[Unlike...most everyone else, really, the Balladeer's mood seems to have picked up a lot since the start of the week. It's good to have friends to talk to, he guesses. Even if he wasn't all that important in his own show - even if he was sort of disposable at the end of the day - he's here now. People think of him as one of their own, in a way that no one ever really has before. So who cares what could've happened, really? He should just focus on doing the best he can right now.
The motive is concerning, but he doesn't feel it too keenly himself; there's nothing he can think of that could possibly be worth killing over, so not acting doesn't feel much like he's losing anything. As such, it seems like he should be filling in to take care of the others, right?
In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen making pancakes. This is not the first time he's attempted this, but he actually seems to be meeting with a reasonable amount of success this time! Hardly any are burnt!]
You want any?
[In the afternoon, he does attend husbandry club. Most of that time is spent rubbing a donkey nose with each hand and attempting to feed them some of the chicken feed. He also spends a while sitting on the ground trying to hold baby chicks, because gosh that looks awfully cute!]
Lots of animals at these things. Not that I'm complaining, I like animals.
[When that's done, he'll be sitting out in the garden again. The memorial benches seem to have struck him a little oddly, especially with how some people have been leaving tributes there, so he just goes back to sitting under the tree instead. He doesn't have any ideas for stuff to leave at the benches himself. There's only one way he's ever been able to memorialize the dead. So he'll be there, strumming idly on his guitar, until it starts to get dark.]
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The motive is concerning, but he doesn't feel it too keenly himself; there's nothing he can think of that could possibly be worth killing over, so not acting doesn't feel much like he's losing anything. As such, it seems like he should be filling in to take care of the others, right?
In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen making pancakes. This is not the first time he's attempted this, but he actually seems to be meeting with a reasonable amount of success this time! Hardly any are burnt!]
You want any?
[In the afternoon, he does attend husbandry club. Most of that time is spent rubbing a donkey nose with each hand and attempting to feed them some of the chicken feed. He also spends a while sitting on the ground trying to hold baby chicks, because gosh that looks awfully cute!]
Lots of animals at these things. Not that I'm complaining, I like animals.
[When that's done, he'll be sitting out in the garden again. The memorial benches seem to have struck him a little oddly, especially with how some people have been leaving tributes there, so he just goes back to sitting under the tree instead. He doesn't have any ideas for stuff to leave at the benches himself. There's only one way he's ever been able to memorialize the dead. So he'll be there, strumming idly on his guitar, until it starts to get dark.]