[All of this seemed simple enough from the outset. They were to play roles given to them, work in units that would simulate small families, and they would maintain order through their obedience to the established structure of this civilization. Rather clear cut instructions, which is what Barnabas prefers, even if he denies having something so condemning as a preference.

A lot of it is as alien as it is intriguing to Barnabas, many of its modernism strange to him, yet not so absurd that he cannot grasp it well enough to play his bit part in the grand scheme of it all. That they use machines instead of chocobos for transportation is...an adjustment, but not one he finds terribly necessary to achieve his goal. Thus when Cid took an interest in dismantling theirs for the sake of his insatiable curiosity, Barnabas remained silent, voicing no objection.

Through the trial of dealing with Cidolfus, he figured out the lawn mower, and is now doing his part in maintaining his lawn. However, as he finishes—leaving the lawn with perfectly precise striping, truly the stuff of lawncare magazines everywhere that might make yard enthusiasts everywhere in envy—he takes notice of his neighborhoods' lawns. Of those who care a little less of maintaining the aesthetics that are so clearly intrinsic to the village's identity.

That is to say, the responsibility that falls to them in order to succeed in their mission. Barnabas weighs the options in his mind, of leaving the others to their sloppily maintained yards which are made all the more apparent in comparison to his own, however the alternative is taking it upon himself to do things right. After all, if their success is to be weighed as a whole and not as individuals, then his failure to act when he could would be reflective upon him—upon his world, would it not? Would such indolence be forgiven if he gave less than what is required, simply because the task was not his?

The end result is nothing short of Barnabas taking his lawnmower, as well as other lawn equipment, and handling people's lawns for himself. The distinct sound of the lawnmower outside is certainly him, and should someone come to see what the hell is going on, they will be greeted with Barnabas, stoic as ever, mowing their lawn. Dressed in black overalls, a white t-shirt (which, like his brow, bears the sweaty evidence of his hard work, it is summer after all), work boots, and gloves.

He does not seem keen to stop what he's doing just because someone noticed him. Whether from the sidewalk or from the house, he appears to be singularly focused on his task and his task alone. Or he is just merely choosing to ignore anyone trying to interrupt him.

Where is this man's keeper..?]

[Throughout the week Barnabas can be found around town.

Though he is not one to stay overlong in places like the clothing or grocery store, he can be found there all the same. Whether or not one thinks its wise to approach the otherwise sullen man when he clearly wants to get what he needs and get out, well, that's up to them! But hey, he is the head of the PTA, and maybe there's something they want to discuss with him—or maybe they catch him being held up by one of the residents who has been here far longer than the Etrayans have, voicing their concerns about the past head of the PTA, and what they think might be better for the children! How the last Head did not listen to their utterly legitimate and assuredly well researched ideas, and—! With the way he stares at them with darkened eyes, visibly wilting in the face of their continual rambling, one might feel the siren song of sympathy to come help free him.

Or not, maybe someone just wants to make his day worse!

When he isn't being accosted at the store, Barnabas can also be found sometimes at the local park. It could be early in the morning when he's set about jogging right as curfew has lifted, dressed for the task though his top is black, his shorts a royal blue, while both enjoy a yellow trim. He doesn't seem too interested in chatter, but he will not refuse someone joining him for his morning jog, either. Does that mean he enjoys the company? Hard to know, with him.

However, later in the day after work he also sometimes visits the park, silently siting upon a bench keeping to himself while others interact, play games, and socialize. He seems keen to simply watch in his solitude and silence. Perhaps he would like some company (he wouldn't), or maybe he's stirring up concern if one notices his gaze is lingering on someone for what seems like an uncomfortably long time (probably valid). Honestly, it might be best to just let him be (but where's the fun in that?).

Should a stray ball, frisbee, or whatever other park-game related object happen to come his way, he will catch it before disaster strikes. Though perhaps the real disaster is the fact someone now has to retrieve it from him, and he doesn't look all too friendly. Don't worry, that's just his face! Well, he also isn't friendly, but the point is even if he was, he'd probably still look just as surly and unwelcoming! So, good luck?

Barnabas can also sometimes be found around his neighborhood, and not only when he's trying to maintain the uniformity of the lawns. Perhaps you catch him when he's picking up the newspaper in the morning before his jog, or when he's coming home from work before tucking himself away inside. He can also be found standing outside his house as curfew approaches, keeping a keen eye on others, as if watching to make sure they have likewise returned to their abodes in time.

After all, this is a group effort, isn't it? It would be rather recalcitrant of him if he did not do his part in making certain they were all abiding by the mission.]

[Wanna throw a prompt at me? Feel free! I will be posting for the BBQ competition and the PTA agenda meetings separate from this for the sake of organization and the spirit of a mingle for either thing, so worry not! You will have the chance to have fantasy Scandinavian BBQ as well as the chance to make Barnabas' life even more miserable with his job!]