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pawnstorm2016-05-05 08:53 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-05-05 08:53 pm
Oh but don't bowl me over [open to all!]
Who: Caren and everyone taking this job!
When: 05/05 - 05/31
Where: Halls of Glory
What: Small description or summary
Rating: Ranging from G, to PG-13, to R. After all, we're not safe for work.
A: General cleaning
To those who knew Caren...it might have been a bit of a surprise. That she was so good at this. Most of the time, she seemed to laze about, not asking for much, reading and seeing about her needs, and not anyone elses.
But here, she was very earnest. Almost too much so. She had scrubbed the courtyard until her hands were raw, and now...was bare foot, and stringing up the clotheslines. Anyone coming up while she's in the midst of this gets a warning.
"I hope your shoes are clean, or you're bare foot. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you for marring up this part of the courtyard." She didn't even look at the person as she said it. She was standing on a stool, barefoot, as she put up the linens. How did she see that person? Magic?
Maybe.
B: Bulletin Board
This part of the job was almost impossible. Really. The notes were tawdry, perhaps more so due to Heaven's feel, and the fact of the matter was, it was...rather something. She kept pausing in the midst of her tearing things down, and staring at some of them.
And sometimes, she even commented.
"No woman would want such a thing. It'd hurt her back." "If it's so big, how could he even fight?" "...ah, I wasn't aware of this pairing."
And so on.
C: Armory
Some of these things made no sense for uniforms. Some of it was all sorts of sizes, for one, but she could understand...at least some of them. After all, her room mates were a great example of various diverse sizes. It was all about getting everything in the right order though. She ended up having to play the game of match the sizes, and making it into a fairly neat pile. Although...some of them, she wasn't quite so certain as to what to do with them.
With a frown, she ended up holding a uniform top. Or, in this case, not much of a top; it looked as if it was designed to show the underboob of a woman. Was there...oh. She plucked it out, and frowned, finding a man's shirt, designed the same way.
...who in the world would or could wear a shirt like that.
D: Roof
"....heh."
Caren stood on the roof, seeing all too many crows. Instead of dressed to clean, however, she was wearing what could only be refeered to as her battle attire. And there was already some monday leftovers on her leg, and some on her back. She tried to be nice about it. This was a job better someone with charm, maybe even natural charm. Instead, things were about to come to a head.
She unfurled her shawl around her.
"It seems you're ready to become target practice." If she wasn't stopped, she would start using her weapon to whack crows too and fro off the roof. Or you can help her, or watch or...even get hit by cloth or a crow. Doesn't matter to her, really.
E: Where the Glory is
She wasn't sure how there was so much art. Really, she didn't think it did anyone any good. Just a lot of gaudy pieces, some of them that were quite untrue. She had been set to taste at polishing some of the pieces. But some of them...
She took a moment to look under a leaf or two, and made a noise.
"You wish." She muttered, before going back to work.
F: Shopping list
This was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. She had things that she wanted to do, mostly in the way of sparring. And now...there was this.
With a glower, she came up to the next person who she came across, and shoved the list their way.
"Take this. I've no idea what half of these things are, and I do not wish to go shopping. It's easy colle. Enjoy."
G: Wild card!
If you don't see anything here that works for you, feel free to come up with something else!
When: 05/05 - 05/31
Where: Halls of Glory
What: Small description or summary
Rating: Ranging from G, to PG-13, to R. After all, we're not safe for work.
A: General cleaning
To those who knew Caren...it might have been a bit of a surprise. That she was so good at this. Most of the time, she seemed to laze about, not asking for much, reading and seeing about her needs, and not anyone elses.
But here, she was very earnest. Almost too much so. She had scrubbed the courtyard until her hands were raw, and now...was bare foot, and stringing up the clotheslines. Anyone coming up while she's in the midst of this gets a warning.
"I hope your shoes are clean, or you're bare foot. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you for marring up this part of the courtyard." She didn't even look at the person as she said it. She was standing on a stool, barefoot, as she put up the linens. How did she see that person? Magic?
Maybe.
B: Bulletin Board
This part of the job was almost impossible. Really. The notes were tawdry, perhaps more so due to Heaven's feel, and the fact of the matter was, it was...rather something. She kept pausing in the midst of her tearing things down, and staring at some of them.
And sometimes, she even commented.
"No woman would want such a thing. It'd hurt her back." "If it's so big, how could he even fight?" "...ah, I wasn't aware of this pairing."
And so on.
C: Armory
Some of these things made no sense for uniforms. Some of it was all sorts of sizes, for one, but she could understand...at least some of them. After all, her room mates were a great example of various diverse sizes. It was all about getting everything in the right order though. She ended up having to play the game of match the sizes, and making it into a fairly neat pile. Although...some of them, she wasn't quite so certain as to what to do with them.
With a frown, she ended up holding a uniform top. Or, in this case, not much of a top; it looked as if it was designed to show the underboob of a woman. Was there...oh. She plucked it out, and frowned, finding a man's shirt, designed the same way.
...who in the world would or could wear a shirt like that.
D: Roof
"....heh."
Caren stood on the roof, seeing all too many crows. Instead of dressed to clean, however, she was wearing what could only be refeered to as her battle attire. And there was already some monday leftovers on her leg, and some on her back. She tried to be nice about it. This was a job better someone with charm, maybe even natural charm. Instead, things were about to come to a head.
She unfurled her shawl around her.
"It seems you're ready to become target practice." If she wasn't stopped, she would start using her weapon to whack crows too and fro off the roof. Or you can help her, or watch or...even get hit by cloth or a crow. Doesn't matter to her, really.
E: Where the Glory is
She wasn't sure how there was so much art. Really, she didn't think it did anyone any good. Just a lot of gaudy pieces, some of them that were quite untrue. She had been set to taste at polishing some of the pieces. But some of them...
She took a moment to look under a leaf or two, and made a noise.
"You wish." She muttered, before going back to work.
F: Shopping list
This was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. She had things that she wanted to do, mostly in the way of sparring. And now...there was this.
With a glower, she came up to the next person who she came across, and shoved the list their way.
"Take this. I've no idea what half of these things are, and I do not wish to go shopping. It's easy colle. Enjoy."
G: Wild card!
If you don't see anything here that works for you, feel free to come up with something else!
no subject
[She's quick to say it, but she also is quick to strike at the glowing spots on the crows, just to see what would happen.]
Queer, perhaps.
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[Ema pouts and rests her theodolite on her shoulder]
You're only saying that because you've never tried them before. Don't judge before your taste buds have experienced their flavor.
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It's chocolate and corn. Please don't tell me you drizzle chocolate syrup on your corn on the cob.
[Not that they may have it here, but whatever. The joke is still funny.]
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[granted cornmeal puffs and chocolate was still a weird as heck combination]
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[What can she say, she was...deprived when it came certain things?]
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You're really missing out.
[on an extremely unhealthy snack?? so maybe she isn't missing that much at all]
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[That's because it's lava.]
no subject
[Ema actually looks. . . considering?]
What's it taste like.
[also: she's shooting another bird mid-conversation]
no subject
[She'll slap a few more birds out of the way. Oh, maybe she should nudge a few out of the way, they're starting to cover the roof completely.]
It's hot, with the taste of chili and slight saltiness.
[Chili peppers, that is.]
no subject
That sounds pretty flavorful. Is it available in this world?
[is she. really thinking about trying it?? will her taste buds survive??]
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However, I am fine with making an alternative.
[Her taste buds might survive??? Maybe?]
no subject
[and Caren becomes one of the few to get a genuine smile from Ema]
I'm a food connoisseur, you see. With a specialty in snacks, but I'll honestly try almost anything.
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I may have to invite you to a tasting then. Not only of that, but of other possible meals. I've been trying to think of a way to thank my room mates for their hospitality, and bring a taste of home as well.
[She pauses, snapping a crow down in mid air.]
It would certainly be better then a monday meal, I think.
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You might want to set a higher bar for yourself. Anything is better than that junk.
no subject
[She just likes it better when people do it for her, for various reasons.]
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I'm Ema. Ema Skye. Usually I tack "detective" onto that name, but that title's become pretty moot here.
And you are?
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Especially since I do not serve these gods.
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[it's amazing how these two can hold a casual conversation while shoot and/or whacking birds out of the air. though by now, the number of crows in the area has probably diminished significantly]
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[Completely casual, completely in the middle of...battle? There's a lot of stunned crows all over the roof by now. They might need a broom or something to brush them off, or something.]
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We might need some bird stretchers to carry these fellows outside.
no subject
[Oh. Did they just finish their crow bashing? They kinda did. Huh.]
Or a broom and a big cloth bag.
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Hey! You're pretty observant.
[because she's totally right about Ema's religion basically being science]
I'll go get the broom if you get the bag.
no subject
[She offers a graceful little shrug, and smiles when Ema goes along with the idea. Why not? They're now loot.]
Deal.
[And with that, she moves to leave the roof. She'll find something with the laundry, she's certain. They can always wash the bag out later.]