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Tweak says, "COOTIES!!!"

Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-12 19:16:00

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!complete, day 18, location: barn, nymphadora tonks, remy lebeau

Who: Tonks and Remy LeBeau
What: Tonks is rummaging for food and checking out an area for various things
Where: The Barn
When: Around 530pm, Day 18
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Tonks had a list of things that she needed to do. In spite of her seeming absentmindedness, she liked to make mental to-do lists in order to keep things prioritised. The first thing, after having finished the survey, was turning it in. Then she was trying to figure out why there was a pink plastic watch on her left wrist, with a little plastic guard to keep it from being scratched. She wondered if the time that it said was really the same time. But couldn't find answers to those questions. And now? Now there were three important things to tick off, one after the other.

Number One? Eat. She hadn't eaten all day, and knew that she ought to. Though it was numero uno on her list, Tonks actually was taking the scenic route toward the gas station. The very scenic route. Item Number Two was to find a secluded place for Remus (because she didn't know that Rose and someone else was, or had been, doing the same thing) and Item Number Three? Use that same secluded space right now as her personal practice field. She had found some twine and wrapped Luna's old wand back together. But a broken (even if mended) wand was dangerous. And if she was going to practice a few hexes, then Tonks wanted a place where no one else would be.

It was why she paused at the barn and studied it so carefully. There had been someone in there earlier. Remy LeBeau, with the fun accent. But he had been one of those who disappeared. Maybe he hadn't made it back yet. Maybe he wouldn't. So, with that thought, the witch checked in the back pocket of her jeans..to assure that both her journal and the broken wand were there..and headed toward the barn. She intended on looking inside to see if there was any hint of anyone coming back.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 03:01 am UTC (link)

She wouldn't even have to go that far. When she got through the thick forest that obscured the sight of the barn from the road, she'd find the red-headed Cajun, soaking wet, sitting out in front of the barn on an overturned bucket, with another bucket in front of him, and a long sheet of metal that he'd managed to find while rummaging through the barn-- it had once been a folding metal chair, but not anymore. He had torn the seat out of two chairs, and had melted them together by forcing together two of the sliced pieces under pressure and heat (human soldering iron, like the Doctor had imagined) and he'd started pressing the metal, folding it like a fan to make the beginnings of a washing board.

She would also note the immediate smell-- a very nice smell, in fact. A smaller bucket was sitting next to the Cajun, partially filled with water, and chock-full of flowers and leaves and other things he'd found that had smelled nice. It wasn't exactly a bar of soap, but if you washed your clothing with that water? They'd certainly smell nice, though they wouldn't be actually clean. But they'd be dirt free from the scrubbing, and smell nice from the flowers.. but they'd still have any germs and bacteria. But don't you worry, he had an idea for that, too. See over there, off to the side? A fire, and a make-shift metal pot, made out of other parts of folding chairs, with boiling water in it. And he had his other set of clothes thrown in there, cooking. Then he'd scrub them and make them smell nice, and hang them up to dry..

That reminded him, he needed to make a clothes line. Luckily, he had rope in the barn too. Not much though.

However, the noise of crunching through wet underbrush caused him to lift his head and lock red eyes onto the woman, pausing in his bending of the metal-- he was half way done with it and it was very obvious what it was, if she looked at it.

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polymorphic
2009-08-13 03:19 am UTC (link)

Tonks wasn't trying to be particularly quiet and, if she was, it might have been difficult anyway. But at least she wasn't finding all of the roots of trees to trip up on! Just two. And a half. Because she caught herself on that last one. Either way, she paused just outside and was watching the scene that was unfolding before her.

"Are you making a washing board?" This was asked half in incredulity and half in admiration. It was almost silly to be washing clothes in such an environment. But at the same time, it was an ingenious plan. One way that the enemy got people down was to make them feel inhuman. Dehumanize a person and soon you break their spirit.

Nothing else was so humane as normal, everyday things. Like washing clothes. "That's brilliant!" Chirped from the witch, bopping over in near want to throw her arms around the Cajun in a hug. She managed to refrain though. At least for the moment. While she was closer, Tonks took a look at the whole setup. "You'll need a clothesline. Oo, I think I saw some pins at the chemist's.." She knew that some people would balk at the idea, but Tonks saw the beauty in it.

At least while they were there.