017- [action] And things are quiet once again....

[springtime4me]

[This week in mayfield had been especially rough on everyone. Hitler was no exception. Since the only other person in his house was a robot, he'd decided it was safer to drink the milk himself. So he went down every morning, snagged a bottle, and hid in his room. Every day. And every day, he'd gotten the poison. So he'd been dead for most of the week.


But he's trying not to think about that. Today, he just wants to relax a little. Which is why he's in the park  with his sewing supplies. He appears to be making tiny, stuffed sheep. And he's tying different colored ribbon around thier necks. With different little charms on them. They're pretty cute, actually. And he's just putting the finishing touches on one right now.]


There. All done.



I wonder who I should give this one to...?

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[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

And what the hell are you making?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

These are Almighty Dollies.

[He holds one up. It's very fluffy.]

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

...It's a sheep.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

Right! They bring good luck.

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

Since when does a damn sheep bring good luck?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Walking over.]

Mind if I sit here?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[He slides himself and his sewing basket over to make room for her.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[She'll sit down next to him.]

How did your week go?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[He sighs.]

It.... could have gone better. I suppose it went about the same as everyone else's though.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[Well, as chaos tends to partly live in the park, he'll notice you; drone males don't tend to sew. Coming just a bit closer, he'll glance at the item being formed, and smile.]

You seem to have a knack for sewing, if you don't mind a complete stranger complimenting you on it.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

Oh, umm.... Thank you.

[He's not used to complements.]

It's really just a hobby.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Hobbies are a good thing to have. [chaos is used to giving compliments, so he just smiles]

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

It helps to take my mind off of.... things.

[Things like milk...]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Is it possible for a giant robot to sneak around? Probably not, but he tries, all the same, until he can lean over Hitler's shoulder to peer at the creation.]

There you are.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[Hitler does hear the giant robot approaching, but waits until he says something to respond.]

Mr. Sideswipe, how are you? I didn't really get a chance to talk to you this week.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Worried I didn't see you this week. That's what.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

Oh.... umm....


Well, I wasn't sure if you could drink the milk, so I..... I thought I'd better do it.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[ After the rough week with the milk, Firo's taking the day off work to relax in the park. He spots Hitler sewing and strolls over. ]

What're you doin'?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, and holds one up.]

I'm making these. They're called 'Almighty Dollies.' It's kind of like a good luck charm back where I come from.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

'Almighty dollies?'

[ He leans in closer to take a look at it, laughing a bit at the name. ]

What is it, a sheep or somethin'?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

That's right.

I'm making them because, after this week, I feel like people could use a little luck.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa pauses as she walks by, a bamboo broom over her shoulder, and looks over the bench from behind.]

Those are adorable.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, clearly pleased.]

Thank you. Would you like one?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I'd love one! I'm Marisa.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

My name is Adolf. It's nice to meet you.

[Normally, he'd use his full name so as not to be misleading. But this has been a trying week, and he really doesn't want to deal with he lengthy explanations this time. Besides, she only gave her first name, so it's probably okay.]

What's your favorite color?

[He begins looking through a bunch of different colored ribbons in his sewing basket.]