But they sound like a million colors in my mind

[tehoniongirl]

Who: An tehoniongirl andnoprevaricating seventeensir yrobtsvt.
What: A paint war ensues
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The boys' new house
Summary: Jilly tries to recreate her mural in the new house, Horatio is a neat freak, Bush is new, and Archie's just plain trouble.
Rating: Kittens and paint splatters

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[seventeensir]

Ship life meant rats. Rats meant a ship cat. A ship cat meant Horatio Hornblower knew that there would be coloured paw prints everywhere if the creature was not contained, small as it was.

So, the little kitten was shut in a bedroom and mewling pathetically. It had everything it needed. Food, water, and even an annoying little ball with a very small bell in it. The moment Archie wasn't around? That ball was going to find a corner of a drawer to be hidden in.

The captain had watched Jilly sketch, sipping his own cup of coffee. He said nothing about the potential for paint getting everywhere... but he appreciated the canvas on the floor. Painting was a messy business but one he could respect, both for its utility, for the finished look it gave a project, and because he'd seen Jilly's last work on a wall.

Politely, he offered, even if he couldn't imagine what use he might be, "If I can be of assistance, Miss Jilly, let me know."

[yrobtsvt]

Ship life means keeping everything as clean as possible at all times. William, at least, was itching to clean-- or get someone else to clean-- the mess that was sure to come. He can keep himself from it, though; they deserved their bloody mural, for all the headaches it'd cause later. William mostly keeps out of the way and wonders at the cat, locked away.

So he mulls around the kitchen, alternates between checking these journal things, and wondering at what, exactly, he's doing here and what's going on. He pipes in after Horatio: "Of course-- and if I can help, just holler."

[tehoniongirl]

It doesn't take long to drain her own cup to the dregs and set it aside. Wiping her hands on her jeans - an automatic gesture, even if she had yet to get paint on her fingers - she stood and stretched. She'd start with the sky. After the time it took to reach up and address the top of the mural, she'd be grateful for break of working on the lower areas.

Besides...she was pretty sure the Crow Girls would have agreed, if they were there to ask. Everything should start with the sky.

The blue wash, pale in the afternoon light, was already in place, so she moved to pry the lid off a bucket of white paint, lifting it to pour the thick liquid into a pan.

"You can both relax." It's said lightly, more as a reassurance than a reprimand. "I promise I won't do too much damage."

[noprevaricating]

Archie was admittedly a little worried about the kitten shut up in the spare bedroom but was pretending not to be, since cats were cats even if this one was his cat. He sort of figured it would not be making all that noise if something wasn't wrong, so he kept glancing in the direction of the bedroom. When he heard scratching noises, he jumped up automatically with the intent to crack open the door and see if it was okay.