like.

just raises an eyebrow at him. ]

Why, ya want me to?

[ and then a grin. ]

M'guessin' ya heard what Miss Daisy had ta say.