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[downsidedarling]

Dreamer is cleaning bloodstains out of Shay's boat fort.

It's taking a lot longer than she thought.

Certainly long enough that she forgot why she started in the first place, but hey. Not like she has anything better to do.

Slosh. Clank. Scrubscrubscrub. Slosh.

This is oddly restful.

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[hero_farmboy]

It's also noisy. Or, at least it is if you have superhearing and you're sort of keeping it amped up more than usual because your not-quite-girlfriend is a magnet for trouble and you need to be on alert.

So Clark finds his way back out to the ship (and he's still not over that) and frowns up at it.

"Shay, that you?"

[downsidedarling]

"Nope," says Dreamer, cheerfully.

There's the sound of someone climbing a ladder in a hurry, and then she pokes her head up over the side of the ship and waves.

"I'm cleaning his fort for him. Swear that dude's got a screw loose somewhere."

[hero_farmboy]

If Clark said such things, he'd agree. As it is, he just snorts.

"How'd he talk you into doing his dirty work?"

[downsidedarling]

"Honestly? I fucking forget."

Dreamer grins, a little wry, a little bashful.

[not_a_dragon]

"You know, you didn't have to. I'd have gotten the iPod for you anyway." Shay points out, as he appears leaning on a crate.

[downsidedarling]

"Y'would?"

Dreamer shrugs.

"Eh, whatever. It's something to do, right?"

[not_a_dragon]

"You really want to clean?" Shay asks, wandering over and crouching next to her.

[downsidedarling]

"Nah, but I'm bored and have nothing else to do."

She grins brightly up at him.

"Got any better suggestions?"

[carefulwishes]

Eden steps out of the house, wearing a metallic bronze dress with a large silver belt and a heavy necklace of red glass beads. Ruining this perfectly chic outfit are the flipflops - but she's gotta put something on her feet.

"I've really wanted to ask the story about that thing!" Eden calls up. She's out for a walk today, notebook and pen in hand and skin slathered in sunscreen. She decided to try to get a little inspiration from nature.

But now she's distracted.

[downsidedarling]

"Shay did it," Dreamer calls down, beaming.

Yes, she kept cleaning the bloodstains out after the previous thread.

She's almost done! Just a few spots on the deck left, really.

[carefulwishes]

"He's...that guy, right?" Eden stretches her arm to bring her hand to around Shay's height. "Scruffy?"

[downsidedarling]

"Yeah, that's him all right."

Grin.

"Hey, you wanna come up here? I'm almost done - the place is nice and shiny now. Well. For a fucking landlocked cargo liner."

She nods to a stack of crates assembled for the purpose of letting people up who can't teleport.

...It's not as wobbly as it looks, honest.