Sometimes patience simply leaves
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more_than_toolsWho: Khemrys, Kernan, Any
When: Some day at the hideaway
What: Being good at most domestic tasks does not mean being able to do most things a home may require.
She hated the YWCA. Not in a personal way mind you, but in the necessity of hauling Sette with her to the showers to make sure the girl washed at least occasionally. Kernan was always kind enough to get them into the building proper without the need for a membership or to sign in, but any outside resources could throw up red flags and they knew people were watching.
Even more, Sette was getting a bit too big and wiggly to tuck under an arm properly (at least Khemrys's arms) and cart off before the girl got too interested in lockers that weren't hers. Regardless there'd be some small item or another the girl would get her hands on, she always did. It made excursions 'out' a bit of a headache, but cleanliness was worth it.
Usually.
Today had been something of a challenge with a school's swim class tromping through the locker room right when Sette was getting ready to dash out; the ensuing snatch and silent wrestling match had resulted in a sharp little elbow clipping her just under the eye and them both landing hard on the cold tile. She felt a little justified in letting a soft little groan slip out, but Silver, the faithful hound that was never far from her even in a place like this, whimpered at the sound.
That, of course, had Kernan showing up and sweeping like a shadow through the shower stalls until he could offer a hand up to both girls. She'd be embarrassed if her head wasn't ringing. As it was, well, "take her!" she asked quietly, lifting fingers to her eye, "I'll be ready in a moment." Yes, just a moment to still the aches and fade the bruises already rising, then a moment more to gather any items that would have given away their presence...
...all in all it was a rather standard morning. Their little den of a home had some plumbing, any place that once had workers had to, so toilets and a sink were not an issue, but showers? Not so much.
Yet.
They'd gotten some plumbing books during their last visit to the library and come hell or high water they were going to manage a shower somehow. Bypassing the water meter had been the easy part; it wouldn't do for an 'empty' warehouse to suddenly show water usage on the company grid. Some of their precious funds had gone to buying some pipe and joints, and there'd been an old clawfoot tub Kernan had found somehow during his hunts. They had everything they needed. In theory.
In practice it was almost as frustrating an endeavor as trying to get everyone to learn maths.
Kernan had assigned Sette the task of catching pigeons with a few of his pack, an activity that could let her burn energy and see a bit of the neighborhood without too much danger inherent, and that meant a bit of breathing space. She had the gloves on and the heavy wrench in her hand before too long, upper body leaning precariously through the wall facing as she looked the pipes behind the wall over.
For a place with such limited draw on the wold around it there were far too many pipes. How was anyone suppose to know which was which? They weren't labelled, some could have wires inside for all she could tell in the dim light and rusted outsides! Tapping, maybe?
Careful tapping with the wrench to check for the sound of water echoes?
There was water in at least one pipe, yes. She found that one out by the fact that her careful tap shivered up the metal and rang through the whole system before triggering the ancient fire sprinkler system. Muddy, rust filled water blasted fitfully from the ceiling, making her wince and scream at the sting before hurrying out to move books and paper goods to safe zones.
It was...that kind of day.
The iron rash was uncomfortable but something she couldn't heal, dinner would be late, and more? She was hand washing and hanging every scrap of bedding by the time noon rolled around.
Yes, just that kind of day.
When: Some day at the hideaway
What: Being good at most domestic tasks does not mean being able to do most things a home may require.
She hated the YWCA. Not in a personal way mind you, but in the necessity of hauling Sette with her to the showers to make sure the girl washed at least occasionally. Kernan was always kind enough to get them into the building proper without the need for a membership or to sign in, but any outside resources could throw up red flags and they knew people were watching.
Even more, Sette was getting a bit too big and wiggly to tuck under an arm properly (at least Khemrys's arms) and cart off before the girl got too interested in lockers that weren't hers. Regardless there'd be some small item or another the girl would get her hands on, she always did. It made excursions 'out' a bit of a headache, but cleanliness was worth it.
Usually.
Today had been something of a challenge with a school's swim class tromping through the locker room right when Sette was getting ready to dash out; the ensuing snatch and silent wrestling match had resulted in a sharp little elbow clipping her just under the eye and them both landing hard on the cold tile. She felt a little justified in letting a soft little groan slip out, but Silver, the faithful hound that was never far from her even in a place like this, whimpered at the sound.
That, of course, had Kernan showing up and sweeping like a shadow through the shower stalls until he could offer a hand up to both girls. She'd be embarrassed if her head wasn't ringing. As it was, well, "take her!" she asked quietly, lifting fingers to her eye, "I'll be ready in a moment." Yes, just a moment to still the aches and fade the bruises already rising, then a moment more to gather any items that would have given away their presence...
...all in all it was a rather standard morning. Their little den of a home had some plumbing, any place that once had workers had to, so toilets and a sink were not an issue, but showers? Not so much.
Yet.
They'd gotten some plumbing books during their last visit to the library and come hell or high water they were going to manage a shower somehow. Bypassing the water meter had been the easy part; it wouldn't do for an 'empty' warehouse to suddenly show water usage on the company grid. Some of their precious funds had gone to buying some pipe and joints, and there'd been an old clawfoot tub Kernan had found somehow during his hunts. They had everything they needed. In theory.
In practice it was almost as frustrating an endeavor as trying to get everyone to learn maths.
Kernan had assigned Sette the task of catching pigeons with a few of his pack, an activity that could let her burn energy and see a bit of the neighborhood without too much danger inherent, and that meant a bit of breathing space. She had the gloves on and the heavy wrench in her hand before too long, upper body leaning precariously through the wall facing as she looked the pipes behind the wall over.
For a place with such limited draw on the wold around it there were far too many pipes. How was anyone suppose to know which was which? They weren't labelled, some could have wires inside for all she could tell in the dim light and rusted outsides! Tapping, maybe?
Careful tapping with the wrench to check for the sound of water echoes?
There was water in at least one pipe, yes. She found that one out by the fact that her careful tap shivered up the metal and rang through the whole system before triggering the ancient fire sprinkler system. Muddy, rust filled water blasted fitfully from the ceiling, making her wince and scream at the sting before hurrying out to move books and paper goods to safe zones.
It was...that kind of day.
The iron rash was uncomfortable but something she couldn't heal, dinner would be late, and more? She was hand washing and hanging every scrap of bedding by the time noon rolled around.
Yes, just that kind of day.
