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[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

Dreamer is cleaning bloodstains out of Shay's boat fort.

It's taking a lot longer than she thought.

Certainly long enough that she forgot why she started in the first place, but hey. Not like she has anything better to do.

Slosh. Clank. Scrubscrubscrub. Slosh.

This is oddly restful.

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[hero_farmboy]

It's also noisy. Or, at least it is if you have superhearing and you're sort of keeping it amped up more than usual because your not-quite-girlfriend is a magnet for trouble and you need to be on alert.

So Clark finds his way back out to the ship (and he's still not over that) and frowns up at it.

"Shay, that you?"

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"Nope," says Dreamer, cheerfully.

There's the sound of someone climbing a ladder in a hurry, and then she pokes her head up over the side of the ship and waves.

"I'm cleaning his fort for him. Swear that dude's got a screw loose somewhere."

[hero_farmboy]

If Clark said such things, he'd agree. As it is, he just snorts.

"How'd he talk you into doing his dirty work?"

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Honestly? I fucking forget."

Dreamer grins, a little wry, a little bashful.

[hero_farmboy]

"Then why are you doing it?" It seems to be the next logical question. "I mean, helping out is great and all, but it looks like a pretty big job for one person."

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

Snort.

"It gives me something to do, and hey, it's familiar."

The bloodstains moreso than the cleaning of them, but Dreamer knows her way around both.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark shrugs. "If you say so." Who is he to begrudge someone cleaning if they want to?

"Other than being pressed into service, you settling in okay?"

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"More or less, yeah."

She leans on an intact section of railing and smiles down at Clark.

"Hey, thanks for gettin' me out of that cave, eh?"

[hero_farmboy]

That gets a small smile out of him. "No problem. They're not the most comfortable place to be in, I know."

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"You know, you didn't have to. I'd have gotten the iPod for you anyway." Shay points out, as he appears leaning on a crate.

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Y'would?"

Dreamer shrugs.

"Eh, whatever. It's something to do, right?"

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"You really want to clean?" Shay asks, wandering over and crouching next to her.

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Nah, but I'm bored and have nothing else to do."

She grins brightly up at him.

"Got any better suggestions?"

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"I can think of a few," Shay says, giving her a slightly shy grin. "I'll go get that iPod for you. See about listening to some music."

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"I like classic rock, if you can manage," she says helpfully.

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"Can do." Shay grins, vanishing. He returns ten minutes or so later, passing a black iPod towards her. "Found this." Well, Long did. He also sampled the music.

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!"

Shay gets an impromptu hug, and then Dreamer busies herself inspecting the iPod.

"Ooh," she mumbles, grinning. "Whoever this used to belong to had taste. Pink Floyd, Rush, Supertramp, Meat Loaf... okay, no organization, but taste."

[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

Eden steps out of the house, wearing a metallic bronze dress with a large silver belt and a heavy necklace of red glass beads. Ruining this perfectly chic outfit are the flipflops - but she's gotta put something on her feet.

"I've really wanted to ask the story about that thing!" Eden calls up. She's out for a walk today, notebook and pen in hand and skin slathered in sunscreen. She decided to try to get a little inspiration from nature.

But now she's distracted.

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"Shay did it," Dreamer calls down, beaming.

Yes, she kept cleaning the bloodstains out after the previous thread.

She's almost done! Just a few spots on the deck left, really.

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"He's...that guy, right?" Eden stretches her arm to bring her hand to around Shay's height. "Scruffy?"

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's him all right."

Grin.

"Hey, you wanna come up here? I'm almost done - the place is nice and shiny now. Well. For a fucking landlocked cargo liner."

She nods to a stack of crates assembled for the purpose of letting people up who can't teleport.

...It's not as wobbly as it looks, honest.

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"Sorry, I'm not the one with the magical flying powers," Eden replies with a grin.

Unlike most of the house, Eden doesn't know about the climbing crates option. Because she, unlike most of the house, isn't sleeping with Shay.

[downsidedarling.livejournal.com]

"Hey, do I look like I have magical flying powers to you?"

Not that these things are visible, but. Dreamer shrugs.

"That's what the crates are for."

And there is pointing. Because: crates. Over there. In a stack. For the climbing of.

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Eden takes a closer look at the crates - she saw them before, but was too distracted by OOOO, SHIP! to pet them together. Oh. That's what they're for.

She wrinkles her nose.

"I was hoping you had them and you could offer me a lift. I - swear to God - I seriously failed gym class."

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Dreamer tries not to laugh.

She doesn't try very successfully, but she does try.

"C'mon, it's not that difficult. Better than how I got up here, anyways."

She doubts somehow that Eden will want to crack four ribs on the railing.