35 - Mi casa es su casa - 35
[Kaylee is in a pretty cheerful mood as she heads down towards the stables, a heavy bag of tools slung over one shoulder. She's got the journal balanced open in one hand as she navigates her way down the stairs and out of the castle]
So, seein' as it's about to get a little less warm and comfy for walkin' around, now seems as good a time as any to see if anyone's got any projects they need helpin' with. You know...machines needin' fixin' or buildin'? I got a few things I've been playin' with, but not enough to keep me from goin' a bit stir crazy once the weather really sets in.
[there's a pause as she shifts the bag and book so she can shoulder open the stable doors. Whatever projects she gets (or doesn't get), she'll need parts...which means taking the Mule into town to look for workable scrap]
Though if it's somethin' real big, there may be a spot of trouble, seein' as I ain't got my-
[she trails off as she gets closer to the Mule. Close enough to hear loud and grating snoring coming from the lanky form sprawled across the seats. It might even be audible over the journals before she sets it down and both snoring and voice get more distant]
*Guai-guai long de dong?! Spike? Is that you?
*What the hell?!
[OOC: Open over the journals or in town when she actually heads out for scraps. Responses will come after she's made sure Spike is, in fact, sleeping and not otherwise injured]
So, seein' as it's about to get a little less warm and comfy for walkin' around, now seems as good a time as any to see if anyone's got any projects they need helpin' with. You know...machines needin' fixin' or buildin'? I got a few things I've been playin' with, but not enough to keep me from goin' a bit stir crazy once the weather really sets in.
[there's a pause as she shifts the bag and book so she can shoulder open the stable doors. Whatever projects she gets (or doesn't get), she'll need parts...which means taking the Mule into town to look for workable scrap]
Though if it's somethin' real big, there may be a spot of trouble, seein' as I ain't got my-
[she trails off as she gets closer to the Mule. Close enough to hear loud and grating snoring coming from the lanky form sprawled across the seats. It might even be audible over the journals before she sets it down and both snoring and voice get more distant]
*Guai-guai long de dong?! Spike? Is that you?
*What the hell?!
[OOC: Open over the journals or in town when she actually heads out for scraps. Responses will come after she's made sure Spike is, in fact, sleeping and not otherwise injured]