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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-15 21:46:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 11, ianto jones, location: barn, logan, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 11: Fixing up the Barn
Who: The Doctor, Gambit, Ianto, Logan, Jack and still very OTA
What: Making the barn habitable
Where: The Barn
When: 3:30 PM, day 11
Rating: PG-13, depending?

Status: Complete

Returning to the barn had seemed like the right thing for the Doctor to do following his chat with Jack. It had leveled him a bit and made the Doctor focused back upon what was important - and for now it was caring for the people he was here with - not running off on mission impossible hoping that he might be able to make things go his way.

The crackled road wound around and revealed the structure with it's leaning roof, dislocated hay loft, and singular wall that was leaning of it's own accord. Somehow, The pair of them had found the one spot within it that had allowed them to climb out of the tunnal the day before. There wasn't a ton of space in there; but, there was potential. There were the couches, and a sturdy enough tin roof. There were remnants of the walls from before and a floor that seemed relatively intact. The Doctor knew that with some help he could make something of this place.

Crossing off the road onto the gravel path that lead up to what had formerly been the entry to the barn he ducked inside and in an act of finality, he pushed a couch right over top of the trap door. If this place was going to be their shelter, it wouldn't do to have someone barging in on them at nightfall. Or at any fall for that matter.

"We all live in a yellow subarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine," the Doctor sang away as he pushed the couches around the barn turned lean-to. Walking up he pushed on the remaining wall. It shuddered a little, but it seemed stable enough. All he needed was someone to help him reinforce the tin roof. Wouildn't do having it blown off onto the barn below at the slightest hint of wind.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Off in the darkest corner of the barn, where it stood the sturdiest, was a little square made of some collected planks of wood, some loose pieces of metal, and a few thick tree limbs. Something that the Doctor and his companion couldn't have seen last night, in the darkness. But also, because it hadn't been there last night. And Gambit, who was laying on the couch beneath the small structure he'd made in the corner (to keep the light out) was leaning off the couch and looking out the open area (his door) to stare bleary-eyed at the Doctor as he sang. The Cajun would hang precariously off of that hidden couch for a moment before finally climbing all of the way off of it and walking on deathly silent steps, careful to make no sound at all on the floor. But he was still breathing.. however, if the Cajun was lucky enough, the Doctor wouldn't hear him as he approached cautiously and quietly.

Not until he reached out and clapped a hand down on one suited shoulder. "Le Docteur, you come to brin' me a house warmin' gif', non?" An absent gesture back to his little hand-made shack in the corner, before the Cajun grinned and released his friend, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He'd left his jacket on the couch, beneath his make-shift room. It was a little warm for the jacket, when there was no breeze, despite the nicer temperatures today.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-15 09:12 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor hadn't heard any noise of Remy's footsteps, nor had he paid any attention to the warning shudders of the floor boards. So, the trickster's gesture had what had probably been the desired effect as the Gallifreyan jumped a little, canting his head as Cajun slyness filled his ears. His hearts could slow down for a moment or two.

"You've been busy." The Doctor observed. He supposed it had been fitting enough for Gambit to make a room for himself, afterall finders keepers. Though, the Doctor had a bit more of a common area in mind, perhaps seperated by curtains rather than wood - it would allow the night watch to keep a better eye on everyone who chose to stay.

"Still haven't managed to get my coat or journal," he said a bit disappointedly. Think you could put out an all call for help fixing this place up? I'd imagine we could fit perhaps a half dozen or so people in here if we manage to get the roof fixed.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 09:27 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, it's nice. Gon' put up ligh's on it, maybe a Chris'mas tree, for decora'ion, what you t'ink?" Smoothly returned as he glanced back at his claimed corner.. but then the Doctor mentioned his jacket and the Cajun was turning to look at him again, head tilting to match the Doctor's earlier motion. Mimic. "Ain' got 'de coa' or book?" Maybe he hadn't seen Shannon yet. Well. "You shoul' go see Shan, homme. I t'ink she got somet'in' for you." Gambit had gone by to see Shannon today and had brought her whatever food he could find, along with some water. He'd also made himself a little stock pile in his 'room'. But he'd forgotten all about the Doctor's things, or he might have grabbed them. Oh well, the Doctor looked like he needed something to do, anyway. Poor man. Gambit was fine with lazing around for a while.

"Wai', call 'de people for help? Non, Docteur, you gon' offer out our house to 'dese people? Was gon' be our house, was gon' put up a whi'e picke' fence, gon' get a dog. Make you pie an' stuff. Like a good housewife, non?" The smile made it obvious that he was joking around, but still, he would have liked to keep this place to himself.. but he knew he couldn't. So he was turning to head back for his small self-made room, leaning in to grab his journal (he'd been talking with The Insider, recently), as well as a Twinkie. The Journal was brought over, and he tossed the Doctor the Twinkie (look what he'd found! Food.) before tugging out his pen and flipping the book open to scribble messily with his left hand. After a few seconds, he snapped the book shut and tossed it back towards the couch beneath the slats, in the corner.

"You ruinin' my hopes an' dreams, Docteur." Accused again, but he clearly wasn't upset. Or maybe he was, and he just hid it well. Sometimes it was hard to tell with the thief.

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THIS POST BE OTA!

fromgallifrey
2009-06-16 07:02 pm UTC (link)

"Shannon has my coat?" The Doctor sounded mildly perplexed by that. Something told him that in the middle of an earthquake grabbing his coat wouldn't have been at the top of the list of things for her to do. Perhaps someone had gone in looking for the modulator and noticed it? That seemed more likely to the Time Lord.

The Doctor had never been very good at being lazy. Usually if he was caught staring at the ceiling or doing something leisurely it was because he wanted to be caught that way - not because he was enjoying the activity. Even his holidays were active with tours and seminars and courses. He never really did manage to stop well.

Gambit had replaced his comedian's mask and the Doctor knew that perhaps things were still normal despite the quake. The Doctor thought he heard a crinkle of cellophane as Gambit leaned over only to have his suspicions confirmed as a twinkie was hurled in his general direction. He caught it easily and marveled. "Haven't seen one of these in years," he turned the snack around in his palm, enjoying the fact that even in the future Twinkies were the same. They were comforting, even if he didn't usually eat them.

"Hopes and dreams? Ruining?" He said, peeling back the plastic wrap. "I happen to quite enjoy hopes and dreams," the twinkie was shoved in his mouth to the Doctor's sugar-coated delight. "Where'd you find this, anyway?"

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THIS POST BE OTA!

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-16 07:27 pm UTC (link)

"Oui. An' your book. An' some paintin's." Cooly, from Gambit. And if the Doctor looked at him curiously, he'd shrug his shoulders up and flash him that same easy grin. "I saw 'dem. She hoarden' 'dem. T'ief." He accused light-heartedly, before turning to look back at his little room, studying it a moment as the Doctor asked where he'd found the Twinkie. Only then did he spin around in a graceful motion to look once again at his companion. "Foun' it." He'd found it, along with all of the other remaining pieces of food in the Convenience store. And he'd taken every. single. bit. of it, down to the left over water bottles and sodas that hadn't been ruined. And he'd hid them. Yes. He'd hid them. In his bedroom, under that couch.

And no, he wasn't giving them up.

"You t'ink you gon' fit everyone in here, Docteur? How you gonna divide up rooms so 'dat everyone don' en' up figh'in' on ano'ter?" He could already tell that not everyone got along with everyone else in this place. Gambit, though, tried to get on with everyone, all the time. It was a defense mechanism. People weren't going to kill you if they liked you, generally. Sometimes that rule wasn't always a rule.. but for the most part..

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madeinwales
2009-06-16 09:48 pm UTC (link)

After a rather ineffective morning, Ianto finally took himself to the barn. To expect people to sit still and knit bones in a situation like this was a bit silly. The fact that the others didn't see it? Sillier. At least he had found the stash of journals and carried a few of the less ruined ones on his person, to hand out to those who lost theirs.

Like the Doctor. Ianto had one tucked away for the Doctor, riding along in the makeshift sling that Jack had originally made for him. It'd make building a bit difficult, but Ianto felt better up on his feet, helping to make things easier for the lot of them. It's just how it worked with him.

"Hallo!" he called as he stepped in, pausing to shake a bit of rain out of lank hair. He really needed some hair gel.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-17 07:50 am UTC (link)

"Oh, I don't know that everyone will want to come here," he responded flatly. He thought, perhaps that only those who managed to come out and actually help repair the structure would be the only ones with interest in staying. Perhaps, others had already managed to find more space. He'd already seen the gym and it's general state of disrepair, but it was still a quite liveable structure.

The call of 'Hallo!' made the Doctor turn with a grin. "Ianto!" he called jovially, waving him into the structure once he was in sight.

"Good seeing you in one piece."

Seeing Ianto's hair flattened seemed almost a bit more disheartening than his arm in a sling. The Doctor's hair required no gel - spikey was just it's general disposition.

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clawed_one
2009-06-17 02:24 pm UTC (link)

Logan had been keeping an eye on the journals since he woke up, and the idea of getting /some/ sort of shelter put together for folks ... was better than sitting around with his thumb up his ass.

"They might not have a choice about coming over here, Doc." Logan told the man as he walked up. "Ain't too many places left to stay at the moment. Least, not that anyone's willing to trust won't fall down around their ears. We might could get this place into something resembling livable condition, though." He eyeballed what was left of the barn a bit dubiously. "Might need to haul some shit from the carnival, though."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-17 03:06 pm UTC (link)

When Ianto showed up, the red-eyed mutant flashed him a grin and lifted his chin in a up-nod to say hello. Strange Cajun, but he didn't interrupt their conversation, not yet. He didn't have to, really, because Wolverine was showing up just a moment later and doing it for him. And Remy took a moment to look him up and down. Not a scratch on him. What he wouldn't have given to have that power along with his own. Maybe his shoulder wouldn't be killing him right now. It'd pass in time, of course, but right now? Right now it wasn't any fun, and the bruise was large and visible on his exposed shoulder. The Cajun was, of course, in just a tank-top, without his coat today (it was helping conceal the food he'd collected up.

And it was at that moment that he hoped all the plastic wrappers were enough to keep Who's-Nose-You-Knows from finding it. He really wasn't interested in sharing right now. He would, eventually, he knew he'd have to.. but he wanted to do it on his own terms.

"Gla' to see you ain' dea' yet, Logan." The name sounded strange on his lips, he'd never called him that before, not really. It'd always been 'Wolverine'. But since everyone else here called him 'Logan', well.. he'd go with the flow. But he also couldn't resist the jab that came next, at Ianto, after noticing his mis-colored rain slicks. One green and one yellow. Now that was amusing.

"I woul'a gone wit' pink, mon ami." At least Ianto hadn't been here for the 'fruits' comment made earlier.