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westwhere2021-06-14 05:51 pm
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Living in the night
WHO: Slick and whoever, plus Eleven!
WHEN: 12th until the night before the siege event on the 16th, day and night
WHERE: Around the farm
WHAT: Preparing defenses as previously planned here and being a bit of a nuisance.
WARNINGS: None yet!
Don't follow the voices at night, he'd been told. Alright. He hadn't quite understood what was going to happen, though, nearly jumped out of his skin when something started begging to be let in.
Alright. That's what the voices sound like. Why was inside safe, then? It felt wrong to just sit there, trusting that nothing's gonna come crawling through a window. Hells, Archeval said this place already came under attack. He's not just gonna sit around and wait for that to happen again. He needs to get armed, and this place needs to be turned into a proper redoubt.
1. Daylight- Gearing up
Wood's a terrible material for defenses. It's soft, flammable, and instantly turns to shrapnel if it encounters anything with a blast radius. But it's what he's got to work with, so he'll just have to suck it up.
So he spends his day in the farmhouse's woodshed, chopping and sawing things into shape. It's a bit of a struggle at first, getting the feel of the tools this place has got. But soon enough, he's making passable lengths of lumber, wooden wedges, and posts.
There's only the occasional outburst of swearing.
2. Daylight- Setting up a roadblock
Partway through the day, he hauls the wood and some of the tools into the closest common room, bleary-eyed. He was up most of the night.
Better not to get caught flat-footed if things got bad--he's not trying to sleep during the night again. He was bone tired after all that'd happened to him in the past week anyway. If he tried to stay up for a watch tonight, he'd probably doze off. There was an easy fix to that, though, while there was still some daylight left.
He sits down in a corner somewhere and falls asleep, propped up against the sack he's stuffed his armor into. Is he in the way of something? Maybe. Is it comfortable? Definitely not. But it's sleep, and that's the important part.
Catch him early enough, and he might be shiftable. Wait too long though, and he might be hard to rouse, muttering something unintelligible and angry in his sleep.
3. After Sunset- Putting it all together
Once night falls, he's awake and working again. This farmhouse is falling apart. Sure, you can bar the doors and windows, but what's the point? If this place is going to hold up against an attack for even a minute, it needs reinforcement.
Beyond that, there's only so many nails to hang the boards with, so he's fashioning a load of treenails to split the difference. And he needs to prep the doorways inside the house, so they can be barred from either side, and make barricades that can be moved into place after that. All skills that got stuffed into his head during training, and bits of it had come in handy a couple of times in the field.
Is it probably going to annoy people that there's hammering and sawing through the night? Yes. Does he care? Nope. This needs to be done. And anyway, it drowns out the voices.
WHEN: 12th until the night before the siege event on the 16th, day and night
WHERE: Around the farm
WHAT: Preparing defenses as previously planned here and being a bit of a nuisance.
WARNINGS: None yet!
Don't follow the voices at night, he'd been told. Alright. He hadn't quite understood what was going to happen, though, nearly jumped out of his skin when something started begging to be let in.
Alright. That's what the voices sound like. Why was inside safe, then? It felt wrong to just sit there, trusting that nothing's gonna come crawling through a window. Hells, Archeval said this place already came under attack. He's not just gonna sit around and wait for that to happen again. He needs to get armed, and this place needs to be turned into a proper redoubt.
1. Daylight- Gearing up
Wood's a terrible material for defenses. It's soft, flammable, and instantly turns to shrapnel if it encounters anything with a blast radius. But it's what he's got to work with, so he'll just have to suck it up.
So he spends his day in the farmhouse's woodshed, chopping and sawing things into shape. It's a bit of a struggle at first, getting the feel of the tools this place has got. But soon enough, he's making passable lengths of lumber, wooden wedges, and posts.
There's only the occasional outburst of swearing.
2. Daylight- Setting up a roadblock
Partway through the day, he hauls the wood and some of the tools into the closest common room, bleary-eyed. He was up most of the night.
Better not to get caught flat-footed if things got bad--he's not trying to sleep during the night again. He was bone tired after all that'd happened to him in the past week anyway. If he tried to stay up for a watch tonight, he'd probably doze off. There was an easy fix to that, though, while there was still some daylight left.
He sits down in a corner somewhere and falls asleep, propped up against the sack he's stuffed his armor into. Is he in the way of something? Maybe. Is it comfortable? Definitely not. But it's sleep, and that's the important part.
Catch him early enough, and he might be shiftable. Wait too long though, and he might be hard to rouse, muttering something unintelligible and angry in his sleep.
3. After Sunset- Putting it all together
Once night falls, he's awake and working again. This farmhouse is falling apart. Sure, you can bar the doors and windows, but what's the point? If this place is going to hold up against an attack for even a minute, it needs reinforcement.
Beyond that, there's only so many nails to hang the boards with, so he's fashioning a load of treenails to split the difference. And he needs to prep the doorways inside the house, so they can be barred from either side, and make barricades that can be moved into place after that. All skills that got stuffed into his head during training, and bits of it had come in handy a couple of times in the field.
Is it probably going to annoy people that there's hammering and sawing through the night? Yes. Does he care? Nope. This needs to be done. And anyway, it drowns out the voices.