building anew

Cercatori d'Arte · 09-26-2012, 11:59 AM

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Date: September 27, 2012; late afternoon

Group Duty: This group will be responsible for the building of new houses around the edges of the current Thornbury, effectively expanding the town.

Members: Stranded Traveler #3, Stranded Traveler #4, Temo Wolfe, Taliesin dir Rhiannon, Jace Wolfe (feel free to join even if you have not yet signed up!)

Setting: The group will start in the topmost part of the locale, and begin to expand out into the forest. They have supplies such as hammers, crude nails, wood, rope, and stones.

Stranded Traveler:

Name: Jeremiah

Appearance: Jeremiah is a male coyote, who stands at 5' 9". He is mostly reddish brown, and has golden eyes.

Personality: Jeremiah is a kind soul, and loves to help any way he can; he has a surprisingly soft voice.

Stranded Traveler:

Name: Peggie

Appearance: Peggie is a female wolfdog, standing at 5' 7". She is a dark gray, with lighter cream on her belly, face, and hands. Her eyes are green.

Personality: Peggie is rather mischievous and playful, but is a hard worker nonetheless.

Post order: None!

Temo Wolfe · 09-27-2012, 12:01 AM

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Temo had been keeping himself busy all afternoon working on this and nailing boards on that. Occasionally he saw others cleaning or working on repair jobs or moving soaking wet furniture and other stuff out of their house to dry and to get out of the way of cleaning up inside. Still weak from being malnourished was keeping him from doing some of the heavier and more tasking of jobs that he tried to do. He had been doing some cleaning and moving of detritus and salvaging of boards, some of which he used to replace damaged and missing boards on some of the less damaged houses.

With his search for usable lumber and anything else that could use some repair, his wandering had taken him past the stables. He kept his supply of nails stocked by removing any that he found in the bits of scrap and usable lumber. The good pieces of wood he used for repair and the unusable pieces he made a pile with thinking that others could take and use in their fireplaces to keep warm as the nights drew colder in addition to the downed trees and branches that littered the whole town.

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Leviothan Moonbreaker · 09-27-2012, 09:32 PM

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He had never tried building something as large as a house, or even close to the size of buildings so when he managed to finally volunteer his help for it, he knew little of what to do. Instead he moved on to the stables and with the help of Peggie, immediately began bringing up broken and loose boards for the corral. While he managed to get by without noticing Peggie's cheery demeanor, he seemed somewhat cheery himself. He'd lived through the storm which was a miracle within itself. Even after almost being killed by freak winds. With her help and finesse, they'd quickly brought up the support beams that very slowly became the outer gates that would become the corral. It was easy after digging and replanting large beams in the ground, nails found here and there throughout Thornbury to nail in the planks that had been damaged inside the homes.

Only after they'd finished the surroundings did he begin to nice Peggie's personality, a slight grin pulling at his copper toned jaws. He lived for times like these, those that were spent with others and even as she moved on to find some more nails, perhaps some bent, circular wood that could be used to hinge the gate to the corral, he continued on with the gate, doing what he did best by slowly carving into the front an intricate carving of several small figured horses, a few cows here and there. lazing about. A pattern soon formed beneath the sharp point of his knife and just as he finished, he stretched his clawed hand, flicking out his fingers as if to relieve a cramp had formed beneath the furred knuckles.

A moment later, hands mischievously grabbed at his shoulders, jolting him to attention. He turned around to growl, but quickly realized it was Peggie who broke out into a laugh, her short yet surprisingly beautiful form wrenching back at the growl. "Careful there, young man. I didn't mean any harm," came her words, the first he'd heard her speak. Even so, he gave a nod of his head, grunting out the slight approval of her words. "Sorry. A bit jumpy." He quickly rounded her form just as he watched her hammer the support hinges for the gate in and carefully, with her help, he lifted the front of the gate up, carrying it toward the corral, silently sliding its downward facing bolts through the holes that had formed. From there it was easy to attach the stone made bolts that tightened the frame to it. He grunted slightly, then dusted his hands off against his coppery fur, careful to rub it in that way it didn't show too well against the light.

He turned to look at Peggie again and gave another nod of his head. "Now, the only thing to do is find a lock that would work to keep the gate closed. Would you know of a way to do that?" Amazingly, the green eyed Wolfdog hurriedly sped off, only to return a few moments later with a large, peeled and circled stick that seemed solid and sturdy. "You can cut a hole in the side of this at one end and insert a small stick for the handle. You'd make it stick by using some tree sap. Of course, you don't want to get that in your pelt so you may want to try and scrape it off with another stick. I'll work on the second part to this in just a moment." He couldn't conceal his amazement at her knowledge and quickly raced off toward the woods, a quick 'Thank you!' shouted out toward Peggie as he moved. After getting into the woods, he soon found what he was looking for. Another branch, smaller, yet sturdy and hard. His knife was still on him and with a sigh, he lowered himself to the ground and went to carving into it, his shoulders slightly hunched as he tried to make the perfect sized hole, scraping it over with his claws till it was smooth as well. When he found that it was adequate enough to work, and that the wood had been stripped of its green bark, he looked about.

Right in the distance, he could see a large tree. He was sure it'd provide sap and the moment he got close, he realized he was right. Down it's bark, little amber colored orbs of stick sap had rolled down its surface, not torn in the middle of the night. He ducked down, and using another piece of wood, spilled fresh sap into the tiny hole, pushing the other stick into the slot. Carefully he held it firm till he was sure it'd dried and moved back to the corral where Peggie was still in the process of mounting another rounded piece, as well as a small, rectangular device that had been attached to the other side of the gate. It looked similar to a lock, only this one seemed to be the size of his stick and it was close to the gate's edge, stretching along his carved gate's surface a good foot. "First, I want you to gradually slide your stick through the hole right here. There's a carved section there where you can just barely get your stick through. Then I'll finish up." He did as he was told, a first, and soon he found her with a handful of muddy cement, a mix of tar, concrete and old herbs that she quickly smeared over the top of the posts device and with that... she blew on it. "So, as soon as that dries, we'll be able to close and latch the gate so that the animals can't get free?" She gave a single nod and a playful grin and then finally slammed the latch closed.

Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 09-27-2012, 11:51 PM

The pale councilman and his son had spent the morning attempting to salvage what they could from the ruins of his house. By late afternoon, they'd been joined by a strange male who had asked politely if they wouldn't mind helping construct new houses. Tal, kind soul he was, offered use of the ruins of his house for pieces of the new houses being built. Tal had yet to have the hit meal he needed, but normalcy had been mostly restored by a night of sleep. The sleep had been interrupted by nightmares of being trapped in the rubble again, but otherwise had been restorative for him.

They hadn't lost anyone in the hurricane that he knew of. Even Sheba's kittens had appeared this morning, relieving the calico cat of her constant pacing and worried mutters.

Tal glanced across the square where Temo was moving wood. The snow hued scholar lifted his voice and a free hand. "Hey. One of y'all wanna come pound a few nails with me? Could use some help with attaching these supports to each other."

His voice was friendly enough, his tail wagging slightly. He would have done it himself, but had left the hammer a good distance away as he'd worked to get the two supports together to nail. Normally, a hammer would be hanging from a strap on his jeans. However, the only pair of jeans he had were encrusted in filth from his time buried under the rubble of his house. He hadn't had time to clean them yet. The pale scholar already missed them, he mused with a sort of half laugh to himself.

Leviothan Moonbreaker · 09-30-2012, 01:13 PM

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Leviothan Moonbreaker

I live for those in my pack, to see them prosper, to see them create. But I also live to see that they live. To create for them.

He'd just finished scraping off the last of the shavings off of the ground by the gate of the corral when he heard Tal call out for one of them to help. Almost immediately he turned toward the sound of the voice that was calling, fiery orange eyes sleeking over the ground anxiously. He could meet one of the other members of the pack now if he wanted to and that he did. Behind him, his tail, bushy and speckled, seemed intent on waving in the air, a sign that he was happy in most cases. With one final look about to make sure he'd done his work right, he smiled at the sight of the corral's finished piece of art. It was extravagant in its own right..

He lifted one of his copper toned arms high in the air toward Tal and made his way over. "I can help, but I'd need a hammer. She," he gave a nod toward Peggy, 'hammered most of the ones that were needed for the corral.",/strong> He held out one of his hands, his ears slightly half massed. "I'm Leviothan Moonbreaker. I just joined Cercatori D'Arte"

He wasn't sure how Tal would react but he had been given the chance to join the pack by Skye. With a simple look about, his face slightly scrunched and he wiped his hands off of the shirt he'd worn.. it had been soaked, but he'd worked through it up till now and it was really starting to both dry and smell. He peeled it off of himself before tossing it back. His toothed necklace was pressed tightly against his chest though he'd managed to pick up his sack just moments before so that his knife was brought along with him in case he wanted to carve something. He glanced about anxiously once again. "What are we hammering some nails into?"
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Temo Wolfe · 10-01-2012, 02:57 AM

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There were others out and about doing repairs and rebuilding around Temo as he worked. He could hear various hammering going on with the occasional grunt or conversation as others worked on their various rebuilding projects. There was a request for someone with a hammer that floated by on the breeze and Temo looked around. The request that he heard had come from Taliesin whom he recognized from his assistance with Honrin's wounds. Someone that he did not recognize had answered the call so he kept doing what he had been doing.

It was a few minutes later that it hit Temo that Taliesin was building a new house and that concept intrigued him. With a few moments of pondering about human building and how much he had repaired various parts of human built buildings and felt that he could do this.

After some more thinking, he decided on a course of action and found a good spot and began with a good foundation by finding some large and flatish rocks that he drug to the spot he picked out and set them at what will be the corners of the building. He then drug over some boards for floor joists and he had to rest frequently but he persisted as best he could.

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