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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-28 10:20 pm
unmakeme) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-11-28 10:20 pm
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[OTA] i was going to make an ice man cometh joke, but even i know that one's a stretch
WHO: Natasha Romanoff
WHERE: mostly the roofs of abandoned houses, or any house that's got a lot of snow and ice on it
WHEN: after the ice storm, from the 20th on
OPEN TO: anyone
WARNINGS: Very unsafe home maintenance conditions? Don't climb on an icy roof without any gear. It's dumb.
It's been a rough few days, but the freaky weather is no longer a surprise to her. Just because so many of the houses are currently empty doesn't mean they will stay that way. A house with a caved in roof is pretty useless. Not to mention, with the random freaky weather, there's no way of knowing when it might take another abrupt turn. There's no way of knowing much for certain here. So, there are roofs with ice, and ice boxes without it. The solution is a pretty obvious one. Natasha also happens to be be fairly confident that she can go monkeying around on an icy roof without cracking her head open.
So that's what she's doing, on abandoned buildings (and even occupied buildings if they look like they can't take the weight bearing down on them) with a small hatchet and a bucket. Removing one obstacle and, hopefully, turning it into something useful. Though it's slow going, and there's just as much of a chance that the cold weather will continue and this will be half useless folly. She hasn't been asking people if she can go climbing on their houses. She's surprisingly quiet, and there's no reason to drag someone to their door and force them to let out their precious heat if she doesn't have to. Still, no one can completely control how loudly ice cracks, and quiet is not the same as silent, especially when one is bundled up against the cold. Santa Claus would be a much nicer surprise, but it's just Natasha. Sorry, guys.
Not to mention, breaking the ice up is an inexact science. Occasionally a small chunk will go rogue, sliding off the edge of a roof. Not enough to do real damage, but certainly enough to startle. She manages to call down "watch out" or "stand back" each time, just in case someone is under the eaves. Still, slow reflexes could easily mean a bump on the head.
When all is said and done, the end result is ice. A lot of it. She leaves a note on the wall at the Inn, as well as a few on the doors of other town buildings. Anyone who wants it is welcome to it. She'll even bring it around. Ditto with the clearing of the ice on your roof, if she hasn't already gotten to it.
WHERE: mostly the roofs of abandoned houses, or any house that's got a lot of snow and ice on it
WHEN: after the ice storm, from the 20th on
OPEN TO: anyone
WARNINGS: Very unsafe home maintenance conditions? Don't climb on an icy roof without any gear. It's dumb.
It's been a rough few days, but the freaky weather is no longer a surprise to her. Just because so many of the houses are currently empty doesn't mean they will stay that way. A house with a caved in roof is pretty useless. Not to mention, with the random freaky weather, there's no way of knowing when it might take another abrupt turn. There's no way of knowing much for certain here. So, there are roofs with ice, and ice boxes without it. The solution is a pretty obvious one. Natasha also happens to be be fairly confident that she can go monkeying around on an icy roof without cracking her head open.
So that's what she's doing, on abandoned buildings (and even occupied buildings if they look like they can't take the weight bearing down on them) with a small hatchet and a bucket. Removing one obstacle and, hopefully, turning it into something useful. Though it's slow going, and there's just as much of a chance that the cold weather will continue and this will be half useless folly. She hasn't been asking people if she can go climbing on their houses. She's surprisingly quiet, and there's no reason to drag someone to their door and force them to let out their precious heat if she doesn't have to. Still, no one can completely control how loudly ice cracks, and quiet is not the same as silent, especially when one is bundled up against the cold. Santa Claus would be a much nicer surprise, but it's just Natasha. Sorry, guys.
Not to mention, breaking the ice up is an inexact science. Occasionally a small chunk will go rogue, sliding off the edge of a roof. Not enough to do real damage, but certainly enough to startle. She manages to call down "watch out" or "stand back" each time, just in case someone is under the eaves. Still, slow reflexes could easily mean a bump on the head.
When all is said and done, the end result is ice. A lot of it. She leaves a note on the wall at the Inn, as well as a few on the doors of other town buildings. Anyone who wants it is welcome to it. She'll even bring it around. Ditto with the clearing of the ice on your roof, if she hasn't already gotten to it.
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Clary cursed as a stray piece of ice missed falling on her head. She looked up at the roof, hoping to spot her attacker only to hear the words 'look out' a few seconds too late.
"What are you doing up there?"
She wasn't dressed for the winter though she pulled her coat around her shoulders as she continued to keep her eyes trained on the edge of the roof. She knew that someone was up there. Or she was going crazy but Clary didn't think she's been here long enough for that.
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"I'm clearing the roof." She held up a much larger chunk of ice as proof of this, then put it in the bucket that was secured near the gutter. "The ice storm, and the snow that came after it melting and re-freezing, if there's a collapse, I don't know that we'll be able to repair a roof with what we have available to us. Most of these houses are empty now, but we may end up needing them."
Besides, it was something to do. Natasha was not one of those people who could mend curtains that no one needed, or repair something broken and useless, and call it productive work. Her mind would not accept the deception. Whatever she did, it had to have real value for it to ease the feeling of uselessness that settled between her shoulders like an over-wound spring.
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Isabelle would be proud of her reaction time. Before her training, Clary wouldn't have been able to avoid the falling shard of ice and then she would have been hit and that would have sucked.
Her chin tilted up towards the roof to see the woman perched on top of it. It was a good idea and one that Clary hadn't thought of. It's been months and she still sucked at this whole survival-thing. If it wasn't for the people at the inn she'd most likely have died during the snow storm. All Clary really had going for her was that she was very stubborn and didn't like to give up.
"That makes sense." She paused, her hands resting lightly on the hilts of the daggers around her waist. "Want some help?" She might as well learn to do something useful. If not she could watch Natasha and wave people away before they found themselves victims of falling ice.