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[needsarobin]

There was a long list of things that Tim needed to attend to and couldn't because they required speaking with someone. And they were all made entirely impossible by his current condition. Yesterday, he'd spent a great deal of time testing the limits of the compulsion and felt fairly confident that he could avoid giving away too much in most

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[anneotherboleyn]

One might interrupt him if she were looking for a young man who could do such work.

Anne was quite sure she already looked impeccable, and as such, felt no need to smooth her dress or hair as she went over to him at a perfectly practiced and pleasant gait. "Hello there," she said. "I am ever so sorry for interrupting you, young sir, but are you one of the people here who builds things?"

[needsarobin]

Direct question. Damn. Tim set the bamboo down and pushed his hair off his face, studying the woman. Looked like Padme, sounded like well-bred England but there may have been french influences underneath. His mental roster of the island cross-referenced these things and came up with an answer.

"I build things but I'm not on the building crew. Chris Cutter is the man you're looking for most likely." Breeding made him give her a polite smile, "What was it that you needed built?"

[anneotherboleyn]

"At the moment, I don't need anything built," Anne said, giving him a bright smile. "I am instead inquiring about the possibility of help in moving a rather heavy object that came with me to this island. I have tried, but I do not believe I can carry it to somewhere I might be rid of the thing."

[needsarobin]

Tim considered his load of bamboo and then set about moving it off the path. "I'll help. Where is this thing that you need moved and about how big is it?" If nothing else it sounded like a good way to kill some time waiting for the compulsion to pass. And Tim never could resist a damsel in...well, need of aid anyway, since the woman looked far from distressed.

"I'm Tim, by the way," he added.

[anneotherboleyn]

Anne's smile grew, and she swept him a thorough curtsy. "And I am Anne." As she straightened back up, she added, "It is a large block of wood, about half my height, on a beach not so far from here."

[needsarobin]

He sized her up again and calculated how much that would weigh. "You just want it destroyed, you don't care what happens to it otherwise?" he asked for clarification. It might just be easier to chop it apart rather than move it.

[anneotherboleyn]

"I... I must admit that I am not sure about that," Anne said. Though she was not afflicted with the honesty illness, she was being truthful. "It is the only other thing I have from here. I would like to think on it further, but I don't wish for anyone to come across it."