When the hail hadn't died down after the first day, Clint had immediately become suspicious. Hail during the spring isn't unknown, not at all, but the conditions to create hail usually don't last for several hours on end. At first they were just little nuisances, icy bits down the back of his jacket, but as they got bigger... and bigger... and bigger...
Well, this was starting to look more like the hand of whoever or whatever was keeping them there than anything.
That supposition had proven (probably) true when the hail not only didn't stop, but got bigger, and Clint had broken into the scraps of wood he'd looted from house 14 to fashion some stakes. Collecting fabrics in much the same way Ravi had, he'd broken into the inn's stash of useful goods to grab a roll of duck tape and run out with his bundle of stuff. Fortunately the plants aren't too tall yet, so they don't have to rig tarps in the sky or whatever, but that also means if one of them gets hit by these hailstones it's gonna be shredded.
"If it's angled it'll roll off and not drag it down!" Clint's taken his stakes and lashed them into tripods so they don't get knocked over, then taped two of the corners of various sheets and whatnot to a bundle each and set them up much like very shallow tents. He's got his peacoat and overalls on as well as the thick hat he'd found to protect himself as well as he can from any hail strikes, but he can tell he's going to have some bruises after this. Better him than the crops. Ravi, however, looks like he'd sprinted out the door without much preparation, and getting this done sooner rather than later will get him back inside without, hopefully, too much injury.
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When the hail hadn't died down after the first day, Clint had immediately become suspicious. Hail during the spring isn't unknown, not at all, but the conditions to create hail usually don't last for several hours on end. At first they were just little nuisances, icy bits down the back of his jacket, but as they got bigger... and bigger... and bigger...
Well, this was starting to look more like the hand of whoever or whatever was keeping them there than anything.
That supposition had proven (probably) true when the hail not only didn't stop, but got bigger, and Clint had broken into the scraps of wood he'd looted from house 14 to fashion some stakes. Collecting fabrics in much the same way Ravi had, he'd broken into the inn's stash of useful goods to grab a roll of duck tape and run out with his bundle of stuff. Fortunately the plants aren't too tall yet, so they don't have to rig tarps in the sky or whatever, but that also means if one of them gets hit by these hailstones it's gonna be shredded.
"If it's angled it'll roll off and not drag it down!" Clint's taken his stakes and lashed them into tripods so they don't get knocked over, then taped two of the corners of various sheets and whatnot to a bundle each and set them up much like very shallow tents. He's got his peacoat and overalls on as well as the thick hat he'd found to protect himself as well as he can from any hail strikes, but he can tell he's going to have some bruises after this. Better him than the crops. Ravi, however, looks like he'd sprinted out the door without much preparation, and getting this done sooner rather than later will get him back inside without, hopefully, too much injury.