HEY-OH — WEEKLY TASKS [ 5 - 11 ]

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]With the snowstorm still raging on outside, Benjamin takes this time to go ahead and hand out the weekly tasks he'd promised. So, even though he's just dismissed the meeting a few minutes ago, he stays in his place, rocking back and forth on his heels before making one last announcement, his voice raising over the clamor. "Come get weekly tasks up here, if you'd like one," he calls surprisingly loudly to the scattering crowd, and for a moment he stretches an arm over his head after that, arching his back with a brief yawn to try and seem... Casual, or something. He's got no tasks in mind, and he knows he's just got to think on his feet or something. It shouldn't be that hard—everyone else is able to do this, so surely he should be able to do the same... Except Benjamin can tell there is definitely already a nervous feeling fluttering in his chest, and his heartbeat is choosing to go crazy as per usual when he's nervous. One of his legs is also shaking just barely, of anyone is paying attention to his body language, but of course he's at least trying to play things cool. You have to give him credit for trying. Flopping his arm back down, the blind teenager then slips his sunglasses down to cover his eyes, and he leans on the railing in front of him again, toying with his cane to try and avoid running his fingers over the braille. He's such a bad leader, and honestly it shows. He's surprised that no one has called him out on his stutter or his nervous body language or any of that shit. It's pretty embarrassing. He shakes his head, though—he has to focus on thinking about tasks to give out, not degrade himself. So, in silence, he does just that, waiting for a fellow Lodger to approach.

[ this takes place just after the meeting lmao sorry I'm late ]

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer had begun forcing herself to socialize for Gilbert's sake, taking part in the Lodge. She was begrudgingly accepting the fact she was likely going to be... A permanent member here. So she might as well help out. She had been getting ready to leave, but Benjamin's call grabbed her attention as she neared back again and quickly put in. "I'll take one." Greer would speak up, ready to do whatever was necessary. "And - and if ye could, one for Gilbert? I'll tell him ta do it if ye tell me what." She knew Gilbert wouldn't want to, but, well - he couldn't hide forever, and she wasn't sure if letting him pout in a room was the best idea.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[dannychan]

track till morning

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]As someone approaches, Benjamin finds himself being comforted in the fact that it's Greer. Greer is one of the only people he really feels like he knows at least a little better than the rest of his groupmates, and so her appearance is welcome, and Benjamin's shoulders relax jut slightly. Okay, so a task for Greer and Gilbert, huh? Greer is a hard worker and he knows she'll do anything he says, probably, but Gilbert just had a rough time and probably needs something on the more calm side. So, with a hum in his throat, the sightless teenager nods slightly. "Could you shovel some of the snow out of the way of the doors as soon as this snowstorm stops? It's going to be hard for us to get out," he says quietly, and then with a shift on his heels, he continues, this time for Gilbert. "Gilbert can, uh... Do you think he'd be okay with watering the plants once the snow calms down? If not, I'll give you another one. I just don't know how he's doing." After that, he blinks, the tapping sound of a stick alerting him to another person approaching. He recognizes his voice, but he can't remember his name for the life of him. He tries not to let that show on his face, though, and instead only offers him a small, polite smile. It's tired in its appearance—he's tired. He's always been tired. "It'd be nice if you could go through the inventory and gather some supplies together for trading. Just gather up anything that has more than the entire group needs. That would be really helpful."

[oof late again sorry i sUCK also pardon the shitty reply ]

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer gave a nod of her head. Shoveling snow? "Easy peasy." The girl replied simply, with a friendly nod of her head before observing Gilbert's task. It was hard to say exactly if he'd like that, but the boy always had a bit of a love for nature, so she was sure it'd work fine. "Yah, that'll do. Thank ye " The girl mustered quietly, shuffling her hands into her pockets before slowly slinking away to notify Gilbert of his task.

[stfu urs is fine ily]
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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emmor moved over, licking his lips. "i'll take one." he said quietly.

/oof this is short and bad i'm so sorry