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sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-08-26 08:29 pm
The Destruction of Bungalow #44.
WHO: Thorfinn/Jo, then OTA.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
Closed to Kol
Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
WHERE: House 44; The Waverly.
WHEN: Predated to the 29th Storm Surge Event with Mod Permission.
OPEN TO: Jo, Kol + Threads open to those that want to help Thorfinn and Jo at their house.
WARNINGS: A lot of cursing. Will update otherwise.
STATUS: OPEN!
Days had passed since the meeting in the inn. The meeting Thorfinn stormed out of because of a headache. He had never been a social butterfly, but the language barrier was making things harder for him to want to be more social. He was both lonely and pushing the world away. The way he did in his teens to keep the horde away from him. The issue was, he was understanding a lot better than most would a man with as little known English as he had two months ago. He just had major issues with so many talking against one another so fast. It had left him annoyed and feeling isolated. Old feelings from long ago.
Since that day he had been spending most of his time in his routine. Hunt for dinner, look for herbs and collect mushrooms and timber. He keeps busy to not focus on his issues. The nightmares getting more vivid everyday. This had happened before, it was nothing new. When he started to feel the weight of life, sometimes his dead would appear in his vision in his waking hours. Reminders that he deserves whatever pain he was in. His pain would never equal to the pain he had brought upon others.
These were the thoughts littering his mind as he made his way down early afternoon. He no longer really knew how long he had been in the village. Time never really held meaning to one who didn't care about time beyond the holidays, and the approaching cold.
He made his way through the fountain park the way he usually does, cutting past the inn. A nod given to those he passed now and then. He tried to be friendly even when he didn't feel it. He had not slept well, he never sleeps well but the night before had been pretty bad. Bad enough that he felt bad for Jo having to deal with him some nights. He was tired and pondering laying down on the bench, that Jo called a couch, and trying to sleep a little even though he rarely considered sleep in the day, it was shameful to be a layabout. It was while pondering this that he started into the yard, at first not noticing a sloshing feel under his feet like it had rained. AS he neared the door only then did he notice the stream of water rolling from under the door.
"ó fjandinn!"
His eyes widened as he hurried to the door the timber abandoned to the front yard as he pushed the door open and more water rolled out soaking the boots he had on. "ríða, ríða, ríða!"
Their house, by the gods, there was water everywhere. All he could think of was how the lady next door had asked him if flooding had happened in their home. Water belongs in the river and now their home was a river.
He left the door hanging open and turned running as fast as his legs would take him, it had been a long while since he really utilized his speed. His brawl with Snake had been his last true burst of speed. Now he was running down the streets of this strange new land for the inn. Jo was usually there, if not Jo, maybe Kate would know. He came through the door fast sliding to a stop. "Jo!" he called out, the shock and concern all over his house. "House! The house is a river!" He forgot the word that their kind neighbor Peggy had used. He did not recall flood in English.
Closed to Kol
Awhile later Thorfinn was hauling things out of the saturated house. Mostly their personal effects. His carvings and soaked clothes. He was grumbling under his breath in Norse the whole while. The anger and stress showed in his shoulders and grit teeth. He wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure at the situation.
He couldn't help but think of their neighbor and her wet rugs. That would have been much better than their home turning into a river while they were both out to stop it from happening. Not that he understood it much anyway. Still every now and then he would stop and look at Jo. Jo understood more of what this meant than he did. Just was the one who kept him from slipping over to the darker side that hide in the shadows. A side of himself he though was buried, but clearly wasn't. Standing in the middle of their soaked yard he shook his head after a second.
"We will be good." He muttered walking past her to go back inside to gather more things to bring out to the streets. He didn't know what the plan was after that.
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"River through house." He tried to explain in his broken English. "Something broken." He doesn't even pretend to understand the plumbing.
"Jo!" He called up. "Ready!" His idea was simple in context, he turned back to look at Kate. "Things come down onto here. Anything." The last word was more for her to grab whatever she wanted to help with. He moved back to start back up the saturated steps. "Careful, bad leg." He pointed to her, still worried about her injury.
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Jo was still upstairs, trying to push everything into her bag that she could still find.
Anything that had touched the floor was soaked, when it wasn't both soaked and already in the hallway, or down the stairs and into another room already. How many hours? How long had this been happening? It'd been dry and silent when she went to the Inn in the earlier hours of morning. She hadn't even looked back. Everything she could find on the bed, on the sink, on tabletops dry and soaked alike was shoved into her bag.
She shoved harder and faster at the shout of her name and though she wanted to run out, her shoulder was already aching from her earlier stupidity of going too fast. And this was even more precarious. The floor was too soft in so many places. Sending her stumbling, and half jump, half dancing from the spots it seemed to turn toward putty under her feet. The last things she wanted to do was go tumbling straight through the floor and the ceiling.
Especially when she could barely heal at all now.
Even if it was better her than Thorfinn. The same height, but smaller. Lighter.
Jo made it to the railing, and shouted, "Incoming!" Before heaving the bag toward Thorfinn, who'd been joined by Kate.
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She doesn't know flooding like this, but she knows rotten wood. Damp wood. Creeks flood, makeshift bridges snap, and she glances up at the ceiling.
Water, she knows from years of hauling it, is heavy. Water-logged furniture, linens, all of that is far, far heavier still. She's the lightest of the three of them - smaller even than Jo, with a body still softer than the farmhand's stringy-toughness she'd once had, but if Miss Jo's already upstairs, already gathering things and throwing them down, then Kate doesn't want to add to the damage.
As Thorfinn's just pointed out, she's got a bad limb. She's not as nimble as she is normally.
"- I'll start in the kitchen," Kate says. Bursts out, really, and turns to march in that direction. "Get your supplies out!"
Whatever they may have, because both can hunt and gather.
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When Jo tossed the bag he shifted to catch it. "Got it!" He called back turning to carry it out. He didn't answer Kate since he wasn't sure what to reply with but he was carrying all he could grab along the way so he could pile it in the street away from the water.
The kitchen had quite a bit, Thorfinn and Jo both gather and work on their projects. Some of the soap sitting on the back porch was already ruined. Left to dry through the day, ruined by a flood.