[Ford has stayed away from the festival proper; he's had enough of cults thank you very much. Not that any of the ones in this world seem all that malevolent, but it's still not quite his scene. Farming also isn't really his scene but this would not be the first time he's taken on some odd jobs in unfamiliar worlds to make ends meet. It beats paying for the majority of his groceries with blowjobs, which is what he's done since he arrived for lack of any other real option. This is a nice change of pace.
Despite his age he takes care of himself very well, so some physical labor is a cakewalk when he's trained himself to fight aliens. For once he isn't wearing a concealing sweater or coat, though the sleeveless black shirt he has on does still have a high collar. Gotta hide that tattoo. Visible on his arms are slash marks, bite marks, and even the occasional pockmark of an old bullet wound. And sweat, of course, and dirt. Vegetables, you know.]
Indeed. Autumn is perhaps my favorite of the seasons. Very brisk.
[When she holds up the flask he laughs and raises his own.]
this can only go well
Despite his age he takes care of himself very well, so some physical labor is a cakewalk when he's trained himself to fight aliens. For once he isn't wearing a concealing sweater or coat, though the sleeveless black shirt he has on does still have a high collar.
Gotta hide that tattoo. Visible on his arms are slash marks, bite marks, and even the occasional pockmark of an old bullet wound. And sweat, of course, and dirt. Vegetables, you know.]Indeed. Autumn is perhaps my favorite of the seasons. Very brisk.
[When she holds up the flask he laughs and raises his own.]
No need, but thank you.