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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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madeinwales
2009-06-19 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Rage and anger and a lot of bloodymindedness. All around like dust in the air. Ianto just kept his ears open and continued to coil, till he had a nice neat pile of rope at his feet. Occasionally, he took a sip or two from the water bottle. Sort of made him wonder if Remy had been stockpiling water. If he had, then that was good. They didn't have to go through wreckage to find any.

He lifted the bottle up in Remy's direction. "How much more of this do you have?" It had nothing at all to do with what was going on, but Ianto wasn't very good at diffusing situations. He tended to watch them unfold and judge things based on what he saw. He wasn't sure what he saw, at the moment.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-19 07:37 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor was still for a moment. Gambit had walked away. Jack had walked away. It had left him just a few fleeting moments to focus his mind, calm his nerves, and retrain his attention on something other than that silvery line of rage that seemed far too unwilling to be shoved back into the box from which it had come.

His hands went as deep as they could into his pockets as he turned on his heels and walked back to the center of the barn. Jack was right, they needed to secure the wall. The Doctor, quietly, picked up a nearby piece of lumber and jutted it against the wall with a groan out of the timber. The Roof above their heads jostled a bit; but, made no real motion to fall. Not yet anyway.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-19 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Gambit had indeed walked away and when Jack mentioned that there were a great many things he'd like him to do, the Thief (with a captail T! It was a title, not a job description) lifted both eyebrows and leaned forward a bit with a grin. "Don' be t'inkin' 'bou' 'dem t'in's, Capt'in. You ain' even took me on a mi'nigh' stroll yet. Muffin shop is close'." But it came with a smile all the same, before shrugging his good shoulder at the suggestion from Jack. It didn't sound that direct, not like an order, and he certainly didn't sound sure about it.

Remy wasn't sure he was interested in following that suggestion, though he had asked in the first place. So when Ianto asked about the water, the Cajun's full attention was turned to him. "'Bou' twen'y-five or so." The liar replied honestly, that smile still smooth across his features as he swayed some on his feet, almost a rocking motion. "Some soda. Bit of food. Few packs uh asprin." Which he kept in his back pocket. He wasn't giving those up. The Cajun wasn't a fan of pain killers, but he was definitely keeping them in case he needed them later. "Few ot'er t'in's." Things he'd picked up from the wreckage left over of the convenience store.

But even as he said that, the red-head was kicking some of the hay on the floor out of the way, abandoning his search for nails. He turned his head to one side, looking to the wall that had landed (mostly) in one piece on the grass to the East. The wall to the North had fallen against some trees, the West wall still stood and the South wall was.. well. That was unsalvageable. So, with a rub of a gloved hand along his stubbled jaw (he really needed a shave) the youngest man in the barn took in a deep breath through his lungs. If the Doctor wasn't going to take charge, and Jack was unsure of what to do (and Ianto was doing a good job of checking up on other things, thank goodness for that), it meant the Cajun was going to have to do something.

Merde.

After a long silence, he finally spoke up, the accent a bit thicker along with his more serious tone. "D'accord. Look, we go' two goo' walls, non? Regardez ici. We gon' take 'dat rope, an' we gon' nail it goo' an' har' to 'dat wall." He pointed at the North wall, leaning haphazardly against a tree that was near to the middle, barely keeping it upright, because it looked like the main beam across the top would snap any moment, where it was twisted, with one corner still helping support the creaking roof. "'Den, we gon' t'row 'dat rope over 'dat branch." He pointed up then, to where there was a branch that had been hanging over the barn. It wasn't centered perfectly, and if they did it, the wall would swing off to the side, but they could manually move it. "An' we gon' pull it. We get it uprigh', we push it in place bes' we can, an we nail it to 'dat wall." He pointed at the barely standing West wall. "'Dat gon' make a.. part o' a square." A right angle, Remy. It was called a right angle. Try not to look like an idiot while you were trying to look smart, please? "'De corner of 'de square. An' stick 'de roof back on it proper." He tried to clarify, making the shape with his hand, the thumb and pointer finger. "Comprenez-vous?" Hopefully, they did, because he was continuing on. "Once we got 'dat up, we got two semi-good walls, non? 'Dey gon' stan' better. We jus' repea' wit' 'dat wall, an' we get t'ree walls." However, he was looking at the East wall, which had fallen completely on its face, window shattered (with rusty metal chairs lodged into it) and let out a breath. "Gon' be har'er wit' 'dat one." Since it wasn't already propped up, and there wasn't a convenient branch to throw the rope over. They'd have to improvise.

So, with these commands given, he was putting his hands on his hip and immediately regretting it, squinting his left eye down at the pain in his shoulder, but he smiled anyway, refusing to show the pain, lest he ruin his very manly, brilliant plan, by showing some sort of weakness.

He should have been in theater.

"Complain's? Ques'ions? Offers o' really good hea'?" Yes, he'd just asked for head. That was for you, Jack.

[*Translations: Regardez ici. - Look here. / Comprenez-vous? - Do you understand?]

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clawed_one
2009-06-19 08:21 pm UTC (link)

It took Logan a bit to find a tree that was a) big and straight enough to be of use and b) far enough away from the barn that felling it wouldn't knock what bits of the barn were still standing down with the impact of it hitting the ground.

That accomplished, he cut down and cut into useable pieces a fair-sized tree.

It helped with the temper. A bit.

He came back into view at the tail end of Gambit's little speech, a quartet of what would have passed for 2x4's if it weren't for the bark still along one edge over his shoulder, the ends trailing in the dirt behind him. Each post was about ten or fifteen feet long.

"Got about a half dozen more of these." He said, setting them down.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-20 11:41 am UTC (link)

While he may have been working, Jack kept a close eye on the Doctor -- ready to toss himself in front of the Time Lord if absolutely necessary. Jack knew there was something in the Doctor's expression that said they were only one bad tequilla bottle away from a very pissed off Doctor. And that, frankly, was something Jack had no intention of seeing. So if he had to take some heat for a while, so be it.

It wasn't that Jack didn't know what to do -- it was that he wasn't sure how to say it without it coming out like barking orders and look how well that had gone over the last time. Brilliantly, indeed.

"All well and good, but if one wall isn't secured --" Jack broke off and actually smiled when Logan approached. "Fantastic. Those'll work perfectly to brace the first wall. Once that's braced, then we can go about following the rest of Gambit's plan. If the wall that's about to collapse isn't at all secured, the moment there's weight against it, the whole thing will collapse like a deck of cards. Secure the wall with a couple of the new boards, lift the other as smarty-trousers suggested and support it. Then figure out how to rebuild the other two walls."

Frowning, Jack bent and started looking through the rubble for anything along the lines of a metal pipe for use of hammering. Grinning, he came up with one long piece and two more shorter ones. "These'll have to do by way of a hammer for now, unless anyone spies something in the rubble." Jack flicked his glance over at Remy. "Or unless the packrat's holding out on us where those are concerned."

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	madeinwales 2009-06-20 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	While there was bracing going on, Ianto couldn't help, much as he wanted to, much as it distracted him. He fished nails out of his sling, though, to pass on to people as they needed them and sort of glared at Jack. This wasn't his fault, but Ianto needed someone to glare at. Being useless like this grated at him like nothing else in the world. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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