Clean Up, Clean Up, Everybody Clean Up ~!
Who: Ashura (elegant_king ) and anyone who wants to show up
When: after the earth quake
Where: the hot springs
Ratings: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: open log in commentary
Summary: Ashura attempts to pick up after the earthquake at the hot springs
Ashura sighed as he picked his way up the path to the hot springs, actually wearing shoes today rather than the thin cover of cloth he usually wore, or just going bare. Even he wasn't stupid enough to attempt this trek after such a disruption without a modicum of protection. He hadn't been in charge of the hot springs long - or rather, co-in charge - but he was still responsible, and after assuring himself that his hut and hut mates were all right and no one else was in need of rescuing, he decided to check on the small place for relaxation that island really offered.
Licking his lips, not sure what to expect precisely, he rounded the corner to see the hut slanting at a very unhealthy angle. His gut dropped as he surveyed it, coming closer, crunching over gravel and broken sticks. Slowly he made his way into the teetering enclosure, eyeing the dim interior, his face falling. Most things were broken or scattered about in such away that trying to sort them out would take days, maybe weeks. Not to mention he dared not stray to far from the door else the whole thing come down and he be trapped inside.
Sighing he backed away, turning to face the structure again and not sure if he wanted to cry or fume. Bloody brilliant.
When: after the earth quake
Where: the hot springs
Ratings: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: open log in commentary
Summary: Ashura attempts to pick up after the earthquake at the hot springs
Ashura sighed as he picked his way up the path to the hot springs, actually wearing shoes today rather than the thin cover of cloth he usually wore, or just going bare. Even he wasn't stupid enough to attempt this trek after such a disruption without a modicum of protection. He hadn't been in charge of the hot springs long - or rather, co-in charge - but he was still responsible, and after assuring himself that his hut and hut mates were all right and no one else was in need of rescuing, he decided to check on the small place for relaxation that island really offered.
Licking his lips, not sure what to expect precisely, he rounded the corner to see the hut slanting at a very unhealthy angle. His gut dropped as he surveyed it, coming closer, crunching over gravel and broken sticks. Slowly he made his way into the teetering enclosure, eyeing the dim interior, his face falling. Most things were broken or scattered about in such away that trying to sort them out would take days, maybe weeks. Not to mention he dared not stray to far from the door else the whole thing come down and he be trapped inside.
Sighing he backed away, turning to face the structure again and not sure if he wanted to cry or fume. Bloody brilliant.