we'll save this earth, but into jars

Max Klein · 08-11-2012, 08:56 AM

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(321) Max is going to repair the porch and could use some more help! :o

It had taken a good deal of convincing for Max to actually begin his project. He had observed, over his time in the clan, that the Mansion was held in some odd, just-about-to-collapse state of being. Though he was still unsure how to repair the plaster or broken glass, he was more confident about the things he did understand.

This was why, with no more than a hatchet and grim resolve, he had cut down four rather impressive young trees and stripped them into long, bark-still-on pillars. His decision to repair the porch’s sagging roof was not made lightly. After many years of disrepair and snowfall, the wood and whatever else made it up had become bowed impossibly towards the earth. Max was certain that if it was left like that the whole thing would go down. That was part of his reasoning for this project, though the more obvious part was the rotting beams that supported the whole mess. There were four of them, spaced equally apart from the central staircase, and one was nearly rotted completely through. The sturdy trees, all of which he had dragged (with Oblak’s help) to the grassy lawn, would replace these for at least a few more years.

Now, of course, came the complicated part. With his go-to man gone (the Cajun had mentioned this earlier in the week, saying something about a fishing trip) Max was on his own, and while he had the hard-cover book with visual instructions, he knew that the job would likely need two people to make work. Maybe, he reasoned, his noise would stir up some help. With a huff, he looked over his pile of tools and supplies and made a mental note to try and collect more. The nails, rusted hammer, and hatchet were all he had. Inferni needed more, he further reasoned, and watched as a bold squirrel leapt from a nearby tree to another.

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