[It honestly really does feel like Tim just did this, likely because he did just do this. He spent the past few weeks patching up the place, helping the Roaka with repairs, and then another earthquake rolls around and renders most of the work he did moot.]
[Maybe they should think of settling some place a little more stable, he catches himself thinking grumpily. It's not as if Cahypdo seems to be terribly stable by nature, and these people probably aren't sailors. There's a reason they chose to settle here, probably - he just doesn't know what it is yet.]
[In the meantime, he spends most of his time trying to help with sifting the rubble away to get at anyone who might be trapped in the buildings, or just generally trying to move the debris somewhere it won't keep the houses crushed to kindling.]
[You might catch him muttering under his breath as he goes:]
Goddamnit. Again. Again. Would it kill them to invest in some earthquake-proofing?
ii. ensō ; denny do we got the EGGS
[Sooner or later, almost everyone hears about Denny.]
[After the initial rush of new arrivals, Tim settles down to keep the place running smoothly. There's not much in the way of food aside from what you'd consider typical for a reworked, repaired, former mess hall: cooked meat, eggs, coconut cookies, milk of a bluish but ultimately edible quality...and liquor.]
[Blackberry whiskey, to be exact.]
[Tim can and will bartend to ensure that you don't drink yourself into an absolute stupor. He doesn't drink himself - can't - so that's not a risk for him, see.]
[He doesn't have a bouncer, but he is pals with a very persuasive spider lady who makes most of the food. So don't, like, make too much trouble.]
iii. wildcard
[hmu over at arrpee or zero#8942 on discord if you wanna do any plottin or plannin. i will match prose or brackets so do what ur gay little heart desires.]
tim wright | ota
[Maybe they should think of settling some place a little more stable, he catches himself thinking grumpily. It's not as if Cahypdo seems to be terribly stable by nature, and these people probably aren't sailors. There's a reason they chose to settle here, probably - he just doesn't know what it is yet.]
[In the meantime, he spends most of his time trying to help with sifting the rubble away to get at anyone who might be trapped in the buildings, or just generally trying to move the debris somewhere it won't keep the houses crushed to kindling.]
[You might catch him muttering under his breath as he goes:]
Goddamnit. Again. Again. Would it kill them to invest in some earthquake-proofing?
[Sooner or later, almost everyone hears about Denny.]
[After the initial rush of new arrivals, Tim settles down to keep the place running smoothly. There's not much in the way of food aside from what you'd consider typical for a reworked, repaired, former mess hall: cooked meat, eggs, coconut cookies, milk of a bluish but ultimately edible quality...and liquor.]
[Blackberry whiskey, to be exact.]
[Tim can and will bartend to ensure that you don't drink yourself into an absolute stupor. He doesn't drink himself - can't - so that's not a risk for him, see.]
[He doesn't have a bouncer, but he is pals with a very persuasive spider lady who makes most of the food. So don't, like, make too much trouble.]
[hmu over at