time for pickin'

[mikandelinquent]

Who: mikangirl, mikandelinquent, the strawhats, and any and all volunteers!!
What: Gonna save us from fothermuckin' fruit from trees. You feel me?
When: The 16th to the 17th!
Where: The mikan grove!
Summary: The snow coming in is doing a bang-up job on our fruits. Cocoyashi ladies don't much appreciate that-come help them, because they are way over their heads at the moment.

Comments

Either day!

[mikandelinquent]

[You can find Bellemere aaaany time, rushing through with her own baskets; even without any special powers, she was a pro, fast and efficient and careful. She'll be throwing around directions for people to cover, things for people to do: we have some baskets that need carting out. Snow that needs stopping. Trees that need to be picked clean of anything good. She gives examples of what are salvageable and what should be dumped.

Even if everything's free here, she'll never underplay the value of a fruit.

Hell, she lived off mostly them for a long time, after all.]

[mikandelinquent]

.....

[Eyebrow up. :|a

Even moooore interesting.]

Daisy?

[mikandelinquent]

I see! No need to apologize; it's a pretty interesting piece of equipment. Though... how the heck do you get that big thing on, anyway? Looks pretty tricky.

[mikandelinquent]

I imagine they must be; you're talking about the missions the malnosso are starting to dish out, right?

[mikandelinquent]

Oh, I might just do that. After all, it doesn't hurt to have something like points, if we're ever in a pinch. Besides, I have a lot of time to kill around here.

[mikandelinquent]

That's right. Besides, I'm more content with missions than with drafts. They sound like a real hassle for people.

[mikandelinquent]

... A loophole, huh?

Maybe so. They could be a decent way to avoid the draft. But I wonder if it's really that easy...

[mikandelinquent]

Oh, you don't even need to ask; take as many as you want, soldier. We have too many to even count!

[mikandelinquent]

Aaah, unfortunately not. Mikans are very fickle things; they want the weather to be just right, or they'll refuse to listen.