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Noel frowned... Chris? Would he do something like that? Probably since he did take Ratchets tools.

"Well, " Noel half cocked his head, " I suppose this outfit does look good on me." He was trying to look on the bright side. Being on the up side of things was better then being on the down.

Right now there were other things yeah?

Hmm? Who was at the door? Noel couldn't see from his top bunk. Ah well, the mod flipped open a tabloid and started to scan it.

((ICly, this first part is gonna take, like, an hour to get done. So nobody sees that this thing's been built until after Ratchet announces that it's done and sticks it back by the changing room.))

There might have been stuff happening at the front of the cabin, but Ratchet had better things to worry about. She finally had time to assemble her rack! The wood had been put back in the corner, by the changing room. Hauling her tools back there, she pulled it down and started to work. Taking two of the four longest sticks, each a little more than half as tall as the changing room, she set them at a forty-five degree angle to each other. Holding them in place with a C-clamp, she carefully marked with a bit of charcoal pencil four spots directly across from each other on each stick. Once she'd marked them, she used a very wide-bored hand drill to put holes about two inches in diameter into the wood. It was slow going; the saplings were tougher to drill into than she'd thought, but finally she had her holes. She did this with the other two long pieces, too, making the holes slightly lower than she had on the first pieces. These would be the back legs, while the first pieces she'd done would be the front legs. She set the back legs to the side and picked up the two front legs. She turned the two bits of wood inward towards each other and, setting them at a forty-five degree angle to each other, put two screws in, one on each side. She capped the two-sided sorta-triangle with thicker rope to prevent snags and splinters and to make it look nice. Once she sanded the bottom to ensure a good balance, she . The holes in the wood aligned, she attempted to jam the first rung into place... but the stick wouldn't wedge itself in. She'd cut the holes just big enough, and needed something greasy to force it the rest of the way in... hm. While Noel might have had his hair product taken, maybe he had something left. Stacking her wood neatly against the wall, she stepped back and went to search for some oil.

Hair gel from Axl in paw, Ratchet slipped back into her cabin, past all the others. She waved and nodded and gave a few cursory hellos, but she was far more focused on her latest project. She rubbed the hair gel into each hole of the legs of the rack, then oiled both ends of each crossbar. The result was encouraging; while the towel rack smelled a bit of hair product, each of the bars went in nicely. She did the front of the rack first; once each rung was neatly in its hole, she wound strips of twine in x patterns around each joint. This would keep the rungs from turning, yet allow them to remain load-bearing and making the rack incredibly stable. Keeping the lashes in place was the most difficult part; the excess hair oil made them slip around a bit. But with a steady paw, she managed to get them to stay exactly where she wanted them situated. The back of the rack was slightly easier; she already knew how to make the lashings stay in place, and the bars were smaller. She'd angled the two sets of legs intentionally so that one side had smaller rungs than the other; the back of the rack was for socks, shoes, gloves, and other small articles that are miserable when they're wet. She let the lashings settle for a bit while she examined it for any further imbalances, and at last, she decided that the rack was finished. Nodding at her work, she picked it up and scooted it where she thought it would fit best- right at the back of the cabin, next to the changing room. There, that was two projects done! Ducking quickly in the changing room to wash the rest of the grease off of her paws, she swept the scraps and shavings of wood into her paws to toss outside. Her next project really needed to be a broom. Perhaps there'd be reeds down by the dock she could use for bristles! Happy at the prospect and her position of still remaining on the team, Ratchet called good night to her teammates and crawled into her bunk, cuddling under the blanket. The mattress was royally uncomfortable and itchy... wait. It might be in-cabin cannibalism almost, but nobody else was going to use those sheets. Ratchet got back out of bed and pulled the sheets from Cotton's former bunk, then made her own bunk with them. Waste not, want not. She'd ask Serena if she wanted her blanket back in the morning.

((So. When I finished typing this thing and was putting the pictures in, photobucket decided to start hawking sleeping pills at me. Think it's trying to tell me something?))

Serena had come in looking a little disappointed. There had been no luck in finding the original source of the plant. She however did have a BUNCH of green leaves that she set down on her bed. She returned the sap bowl below Ratchet's bed. Blue eyes glanced around to see if anyone was around the cabin who she could tell what they were for.

Ratchet sprinted back into her cabin, terrified that she'd run into Chef. Mercifully, though, she didn't run into anybody who'd get mad at her for 'borrowing' things. She walked through the door as quietly as she could with her clinking pipes and tools. It had gotten dark, but it wasn't too terribly late. She debated going out and starting her broom, but shook her head. Nope. That was enough work for one day. Her broom and secret project could wait a bit; right now, a break might be nice. She stacked her pipes, her fancy new crowbar, and the cans under her bed, then placed the rubber duckie on top of the bunk of the little green camper who'd lost his dinosaur plushie. He was asleep, and he'd given back the crocodile he'd been borrowing. The duckie wasn't all that soft, but it was awfully cute. On a second thought, she moved the duck up by his arm, so that he could grab onto it in the night, then went back to her bunk and flopped down on it. She couldn't quite sleep, however; perhaps a walk would do her some good.

Done with her walk and her time in the confessional booth, Ratchet headed back towards the cabins. The heavy stench of skunk hung in the air- blech! Somebody must have scared it right by one of the cabins! Mercifully, it hadn't been her cabin that got sprayed; the smell seemed to be centered on the Gulls' cabin. Poor Axl! Poor Em! She quickly entered her cabin and shut the door behind her. Most of the cabin was asleep by now, save for a few, like Annabel, who were still out and about, apparently. And... what was that? Brownies? Sweet! These... these didn't come from Chef. Nope. Not only did they look and smell delicious, but they came with little flowers! Pretty! Must have been Serena; she'd cooked for the cabin once before, and bringing everybody flowers and chocolate seemed like a thing the sweet female Audio would do. Looking over at her bunk, she saw that the blue girl was asleep. She'd thank her in the morning; for now, the brownie! Popping a bite into her mouth, she savored the delicious pastry as she got into her bunk. She ate her brownie slowly, chewing it contentedly as she drifted off to sleep.