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thebastion2013-12-17 01:34 pm
orzelbialy) wrote in thebastion2013-12-17 01:34 pm
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Day 138 :: so come out of your cave walking on your hands [OPEN]
Who: Frederic, a new building, and YOU
Open: Open
When: Day 138
Where: Southern Bastion, in between the Tower and the Apartments
What: Frederic has used his saved up shards to make a new structure in the Bastion. It seems a bit pointless right now, but he has plans for it to be useful in the future
Format: Action
Warnings: none
[Collecting shards for a certain purpose was a bit slow and tedious for some one like Frederic. In his living years he had wanted for very little, often taken care of by family, friends or close companions such as George Sand and her relatives. He would be hard pressed to call himself spoiled, but truthfully if one were to look at it from an outside perspective his life came very close to it. Patience was an odd virtue for him as well - often waffling between the need for instant gratification for the sake of his art to being able to wait forever without complaint for just about anything else.
In this case, he was having to practice much more of that patience, and it certainly wasn't easy.
But he was well on his way to getting what he wanted, and the start of it was something that he hoped, at least, would be usable not just by him but by other survivors.
So on the 138th day since the Calamity, a new structure will have appeared in the Southern end of the Bastion - a rather large wooden gazebo, complete with furniture inside for sitting and relaxing, curtains and electric lights. Next to it, a small shed had been set up as well, available to store things whenever the deck of the gazebo would need to be cleared off for other things.
In a rare moment of undress, Frederic could be found standing in front of his recent addition, his frilly and ornate jacket removed and the sleeves of his white and blue button down rolled up to his elbows. Even his trademark top hat was gone, all of it left in a neat little pile with his baton next to one of the pillars of the gazebo. The reason for this had been the simple fact that while everything he had paid for had arrived exactly as planned... all the furniture had wound up sitting in a pile outside the gazebo and had to be dragged inside and set up manually.
He was not one for physical labor in the least, but he was stubborn, and rather than ask for help he had attempted to get it in himself.
That went well for all of fifteen minutes and two chairs.
Hands on his knees, panting for breath as if he'd run a marathon, he stared through a mess of hair at the gazebo and the furniture he'd been given.]
... this is a test, isn't it?
[Probably not, but he could believe that if it made him feel better about not being able to move a couple of chairs and tables.]
Open: Open
When: Day 138
Where: Southern Bastion, in between the Tower and the Apartments
What: Frederic has used his saved up shards to make a new structure in the Bastion. It seems a bit pointless right now, but he has plans for it to be useful in the future
Format: Action
Warnings: none
[Collecting shards for a certain purpose was a bit slow and tedious for some one like Frederic. In his living years he had wanted for very little, often taken care of by family, friends or close companions such as George Sand and her relatives. He would be hard pressed to call himself spoiled, but truthfully if one were to look at it from an outside perspective his life came very close to it. Patience was an odd virtue for him as well - often waffling between the need for instant gratification for the sake of his art to being able to wait forever without complaint for just about anything else.
In this case, he was having to practice much more of that patience, and it certainly wasn't easy.
But he was well on his way to getting what he wanted, and the start of it was something that he hoped, at least, would be usable not just by him but by other survivors.
So on the 138th day since the Calamity, a new structure will have appeared in the Southern end of the Bastion - a rather large wooden gazebo, complete with furniture inside for sitting and relaxing, curtains and electric lights. Next to it, a small shed had been set up as well, available to store things whenever the deck of the gazebo would need to be cleared off for other things.
In a rare moment of undress, Frederic could be found standing in front of his recent addition, his frilly and ornate jacket removed and the sleeves of his white and blue button down rolled up to his elbows. Even his trademark top hat was gone, all of it left in a neat little pile with his baton next to one of the pillars of the gazebo. The reason for this had been the simple fact that while everything he had paid for had arrived exactly as planned... all the furniture had wound up sitting in a pile outside the gazebo and had to be dragged inside and set up manually.
He was not one for physical labor in the least, but he was stubborn, and rather than ask for help he had attempted to get it in himself.
That went well for all of fifteen minutes and two chairs.
Hands on his knees, panting for breath as if he'd run a marathon, he stared through a mess of hair at the gazebo and the furniture he'd been given.]
... this is a test, isn't it?
[Probably not, but he could believe that if it made him feel better about not being able to move a couple of chairs and tables.]
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