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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-07 08:24 pm
booklegging) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-07 08:24 pm
002 ♙ open
WHO: Jess Brightwell.
WHERE: The inn.
WHEN: Sept. 7th.
OPEN TO: Anyone!
WARNINGS: Doomsday prepping because rude, mother nature.
STATUS: Open.
Jess wasn't normally one to spend time idling around when he had a canyon to comb through, but the growing ferocity of the earthquakes had shifted his priorities in an abrupt. Getting caught in the forest during yesterday's quake and nearly pitching forward into some brambles on account of the buckling earth had made it abundantly clear these things were getting worse--and the next one could do actual damage.
To think he'd brushed off last week's as an overactive imagination. Hindsight was 20/20.
He really didn't care to find out how bad their living situation would get if the buildings caved in on their already meager stores, and to that end Jess was determinedly preparing the inn in case of the worst case scenario. Being a pessimist had its advantages.
Jess spent the better part of the morning lugging around water and filling up whatever would hold it, then moved on to the unoccupied rooms in the inn, going through each one and making it less of a potential deathtrap taking down mirrors and moving heavy or breakable objects off shelves. His own room had already gotten a makeover: he'd pushed his bed far from the window, moving the rest of the furniture out of the way so he wouldn't be likely to get crushed by a shelf in the middle of the night.
Better. Not great, but better.
WHERE: The inn.
WHEN: Sept. 7th.
OPEN TO: Anyone!
WARNINGS: Doomsday prepping because rude, mother nature.
STATUS: Open.
Jess wasn't normally one to spend time idling around when he had a canyon to comb through, but the growing ferocity of the earthquakes had shifted his priorities in an abrupt. Getting caught in the forest during yesterday's quake and nearly pitching forward into some brambles on account of the buckling earth had made it abundantly clear these things were getting worse--and the next one could do actual damage.
To think he'd brushed off last week's as an overactive imagination. Hindsight was 20/20.
He really didn't care to find out how bad their living situation would get if the buildings caved in on their already meager stores, and to that end Jess was determinedly preparing the inn in case of the worst case scenario. Being a pessimist had its advantages.
Jess spent the better part of the morning lugging around water and filling up whatever would hold it, then moved on to the unoccupied rooms in the inn, going through each one and making it less of a potential deathtrap taking down mirrors and moving heavy or breakable objects off shelves. His own room had already gotten a makeover: he'd pushed his bed far from the window, moving the rest of the furniture out of the way so he wouldn't be likely to get crushed by a shelf in the middle of the night.
Better. Not great, but better.
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"Fixing a leak? Sure, that I can do," he said, chuckling faintly, swinging the waterskin again so that the water sloshes. Didn't take a mechanic like Raven to patch a seam. "But if I had to make one of these from scratch I might be on your doorstep asking for tips. I was in training for the army before I wound up here. Basic bush training is a requirement, but I'd never so much as been hunting before I got here. Not even camping in the woods for fun. Put me in the city and I can find you the best price for a loaf of bread, but out here, surrounded by all this nature and quiet..."
It was about as far as you could get from the boom and hiss of steam engines, of crowds and the commotion of morning traffic. Made Jess wish his father had been the outdoorsy type. The only way Jess could picture Callum Brightwell holding an axe in one of his silk waistcoats was if the man was intending to put it in someone's neck.