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06. Empty House
Nov. 7th, 2017 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chirrutsluckWHO: Baze Malbus and OTA
WHERE: At one of the houses in 6I
WHEN: Early November, before the feast
OPEN TO: Any and all
WARNINGS: S for Sad Bear
Baze hadn't finished fixing up the house he'd planned for him and Chirrut to move into, not enough for it to be safe to stay in if the temperatures dropped further. But he'd gotten a good start on it, between moments of intangibility over the course of the past month, and even with no one else to move into it when Chirrut disappeared shortly after he picked up full visibility again, Baze had just... kept working. It was stupid, because living in it alone wasn't going to happen, and finishing the job wasn't going to bring Chirrut back, but he wasn't good at quitting things. Maybe someone else can use it.
So while he spent his mornings checking his snares and hunting, his afternoons were spent at the little house, sometimes hammering on the roof, sometimes sanding down a doorway or a new beam support for the ceiling. Some of the time, though, he can be found just sitting on the front porch, with the staff he'd made Chirrut turning around in his hands, grumpily wishing he had some alcohol.
WHERE: At one of the houses in 6I
WHEN: Early November, before the feast
OPEN TO: Any and all
WARNINGS: S for Sad Bear
Baze hadn't finished fixing up the house he'd planned for him and Chirrut to move into, not enough for it to be safe to stay in if the temperatures dropped further. But he'd gotten a good start on it, between moments of intangibility over the course of the past month, and even with no one else to move into it when Chirrut disappeared shortly after he picked up full visibility again, Baze had just... kept working. It was stupid, because living in it alone wasn't going to happen, and finishing the job wasn't going to bring Chirrut back, but he wasn't good at quitting things. Maybe someone else can use it.
So while he spent his mornings checking his snares and hunting, his afternoons were spent at the little house, sometimes hammering on the roof, sometimes sanding down a doorway or a new beam support for the ceiling. Some of the time, though, he can be found just sitting on the front porch, with the staff he'd made Chirrut turning around in his hands, grumpily wishing he had some alcohol.
