Timpani Ingalls (timpanii) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-20 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | mckenna jones, player: declan, player: mo, timpani ingalls |
Standing there, directing people to move in furniture and things with a clipboard for her new house was exactly the same as when she did it at work. The gallery was nearing completion even with a few setbacks and they were almost ready for the soft opening, which meant that instead of relaxing, she was moving into her new house. Well, a rented house, but her name was on the lease and it was new to her. Therefore, her new house.
Normally, she would have likely moved most of it herself, there was no reason why she shouldn’t....except that there was. There was no way she could do all the lifting, bending and moving needed with her belly as round as it was, making her center of gravity off-kilter. Therefore, movers. It was an expense she didn’t much appreciate, but recognized the necessity of, especially with furniture. Also technically, their new house, as she had moved in with her new roommate, Kenna. She was the obvious choice to live with instead of looking for something by herself. “I am exhausted and I am not even doing the heavy lifting,” she said to her friend. Granted, it had been long days of packing and furniture shopping to get ready for the move, along with painting since their landlord didn’t mind, but still. Exhausted. Kenna, on the other hand, was a flurry of action. She was not really moving things like the stronger people were. She was bringing in the boxes as fast as her little legs could dance around the others, and stacking things in places that were out of the way. Ones that said “K. Bdrm” went into her closet. “Dngrm” went into the kitchen or in the pantry. And so on. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her bangs and shorter layers had escaped as she scurried about. The girl also kept reminding people to take the water she put outside for them. If they got thirsty and tired. Timpani was far more organized than Kenna. Kenna was a flurry of thought and activity with little planning. She told the guys to keep everything away from the walls so she could paint. And she had asked Matt to help her push things against the wall when she was finished. But really, she just had very little demands for her section.As long as nothing was broken (beyond repair), she was okay with having to do small adjustments. The girl stopped by her friend after a while of running back and forth to pull off her sweatshirt and tie it around her waist. Man. She was sweaty… “If it was just us, I think we would be hella behind and way more exhausted.” She looked up at Timpani and smiled. They had a house together! Ultimate. Sleepover. “How is it coming along, foreman?” Her voice was light and playful. Grinning, she patted her round belly, “We would never finish if it were just us,” she pointed out, “and my back is killing me and I think my ankles are swollen beyond redemption,” neither thing were shocking given everything going on. While Timpani was mostly just directing things, she was still on her feet and active and had been packing her own things before the movers arrived. “I cannot wait to take a nap,” which would likely not be until she slept, she knew how she was. On top of the move, the gallery had its soft opening and she had been there nearly daily checking on the employees, making sure everything was just right. On the one hand, staying busy was good. On the other hand, this was all terrible timing and her own fault for doing it like this. “I am going to live to regret this, I can already tell,” she hip-checked Kenna with a grin, “Not because of you.” “We can make sure they set the bed up right away and I can help you make it for a nap,” Kenna replied in a quick, earnest voice. Her eyes looked over her friend with a bit of a pout on her face. She hated how she had to go through such pain for this. She knew Timpani had all the issues that went along with her forced condition, but it still always caught her off guard. And a lot of that came from her low experience with pregnant people in her life. Maybe she could get a foot soak thing? She would have to look up if that actually worked. She’d offer a massage, but Kenna knew she was terrible at those. “Regret what? Moving?” Her head cocked to the side, causing her bangs to drop into her face. She hoped it was not her. They had talked about this for a little bit. Maybe not exactly months of planning, but it was not like they decided days before moving in. Ken knew there was a bit more going on with the new Gallery, but she had seemed excited about that? The smaller girl took a drink of her water and inhaled heavily to catch her breath. “At least the sky held up for us today, could you imagine doing this in the rain or snow?” “Moving the same time as the gallery opening,” Timpani explained, “Both are going well, but both are also a lot of work,” there was no way she could nap while movers were bringing in furniture and boxes and things, it would have to wait. She was okay with that, she would rather nap for an hour once they were gone and then get to unpacking anyways. “And yes, I am very, very grateful that the weather is holding. Thank you weather whatever.” She already had a massage planned for first thing tomorrow morning at the spa and knew it would be much-needed. She scheduled them every other week usually, but it really seemed she needed one every week. It was too bad she couldn’t use medical insurance to cover it. “I am also very grateful for the garden tub in the master bathroom. I will be using that tonight too. You can use it too, if you want,” probably not together, but a long hot soak would be good for Kenna as well. “Oooooooh,” Kenna breathed out slowly. “Yeah. That makes sense.” The younger woman pouted a bit and blew a long breath out. It would have been exhausting no matter what, but considering the state she was in? Well, there was far more stress on her body than on Kenna’s at the moment. Her nose and forehead scrunched up in concern. She gave a noncommittal shrug at the thank-you to the weather lords. Thank goodness, indeed. And it was not too warm. In a few months, moving would have been terrible for a whole different set of reasons. It would have been sticky and hot and gross. “Oh, no, I’m okay,” she promised with wide eyes and a nod. She was not one for baths much. She had a bad habit of falling asleep, and her parents drilled into her head how dangerous that was. And she needed to not do that. “I’ll probably stretch out before bed though. Oh, do we want to order in food? I really don’t want to go get food after all of this moving and then cook.” “I hadn’t even thought about food,” and now that she was, she was starving, “but yes. Definitely. Indian? I don’t care, order whatever,” right now, she would likely eat it if it was still moving on her plate. Checking her clipboard, she went to supervise the new washer and dryer being installed, leaving Kenna to the movers. Scheduling them together wasn’t great, but that was how it worked out and it wasn’t that much of an inconvenience. The movers were nearly done anyhow. Kenna let out a long and excited “Ooooooh,” at the idea of getting Indian. She could eat herself stupid on jasmine rice. Then again, she did not really eat much to begin with? But that sounded amazing. But she would have to actually think about what else she wanted. Lamb? Chicken?! The girl blinked a few times, realizing her mind had carried off without them. “I can drive and pick it up after we get through all this. I think I have a bunch of menus in my kitchen box? One of my kitchen boxes… the one that said junk drawer. I’ll look later.” She skipped off toward the door again and tripped over the door frame and thanked a mover that caught her. After a few more trips to places she knew where it went, she shuffled in with a box for Timpani's room? Front closet? “TIIIIIIIMPANIIIIIIIII,” she called out, looking for her. “Closet means…?’ “I’m in my bedroom!” She called back, opening a box from her bathroom with a knife. It was always a good idea for a girl to have a proper knife for things like this. She could not wait to get unpacked. “Closet?” which one was a good question. A Very Good Question. “I guess we open it up to find out which one,” she offered, using her knife again. A quick glance in the box did not help shed any light on the contents. “Um....front closet maybe? Entry way? No idea....” it seemed to have various miscellaneous stuff that didn’t quite fit easily in other places. “Kay,” she sang back out. Kenna waddled over to the doorway and snorted at the sight of Timpani weilding a knife. She held it out for the other woman to look at it and waited. But it seemed there was no recognition. So, the smaller girl shrugged and waddled back over to the front and slid it in the closet. “I mean, we do have plenty of space for stuff. I mean, we don’t have enough stuff to like… fill up an entire house yet. We probably need more hangers. Those always end up broken in the move.” Kenna put the box down gently and slid it forward with her foot. She then turned and smiled across the way at her now roommate. “My dad is bringing up a bunch of kitchen stuff he had bought for me a while ago. He just said I’m not allowed to do heavy yard work.” She might have control over plants, but it was her own body that was the worry. Kenna could surf just fine, but on flat land? And cutting branches over her head? She smiled brightly at that memory because now it was actually funny. “Did we think to get the internet and stuff hooked up?” “Oh and you think I’m going to?” Timpani asked, voice light and teasing. “The landlord covers basic lawn maintenance,” which likely just meant someone would come to mow and take care of the obvious things once or twice a month. They would need to do anything else themselves. The internet was a very needed thing, “That should be tomorrow,” she replied, “I called, but they couldn’t come today. So data plans will have to make do for tonight,” personally, she just wanted to shower and sleep for a million years so that was fine for her. Hearing the movers, she went out to see what was happening and realized they were done. Hallelujah! Signing off on the paperwork and tipping the workers, she was grateful when they left, closing the door behind them, “Hey! Kenna!” She called, “They’re gone!” “We could pout and try to get someone to do it for us,” Kenna pointed out. But her option was way better. Less weird. And free. Well, it was kind of free. They paid for that in their rent. She had to make a point to promise her dad that all of the actual yard work would be taken care of by the maintenance. Not that he would think it was done right. Maybe she could have Kenny come up and do some work here and there. “Uuuuuugh,” she laughed and took out her phone. “At least we have electricity on, or that would totes be lame.” She texted her dad that they were almost done and then heard Timpani’s comment. “They are? Does this mean Indian food time?!” Kenna kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch heavily and groaned. “I can’t wait to sleep.” “Go get food!” Timpani laughed, nudging at her friend’s prone form. “And plenty of naan. And cheese. And just....all the food. Buy a stupid amount of food,” that sounded like the right amount. “I’ll find us towels and sheets and stuff while you’re gone.” |