SPRING CLEANING [OPEN]

[lovely_wind]

Who: ALL OF YOU NERDS
What: CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!
Where: ABSOLUTELY FREAKING EVERYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Chemical burns??? IDK


There was no escape in sight. As far as anyone could tell, they were all stuck here on this mysterious floating island for the time being, and they would have to make do with what they could find. You'd think they would be well off in an AWESOME MANSION, except that the mansion is... a little worse for wear. Okay, a LOT worse for wear. The place was a mess.

Flurrie would not stand for it.

A woman of her tastes and sensibilities would be all for living it up in a huge, fancy mansion, but certainly not one in this state. And so, she took some initiative. Early one morning, she found a megaphone and stood outside the front of the mansion, barking orders loudly to the other inhabitants.

"EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, PRONTO!!"

Once everybody was gathered (as gathered as they were able to at this time of day, anyway), she yelled a little less:

"All right, everyone! I think we've been lounging around long enough! This place is an absolute disaster, and I cannot abide it another minute. Today I proclaim that we're going to make this mansion spic and span! And we're not going to stop until it sparkles! Now who's with me~?"

[HERE'S HOW IT WORKS: Step 1: Pick a location. Step 2: CLEAN THAT SHIT. Step 3: Tag around and help clean the mansion YAAAY! OR, you can do none of the above and screw around the entire time! YAAAY?]

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

...ah. So much for that.

[He's trying not to let the dissatisfaction seep into his voice too much.]

Actually now that I think of it, do we have any food in there at all? There are a lot of people here, and even if there IS anything non perishable we're probably going to run out of it fast.

[magicdancer]

Not... really. Well, there was some, but... I think it's older than me. Sonny and I opened up some cans of food, but the smell was... I don't even wanna think about it.

[urp]

[trustycrowbar]

Aw hell. After all the trouble Ronnae and the rest of the school went to to stockpile supplies, too... hn, makes me wonder where the hell it all went, actually.

[Did it turn into chlorofluorocarbon dust in the blast? Were they breathing in erstwhile tacos even as they SPOKE? It was a possibility, and a very sad one at that. He's going to try to think positive, dammit.]

You know, maybe we can find some remnants of the storeroom out there on the island. Parts of the landsccape already look familiar. Maybe the bunkers were just displaced.

[magicdancer]

[The air sure didn't SMELL like tacos. More's the pity.]

That would be really cool if there were! Like some closet that just showed up out of nowhere, or a mysterious door that led to a big dimension of junk.

[She sometimes tried to make sense of Gordon's ramblings. Sometimes.]

[trustycrowbar]

[She's not... wrong? But he was talking in purely three-dimensional terms this time. He doesn't want to bring other dimensions into this unless he has to.]

I was thinking more "closet with struts still attached just hanging out in the forest," or "a cavern of junk in a limestone pocket underground." I get the feeling if we want to survive in any standard of comfort, then we're going to need to investigate the land around us.

[magicdancer]

Oh! I guess that makes more sense... Even if it's more boring... But you're right. We really need supplies if we're gonna keep going.

[trustycrowbar]

[Wow, she really sounds disappointed...]

I'll put out a call for a few people to head out and explore later... Still a little early for all of this. Plus I can use the extra time to run some calculations and ascertain if there's a dimension of junk nearby.

[Just for you, Shantae.]

[magicdancer]

Great! Now we're talking!

[Gordon, you were her science hero.]