Who: Karl & Open Where: The roof When: Morning Dec 28th Warnings: Not likely
Karl had decided that he liked this place, and he liked these people, even if it wasn't Whitechapel and it wasn't the rest of his family and their flock. The garden wasn't as good as his back home either, but he was working on that. In fact, he was taking advantage of a break between storms to do some re-potting, he was talking quietly to the plants as he did so, the same as he always did. The ones here were still getting used to him, they didn't know him as well as the ones back home did, but that was something else he was working on. He had his tinfoil on under his hat, mostly just out of habit, and so that he wouldn't accidentally shout at anyone.
Aside from his shanty, which was the first thing he'd put together, he was also working on a greenhouse at the far side of the roof, using scrap wood mostly, and that was really only because it was what he was used to, he had a couple rolls of plastic sheeting set aside to stretch over the framework once it was finished, not in too much of a hurry, since they wouldn't need it until spring anyway, so he had a couple months to get it together. He had a streak of dirt across one cheek where he'd scratched at an itch after stirring the dirt around in a pot, and he either didn't notice or didn't care. His goggles were hanging around his neck, it wasn't bright enough out to need them right at the moment.