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It's all talk talk talk, until someone actually takes action
Characters: Carmel, Ryan, OPEN (maybe Caroline also? up to you!)
Setting: Courtyard, after almost everyone clears out after the stocks scene.
Carmel finally drug herself outside, squinting faintly in the light. Maybe she could use a drink so she could legitimately feel like shit. She didn't join with everyone like she normally would, only lingered in the back right near her room, hoping that would satisfy the idiot administration enough. She didn't condone it, but if the people wanted to go through with it, it was there decision. She'd caught enough of what Wren said for her to agree with that.
She raised a hand to her face, blocking the already bright sun. It was going to be a warm, bright day, she suspected. She'd heard people say something about shade, but no one looked like they were getting off their butts to actually construct something. Instead of following everyone to the kitchen, for once she avoided it, not feeling particularly people-y, and once most of them were gone, she ducked first into her room for a set of sheets--just washed, she thought with a sigh--and a few towels, willing to give herself options before making a bee-line for the tool shed.
Hopefully Caroline would know she wasn't out to hurt anyone. She was one of the least violent people here unless directly threatened or someone got her protective instincts up.
She already had an idea of how to construct something, so she grabbed the two brooms she found and unscrewed their handles before going for the rake and the shovel, doing the same thing to those. She grabbed a hammer, and a spade in case she might use it, and so burdened, she headed over to where Ryan was already sitting. She greeted him cordially, wondering what he'd done, and set to work, starting to hammer the first wooden length of wood into the ground. If she did it just right, the fitted sheet might actually have a use after all...
Setting: Courtyard, after almost everyone clears out after the stocks scene.
Carmel finally drug herself outside, squinting faintly in the light. Maybe she could use a drink so she could legitimately feel like shit. She didn't join with everyone like she normally would, only lingered in the back right near her room, hoping that would satisfy the idiot administration enough. She didn't condone it, but if the people wanted to go through with it, it was there decision. She'd caught enough of what Wren said for her to agree with that.
She raised a hand to her face, blocking the already bright sun. It was going to be a warm, bright day, she suspected. She'd heard people say something about shade, but no one looked like they were getting off their butts to actually construct something. Instead of following everyone to the kitchen, for once she avoided it, not feeling particularly people-y, and once most of them were gone, she ducked first into her room for a set of sheets--just washed, she thought with a sigh--and a few towels, willing to give herself options before making a bee-line for the tool shed.
Hopefully Caroline would know she wasn't out to hurt anyone. She was one of the least violent people here unless directly threatened or someone got her protective instincts up.
She already had an idea of how to construct something, so she grabbed the two brooms she found and unscrewed their handles before going for the rake and the shovel, doing the same thing to those. She grabbed a hammer, and a spade in case she might use it, and so burdened, she headed over to where Ryan was already sitting. She greeted him cordially, wondering what he'd done, and set to work, starting to hammer the first wooden length of wood into the ground. If she did it just right, the fitted sheet might actually have a use after all...