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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 10:53 pm
alrighty, new random RP. Tam has an old sack she was given by Valleldia and was told to put something in it. so Tam is gonna make Baptiste do a bit of house cleaning as a set up.
Soon after she had returned with Baptiste from the trader's stall Tamlin began taking inventory over the contents of the wagon and how to prepare for winter. At first she was just looking around seeing what was where and how to best reorganize it for the cold weather, but very quickly she had progressed form looking around to rifling through all the items. starting of course with her own stuff, although it was meager she had all the necessities and could always perform for change if she needed more. Once she was done with her stuff she began categorically taking out and laying Baptiste's items around her. This was more out of her habit of constantly keeping everything neat and in order then her curiosity at his possessions; besides, she had already unconsciously taken over most of the household chores and had heard no protestations from her host about her going through his stuff.
After a few hours she had neatly taken everything out of its original places and had it laid out neatly all around her and outside the wagon, everything categorized by its type and usefulness to the coming winter. There were only a few things she was uncertain about, like the old sack Valleldia had given her after helping her out of jail. The logical voice in her head that tried to keep everything neat and in its place told her it was just a dirty, old sack and to pay no attention to it, but she couldn't let it go, she felt Val's words had a purpose and that the sack had some importance. She held the sack for a while and then shook her mind off of it, laying it gently down on her now stripped bed. She had more important things to take care of now.
However, her cleaning rhythm had been disturbed by her pondering on the sack and she looked around her at all of the piles of stuff needing to be reorganized within the wagon.
hm... maybe Baptiste could help. if he would I could go wash all the blankets and things that take forever to dry, they definitely need to be taken care of before the weather turns. Tamlin thought to herself. But as per usual whenever she started cleaning Baptiste was no where to be found. oh well! I can do it all today anyway, its always best to do everything at once, it feels better when its done. She started singing to herself and resumed her work
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 11:06 pm
Baptiste finds his way back to the wagon shortly after Tamlin had stripped the bed. "Tamlin!" he exclaims. "Cleaning again?" he laughs teasingly. "Here, I'll help. What needs to be done?" He glances around and notes that she'd riffled through his things again. Not that he minds, she just had a habit of "reorganizing" and then he couldn't find anything for months.
"I hope you don't make this a habit, young lady," he says, folding his cleanish clothes. "You'll make my wagon all neat...and then what will I say if other men come 'round?" He teases with that charming smile of his.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 11:29 pm
Tamlin stuck her tounge out at Baptiste in response to is teasing. "if other men come 'round they will think your one lucky dog to have someone else cleaning, washing, and doing chores for you."
she noted Baptiste gathering up his clothes. " Oh, don't bother with those yet, I was going to do the washing as well. Give everything time to dry before the weather turns wet and cold. I was going to wait till later, but if you're here you can begin putting other things away and I can do the washing now." She pointed at some of the various piles "the instruments go in the boxes at the back, these dishes go in the cupboards on the left, oh! put these pots on the hooks beneath them, the food and tack for the horses goes in the back of the wagon, don't forget the put the light stuff on one side and the heavy on the other, also can you check our fresh water in the barrels? maybe you should feed and brush them now, could you feed the Macquieth as well. oh, and take off those dirty shoes, I finished sweeping and dusting inside already, once your done with that..." Tamlin systematically went through each pile and indicated where she wanted it put with constant interjections to keep the wagon clean.
" I'll be back shortly with water to do all the washing."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 1:16 pm
Baptiste staggers backwards theatrically. "My word, fair lady!" he exclaims. "How do you expect my poor brain to remember all of this?" Laughing, he takes off his sandals and puts them outside by the door, on the porch. He puts all the instruments in the lined trunk (probably where she'd taken them out from) and closes it gently. Next he deals with the dishes, and then glances back at Tamlin gathering up all the laundry. "Here," he says, taking off his loose shirt. "Might as well do one more, no sense getting it filthier dealing with the horses." It's a warm day outside anyway. He turns back to the work and lifts the grain sacks into place. A long, thin, old scar runs diagonally down his back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 8:39 pm
ooc: dun dun dun.... do i sense a character background story surfacing?
"Oh come now, giving me more work and complaining about helping organize your own wagon" Tamlin teased Baptiste as she threw his shirt into the sudsy water. "Tis not hard to remember at all, besides, everything has a place and often the item will tell you where it belongs if you pay attention." Tamlin readjusted the ties on her skirt and pushed her hair out of her face to keep them both from becoming soaked and then plunged her arms back into the water scrubbing the dirt out of the offending items.
it didn't take her long to resume her usual rhythm in cleaning, lost in her own world singing countless songs of every nature as she worked she had soon finished scrubbing clean the entire pile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 11:27 pm
[not really. maybe. I don't really know even. my characters bloody write themselves. O_o]
Baptiste, meanwhile, had gone outside to brush the horses. He sings to them in a less-than-perfect baritone as he works. First on Folle, then Jolie, then over to Tamlin's Brid. After all three mares are brushed to a perfect shine, he shakes the hairs off of himself, tries to get them off of his pants as best he can, then starts to go back inside. He pauses as he passes the water barrel, remembering something about it...oh, to check the water. It's nearly three-quarters full, so he continues past it and into the wagon. He fishes a bit of dried meat out from somewhere and feeds it to Tamlin's brightly-colored bird.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 11:37 pm
After returning from dumping out the washing water Tamlin began to hang up all the now clean and very wet clothing. She fished out a line form one of her pockets and strung it up from the wagon to a nearby tree and started pinning up all the dripping clothing. once completed with that she moved onto the bed sheets, blankets, and larger items. she struggled with them awhile before remembering she had a helper this time
"Oi! Baptiste! are you finished yet? come give me a hand hanging up these blankets!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:03 pm
"Yes, mother!" he calls back teasingly. He goes back out to her and deftly handles the wet, heavy items. Hidden, ropy muscles move under his skin, barely visible.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:18 pm
Tamlin laughed heartily at this, her younger brothers had often accused her of the same same crime, especially during cleaning season. "If little boys talk back to their mothers too much they often lose their dessert" she taunted back at Baptiste, Then on an impish instinct Tamlin grabbed the nearest article of clothing off the line, the skirt of her performing clothes, and playfully snapped it at Baptiste sending a spray of water on him. "'Sides, you wouldn't be so ungentlemanly as to let a poor girl do all the cleaning and washing, and then expect her to do all the heavy lifting unaided would you now? " she giggled knowing she had backed him into a insubstantial corner. to finish her taunt she flung another splattering of water at him from the wet skirt. As she pulled it back however, a few stands of the beading at the bottom caught on the tree branches and came unstitched.
"bah! darn that beading!" she exclaimed, "sure it looks great under the light but its always coming apart!" She pinned back up the skirt and then went over to pick up the fallen beads. It had been a strand of red and orange glass beads that shined flame color under the sun and at spaced intervals were little silver and black bells meant to mimic the coals feeding the fire while adding their own tinkling sound to her performance. after making sure she had gathered them all up (glass beads were expensive after all) she put them in one of the smaller pockets of her apron. "I guess I'll have to keep track of them for now, I'll stitch them back one once the clothes have dried." she spoke aloud, mostly to herself though " perhaps this is good though, Ive been meaning to fix some buttons and patch up some seams anyway. Baptiste!? need any mending done? I can take care of it all at once after the cleaning is done."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 9:30 pm
"Yow!" exclaims Baptiste as the skirt catches his skin and snaps, leaving a nice welt on his bare side. "Poor girl my arse, woman!" Wounded, he picks up more laundry and moves away to hang it up. At her call, though, he looks up and comes back over.
"Mending? I mend my own clothes as they fray...thank you anyway though..." He rubs at his injury.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:49 pm
"oops, sorry!" Tamlin turned red and called out worried as her second swish of water was a little too enthusiastic and the beaded edging of the skirt also made contact with his skin. "I'll make you some tea and fix that up for you after we are finished here."
working together they quickly hung the remaining articles up to dry. Tamlin through her work kept guiltily peeking over at Baptiste's side, it was still red. She hadn't meant to do that. once they finished she ushered him back inside the wagon.
"now sit down here and I'll go make up something to fix your side and a pot of tea"
Tamlin moved past him and the beds to get to her supply of medical remedies. The old sack laying on her now bare bed caught her attention briefly and suddenly she remembered the beads in her pocket. *This bag would be great for small things like this. although Val did mention something about not needing the contents later... hmm* Tamlin thought to herself and then instantly felt it necessary for the bag to be used and that this was a good purpose. she pulled the beads out of her pocket and slide them into the bag and laid it back down upon her bed. then turning her mind away from it and back to finding the correct herbs for Baptiste. The bag lay ignored for now and she figured there was still plenty of time to deal with the mending once Baptiste was attended to.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:54 pm
"Don't worry about me," insists Baptiste. "It's only a little welt, it'll heal." He sits on a trunk to avoid sitting on the scratchy hay mattress. "I could stand some tea, though."
He must admit to himself he does like being fussed over. He doesn't notice the sack on the bed at all; it's nothing out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 11:07 pm
"oh its no worry at all, just sit tight, ill be done in no time" Tamlin rummaged through the just straightened up container of her supplies pulling out the ones she was looking for. after replacing what she didn't want neatly back in the box and set about mixing it together. when she had finished she brought it over to Baptiste. Firmly, but not without grace she felt the welt on his side to inspect the accidental damage. "well your right that it isn't that bad, but its also a far cry from well, hold still and let me fix you up." she said as she applied the poultice to his side and wrapped it up deftly. "that ought to take care of it. now, no messing with it for 5 hours ok!?" Tamlin warned him, she had dealt with manly stubbornness before with her father and brothers. "now just another moment and I'll get the tea going"
Tamlin found the teapot and stepped out of the wagon to go go around to the back for the water.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:28 am
Suddenly, without any warning, the bag bucked in it's resting place. Then the material seemed to puff out from the inside as the bag filled itself. Before anyone could possibly have a chance to grab it or even react properly to the event, the corner of the bag ripped open, and a sharp clawed black paw fended it's way out of the burlap. The paw felt around outside the bag, much like a cat would search for unseen pray, and then retracted back inside. The hole on the bag ripped wider, and a racoon poked it's raggedy head out, looked around briefly and then walked out unsteadily on it's hind legs.  The creature looked down at it's paws. In one hand it had a very long burlap string and in the other it had a pawful of glass beads. Without any attentions to anyone else in the room, the racoon suddenly sat and began stringing the beads. As far as racoons went, this one was much more disheveled than normal. Almost no section of fur on the creature lay the way it should, instead sticking up in every direction. Upon further inspection of the place where the bag had been, all that seemed to be left was the one string that the racoon now threaded it's beads on. ((welcome to the Young Adult Female Racoon heart ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 12:35 pm
Baptiste yelps, startled, as the furry creature busts from the sack. "Oi!" he cries, now trying to catch it. "How'd a raccoon get in here?!"
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