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redshiftlogs2020-08-22 11:06 am
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ψ green was the color of the grass | OPEN
Who: Finnick Odair + YOU
What: Obstacle course and fish farming
When: August
Where: The park and around the agricultural level
Warnings:
cold was the steel of my axe to grind; park, physicals time
Finnick has kept a comparatively low profile since he came to this place. Yes, the visitors on the strange ship had feted him and Annie and he'd played up to their attention, writing ridiculous poems for them and playing the crowds like he would in the Capitol. But on a daily basis, the Odairs have been living a quiet life, unrecognizable after the fame they'd known in Panem.
Finnick's still not used to people not knowing exactly who he is and all the details of his life.
He also hasn't been really showing off as much as he would have in some similar situations in Panem.
But when he's faced with an obstacle course with an option for a combat run, he tells the bots immediately to sign him up.
He'll run against anyone who's game, and when he doesn't have competitors, he runs against the bots. This is familiar. This is fun.
gold was the color of the leaves; agruicultural level & park
When he was a child, if anybody had told Finnick that one day he'd be perfectly happy doing nothing more with his day than hard work at a fish farm, he wouldn't have believed them. As a child, he'd been ambitious. He'd known that his charm and his looks could help him be more than just a fisherman, just a fisherman's son. So he'd trained as a Career and he'd missed those last few years of school because victors don't have to go to school, and he'd known that he'd never actually be a fisherman as a way of life. He could use it to help out fishing crews occasionally, or skindive for food in the arena or to teach his allies how to find and cook shellfish. But it wasn't his life.
Since he came to Anchor, though, it has been. Cho and Annie had worked hard to take the lab on the agricultural level from abandoned to actually able to create the start of a broodstock. They've been doing the scientific work, and Finnick provides much of the labor. He feeds the fish in the hatchery and in the ponds, he hauls supplies, he moves the fish between the hatchery and the ponds, and sometimes, he moves fingerlings down into the park to release into the lake.
Which is why, today, there's a man dressed in grey military fatigues carrying buckets through the bottom level of the city, making his way towards the park.
Finnick sets the buckets down and kneels on a rock by the edge of the lake.
"You ready?" he asks the fish.
What: Obstacle course and fish farming
When: August
Where: The park and around the agricultural level
Warnings:
cold was the steel of my axe to grind; park, physicals time
Finnick has kept a comparatively low profile since he came to this place. Yes, the visitors on the strange ship had feted him and Annie and he'd played up to their attention, writing ridiculous poems for them and playing the crowds like he would in the Capitol. But on a daily basis, the Odairs have been living a quiet life, unrecognizable after the fame they'd known in Panem.
Finnick's still not used to people not knowing exactly who he is and all the details of his life.
He also hasn't been really showing off as much as he would have in some similar situations in Panem.
But when he's faced with an obstacle course with an option for a combat run, he tells the bots immediately to sign him up.
He'll run against anyone who's game, and when he doesn't have competitors, he runs against the bots. This is familiar. This is fun.
gold was the color of the leaves; agruicultural level & park
When he was a child, if anybody had told Finnick that one day he'd be perfectly happy doing nothing more with his day than hard work at a fish farm, he wouldn't have believed them. As a child, he'd been ambitious. He'd known that his charm and his looks could help him be more than just a fisherman, just a fisherman's son. So he'd trained as a Career and he'd missed those last few years of school because victors don't have to go to school, and he'd known that he'd never actually be a fisherman as a way of life. He could use it to help out fishing crews occasionally, or skindive for food in the arena or to teach his allies how to find and cook shellfish. But it wasn't his life.
Since he came to Anchor, though, it has been. Cho and Annie had worked hard to take the lab on the agricultural level from abandoned to actually able to create the start of a broodstock. They've been doing the scientific work, and Finnick provides much of the labor. He feeds the fish in the hatchery and in the ponds, he hauls supplies, he moves the fish between the hatchery and the ponds, and sometimes, he moves fingerlings down into the park to release into the lake.
Which is why, today, there's a man dressed in grey military fatigues carrying buckets through the bottom level of the city, making his way towards the park.
Finnick sets the buckets down and kneels on a rock by the edge of the lake.
"You ready?" he asks the fish.
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However; the fishery was foreign to him, he'd never really gone there, though he'd seen the big holding tanks at a distance.
He's heading out to go upstairs when he spots Finnick, in military uniform with a bucket, right on the edge of the lake. "What do you have there?"
Pratt sounds haggard as usual, but also curious. Maybe the man caught some strange new alien species and is releasing it for all he knows.
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But he's a little less aware of his surroundings than he usually is, focused as he is on the precious cargo he's carrying. He only looks around once he's sure he has the bucket settled steadily at the water's edge.
"Fingerlings."
It takes a moment to remember that not everybody is as versed in fishing as he is, as a child of District Four. "Juvenile fish."
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"Oh, from the fishery? I didn't realize they were all growed up and ready to go free." He heads closer to watch, he'd seen ponds stocked for fishing before, but this seemed different. The ones up at the fishery were definitely for eating, releasing them in the park seemed to indicate they were getting set free to live their lives in the park pond.
"We haven't met, I'm Pratt."
no subject
Things had gotten out of balance while Anchor was unoccupied, thrown out kind of like the forests on the agricultural level stalked by mutated things that once used to be recognizable animals. The pond hadn't been full of mutts, but the populations hadn't been stable. He and Annie (and Cho when she'd been here) had been working on restoring the balance, with the aim of a healthily self-sustaining ecosystem that could support some small-scale or recreational fishing in addition to the food stocks in the fishery.
"Finnick Odair. I've seen you around the farming area, yeah?"
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He nods in response, tucking his hands into his pockets and watching the fish swim to freedom. "Yeah, I'm managing that herd of deer up there in the hopes we can maybe start using them for meat or hide. But not this first generation, gotta breed the irradiation out of them."
Momentarily he looks away, remembering that Kieran wasn't around to see how far the tiny farm had come. He would have enjoyed that.