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Who: Cid, Vincent, Fang, (Aerith and Gippal if/when they return), and anyone else who wanders by or decides to help with the building
What: Working on the house and socializing
When: In the days before the Mist sinks onto the ground (before the clothes swap)
Warnings: I'm expecting crude language, crude humor, inappropriate glances, and general silliness. Also, lots of construction fail, construction theory fail, and handwaving of descriptions of processes because the mun does not know the first thing about building things that actually stay up more than five minutes.
Cid finished sending out the alerts to the handful of people who had volunteered their help. Vincent, he knew, would be here for sure, and Fang was also more than likely to show up. The others he hadn't heard from in a while, but if lunchtime rolled around and no sign of Aerith came, they would just head into the cafe regardless of how they looked or smelled.
At this particular moment, though, the sun was halfway between the horizon and its peak, the air was crisp and cool, and the monsters who had been curious before seemed to have decided to stay away. Cid had no doubt that they would return later. They didn't have the greatest memory.
He had converted several of the logs into smaller beams and slats, but the house would require many more than that. He had also put together an example skeleton wall so anyone unaccustomed to putting things together could see how it would work. The floor was down over its wood-and-rock supports, which were not quite deep enough for Cid's liking but promised sturdiness just the same. He had double-layered the slats that formed the floor for protection against both wear and drafts, and was fairly pleased with the results, though he knew that with better materials, more sophisticated equipment, and a larger work force, it would have been much better.
This, however, would serve. It was nothing like what he had imagined in the other world when he had thought about building his own house, but with proper attention to detail and upkeep, it could be more than mediocre and would last as long as they needed it. He hoped they would need it for a very long time.
The pile of boulders of various sizes had been thinned out as he broke some to use and discarded weak stones and hollow ones, but there was still a considerable collection, though not as large as that of the logs. He had found sandpaper and finish in town, and the library had provided him with a usable diagram of the equipment he could use to make plywood, which, if he could get it together, would make for much easier work down the road.
For today, the beams were enough. They could, at the very least, get the outer walls put together and raised. If things had gone well, he would drag out the blueprints, and they would start on the others.
Perhaps Fang had an affinity for mechanics; Cid hadn't asked. She might be able to offer some insight into building the lathe. Maybe that Gippal, if he showed up after all; Cid remembered that he had mentioned building and had then started talking about making a camera. Hell, even Vincent might be able to help. If not, then Cid would pop into the store where he had gotten the rest of his tools to see if one had appeared. He wouldn't be surprised in the least if it did.
After proudly but skeptically surveying the work he had already accomplished and thinking about all that lay ahead, Cid planted himself on a large rock he hadn't had the heart to break and waited for the cavalry to arrive.
[[ooc: If anyone wants to wander by and talk to them or antagonize them or anything, drop on by!]]
What: Working on the house and socializing
When: In the days before the Mist sinks onto the ground (before the clothes swap)
Warnings: I'm expecting crude language, crude humor, inappropriate glances, and general silliness. Also, lots of construction fail, construction theory fail, and handwaving of descriptions of processes because the mun does not know the first thing about building things that actually stay up more than five minutes.
Cid finished sending out the alerts to the handful of people who had volunteered their help. Vincent, he knew, would be here for sure, and Fang was also more than likely to show up. The others he hadn't heard from in a while, but if lunchtime rolled around and no sign of Aerith came, they would just head into the cafe regardless of how they looked or smelled.
At this particular moment, though, the sun was halfway between the horizon and its peak, the air was crisp and cool, and the monsters who had been curious before seemed to have decided to stay away. Cid had no doubt that they would return later. They didn't have the greatest memory.
He had converted several of the logs into smaller beams and slats, but the house would require many more than that. He had also put together an example skeleton wall so anyone unaccustomed to putting things together could see how it would work. The floor was down over its wood-and-rock supports, which were not quite deep enough for Cid's liking but promised sturdiness just the same. He had double-layered the slats that formed the floor for protection against both wear and drafts, and was fairly pleased with the results, though he knew that with better materials, more sophisticated equipment, and a larger work force, it would have been much better.
This, however, would serve. It was nothing like what he had imagined in the other world when he had thought about building his own house, but with proper attention to detail and upkeep, it could be more than mediocre and would last as long as they needed it. He hoped they would need it for a very long time.
The pile of boulders of various sizes had been thinned out as he broke some to use and discarded weak stones and hollow ones, but there was still a considerable collection, though not as large as that of the logs. He had found sandpaper and finish in town, and the library had provided him with a usable diagram of the equipment he could use to make plywood, which, if he could get it together, would make for much easier work down the road.
For today, the beams were enough. They could, at the very least, get the outer walls put together and raised. If things had gone well, he would drag out the blueprints, and they would start on the others.
Perhaps Fang had an affinity for mechanics; Cid hadn't asked. She might be able to offer some insight into building the lathe. Maybe that Gippal, if he showed up after all; Cid remembered that he had mentioned building and had then started talking about making a camera. Hell, even Vincent might be able to help. If not, then Cid would pop into the store where he had gotten the rest of his tools to see if one had appeared. He wouldn't be surprised in the least if it did.
After proudly but skeptically surveying the work he had already accomplished and thinking about all that lay ahead, Cid planted himself on a large rock he hadn't had the heart to break and waited for the cavalry to arrive.
[[ooc: If anyone wants to wander by and talk to them or antagonize them or anything, drop on by!]]