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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
2009-06-18 01:51 pm UTC (link)

When Jack and Ianto ganged up on him, Gambit's mouth fell open in a nearly comical way and he lifted both gloved hands some, fingers spreading as if in surrender. The lithe muscles in his arms shifted under the skin to accommodate the move, and he made a slight sound of disgust, but the amusement on his face never wavered. "Wha' is 'dis? Gangin' up on 'de Cajun? Ce n'est pas équitable." Somehow, he always became the one that people singled out. Even if it wasn't his fault. He was just the easiest to blame and the easiest to gang up on, because it took it all with a grain of salt and smiled all the way through it. Why not? It was fun. And he was kneeling again to collect up a few nails when the Doctor scolded him, and the red-head rose up to his feet once again, eyebrows lifting curiously.

Then he pointed at himself, pressing a naked fingertip against his tank-top covered chest. "Moi?" It was a simple question, but then he shook his head and pointed his finger at Wolverine. This was all his fault! Much like two pets stuck in a home together for two long, the two mutants would eventually go at it. And their master, the Doctor, had come home and found a mess on the floor. The languid cat (the Cajun, of course) was innocently implicating the more feral dog (that would be Logan) in the case of the Knocked-Over-Garbage-Can. It certainly wasn't him! The cat never did anything wrong. Still, he slid a glance and a grin across at Logan before crouching once again and beginning to search for more nails.

[*Translation: That's not fair.]

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