Action-Log [Open]---Cleaning up and Organizing

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks (Future) and YOU (Open to all.)
What: After dealing with a haunted village and an abyss that feeds on rage, Trunks needs something normal and productive to do. Cleaning and organizing it is!
When:Post-orientation events? (Especially post his)
Where: Main Library--Dorm section
Warnings: Dust? None yet.



After checking in with the Librarians, after his and Sunset's adventure in the book with the butterfly on it and the cursed village and abyss, Trunks needed a distraction. A solo distraction, given the memories and emotions dealt with on their adventure. Wandering in the 'safe' areas but near the main-desk, eventually he found his way to what looked like a dorm section.

This must be where they would all be staying. There were empty name-plates on doors lining a hallway, and looking in one produced what he'd expected. Small rooms with basic furniture, and an attached bathroom. But the furniture was all stacked, and dusty, and linens were folded and left on the bed. Perfect--cleaning and organizing would give him something to do that would be mindless enough, but physically active.

He claimed a room by virtue of leaving his jacket and sword in it, and pulling the furniture down. Chair off the desk, making the bed, and he'd dust his own later. Taking one of the towels, he moved methodically down the hallway. Each room got a thorough dusting, and the beds were made and furniture set right and organized. Not more physically taxing than helping with the shelters he did back home, for those who'd escaped the Androids.


[OOC: Come say hi to a sweaty demi-saiyan doing some house cleaning. Feel free to help him, or not.]

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[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita had found the dorms herself, and had done much the same as Trunks had: cleaning and organizing one of the many rooms into better shape. Since the Speech itself hadn't left her (though overuse of wizardry probably wasn't a good idea in this place), she'd been able to just talk the dust out of the hard-to-reach places. She'd still done most of the dirty work by hand, though.

She'd taken a break for the moment, exhausted but pleased, and was walking down the dorm hallway when she spotted someone else working.

/Dai Stiho-/ she greeted at first, then switched to English, "Ah, I mean, hello there. How are you doing?"

He looked dirty, but he also looked like he'd been working hard - and Nita could appreciate that.

[light_of_willpower]

He hadn't confined himself to cleaning and organizing just one room though, and honestly? It had been relaxing--the manual labor that was also not mentally taxing. A bucket in one hand, dirty rag in the other and cleaner one around his neck, and he looks up in her direction. Getting to his feet from where he'd been dusting as she approaches.

"...hi." Hands at his side, he bowed--very like they did in Japan actually, and after gave a hint of a smile. "I'm better." He really did feel better, not minding the exertions. "I needed something that was kind of mindless but physically active to do, y'know?"

[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita spent a moment in hesitation - wasn't she supposed to bow, too? - but she nodded at his question.

"Yeah; that, and these rooms are probably going to be useful."

Nita looked behind him, appreciative.

"How long have you been at this?"

She wished she'd found these rooms sooner!

[light_of_willpower]

She could bow, or not, depending on how she felt. Trunks didn't really expect others to recognize customs he was used to or not. Not when it was clear so many of them were from so many different places.

A look back at his work, and Trunks honestly wasn't sure how long he'd been at it at this point. Bucket placed, down, one hand moved to rub the back of his neck, a hint of nerves but also as he tilted his head, a bit of a stretch.

"A few hours? I needed the distraction." Okay, yeah definitely needed the distraction, as Trunks rolled his head a bit, then shrugged to loosen his shoulder-muscles with the break.

"I claimed a room at the far end, but otherwise have just been focusing on getting it all cleaned for everyone else."

[unfavorableinstigation]

That was a good way to look at things; everyone was practically their own microculture with the sheer diversity of people here!

Nita winced sympathetically at the neck crack.

"From the sound of it, you really needed it. Mind if I join in?"

It was slightly competitive of her, but she also figured it'd be good to keep company; odds were they'd be working together on the whole for a while, and getting to know each other would be important.

That, and it seemed unfair to her for him to do all the work.

[light_of_willpower]

Honestly, the neck crack had felt good. Loosened up the muscle more, which was good because he still felt tense. A lot less tense than he had been, but maybe that's just because he was used to being tense.

"There's...not that much to do really?" Dusting, wiping down, and then making beds and setting up towels. But he wouldn't stop her.

He IS going to take a moment to stretch though, since that had felt good.

[unfavorableinstigation]

"Since we're not on assignment, any work's better than none," Nita replied, shrugging.

She took a moment to go back and fetch her own towel, before coming back to Trunks.

"And- I don't think we've met before, so: hi, my name's Nita Callahan. What's yours?"

[piano_man]

He'd finally settled it! There was no way out of here. As much as he wished that weren't true, it was also an odd bit of a comfort. The Library was vast and ornate, with dark and dank corridors twisting in to dark corners. And he was stuck. Out of everything, that was what he clung to. Stuck was familiar. Stuck he knew how to deal with. And at least this stuck included a roof over his head and a place to rest that head.

Finding the dorms was easy, he just followed the dust clouds. "*cough* Hey! I don't remember a smog warni*cough* warning for this place." He peered around the corner of the room, spotting purple hair and a young man. The hair was, of course, on the young man.

More odd things to get used to. "Say, fella, need a hand?"

[light_of_willpower]

Trunk's had turned at the hailing, bucket of water nearby with rag in it, and other rag around his neck. He'd just gotten done getting most of the loose dust out of this room, and soon he'd give it a wipe-down, before setting it up. "Not unless you have a vacuum or a fan."

But the company wasn't bad--the physical activity of cleaning and organizing had helped him shed his antsy-ness after the haunted village. Mindless enough to be relaxing, while not overtaxing. "It's a process. Getting the surface layer out, then wiping it down the rest."

[piano_man]

"You know, salesman's the one thing I haven't tried." He stepped into the room, looking it over. His eyes fell on the mattress and he couldn't help but sigh happily, "Oh thank Heaven's, no lumps!"

The room might have still seemed dirty, but Cosmo had seen worse. "Say now, this isn't the Roosevelt you know."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks had seen worse too, but also been raised in better. Even if most of Capsule Corps was a ruin, as was West City. The approval though, gets a bit of a grin at the corner of his mouth. "It's not the best guest room, but it'll work."

Taking a guess at what the other man had meant, although as he picked up the bucket and moved in, he had to ask. "Roosevelt?" Wringing out the wet-rag, before starting to wipe down all the surfaces that weren't the mattress.

[piano_man]

"The Roosevelt Hotel? Just opened up in sunny Californy." He crossed his arms, watching the slightly younger man. "Press did a whole number on it," He pitched his voice up and added a rather 'elegant' accent, "Miss Dora was absolutely fantastic in the recording."

[light_of_willpower]

"Never heard of it, but guessed it was a hotel." Pleased he'd been correct, and amused by the accent and imitation. "Also not sure where Californy is."

That is a desk done, and on to the chair. "Maybe we should start with basics..." A Library pulling people from all sorts of places--probably a good idea.

[librarian167]

Flynn was investigating the Library, discovering what was here. It had taken him long enough to learn what the Library back home held, and even then he still didn't know all of it. Here there was no one he knew and trusted to answer all of his questions. So he was finding out for himself.

That, and not being able to touch all of the books because some of them were dangerous was like torture.

When he came across Trunks he looked in, saw what he was doing and said, "You must be the cleaner. Do you clean the whole Library?"

[light_of_willpower]

Normally, Trunks really didn't have the pride issues he should, considering his mother and father. Especially since he hadn't grown up under Vegeta's influence. But being mistaken for a cleaner--that was a new one.

"Excuse me?" An eyebrow is arching up in slight warning, tone mildly affronted. Pausing from his wiping down of a bed frame, rag placed back in the bucket as he stood up from his crouch. He wasn't that tall, but Trunks made up for it by how he held himself. Posture straight and tall, chin tilted slightly in query, but still mostly open and relaxed.

[librarian167]

"Not a cleaner," Flynn said. He really should have taken some notice sooner. "A fighter," he concluded, spotting the small details that give it away. "Why are you cleaning?"

[light_of_willpower]

Small details, sure. The awareness, how Trunks held himself, his build--he'd left his sword and jacket in one of the other rooms. Aside from the unexpectedness of being mistaken for a cleaner, he wasn't really upset at the mistake.

Especially since the follow-up question was clearly harmless. Relaxing from the hint of annoyance, he turned more fully to the other and shrugged a shoulder. "Needed something to do, and it was relaxing."

[librarian167]

"It's frustrating." Flynn clenched his hands. "We've been dropped into a Library where we can't read the books because we can't tell which are dangerous. Which, fine," he went on, pacing as he got into his stride with his rant, "I understand dangerous books, but they need cataloging properly. And have you seen the books?" He stopped and looked at Trunks. "They have books on Pre-Babylonian pottery and post World War II town planning and sword fighting techniques in Renaissance Italy." He threw his hands up. "What are we supposed to do, pretend they're not there?"

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks watched for a moment, then crossed his arms over his chest and listened. Seems like the guy needed to vent, and Trunks could understand that. It's part of why he'd taken to cleaning--something to help him calm down after his time in the village, and then being snuck up on by Rose.

"I have seen the books, got pulled into one of the really dangerous ones too." He commented, not really trying to refute how frustrating this must be for someone who clearly loved them. He knew this kind of passion--he'd seen it in his mother's eyes when she worked on machines, or was tinkering with some new invention.

[bigbadrose]

"How do you even have so much energy left?" Rose hands Trunks a wet towel and looks relatively dead on her feet. Of course, Rose's problem was that after hop-skip-jumping her way through board games, she decided to run around playing tag and hide & seek. But still, she's pretty impressed. Even if her goal is just to find a sleeping bag equivalent and a not-so dusty place to curl up in.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was just getting done moving all the furniture out from where it'd been stored in the room, and was just about to start dusting. Good timing Rose. A blink, and a hint of smile. At least she hadn't snuck up on him. "Lots of practice."

Saiyans were originally from a planet that had 10x Earth's Gravity, so tended to have more endurance and stamina. Even with that part of his heritage blocked, as a demi-saiyan, he was used to working hard and going until he dropped.

[bigbadrose]

"UGH," Rose flomped on the nearest piece of not-completely disgusting furniture, just in your space, invading, as she does, "I feel tired just watching you," she laughed quietly.

[light_of_willpower]

That would likely be the desk-chair, although he still needs to wipe that down and dust it. Fortunately it seemed like most things just needed dusting and airing out. "Sorry." Sincere, even if he's not going to stop as he's hauling the mattresses off the bed and leaning 'em against the wall.

"Tired of sneaking up on people already, or were you getting into some other kind of trouble?" Definite amusement in his tone, as he moves with the damp cloth and bucket to start wiping down wood and metal.

[bigbadrose]

She giggles evilly, turns around so she's backwards in the chair, straddling it and leaning on the back before spinning around in a lazy circle. Nice figure, lots of muscles. She'll just quietly enjoy the view, thank you very much!

"Yes," fufufuf. The latter one mostly. "I heard my friend might be here from one of my hide and go seek, tag, guess-who victims, but he must be on the go. Like I said, he never sleeps much. You seem almost at home with all this though, yeah?" It's a question... sort of. She meant it to be more of a question than it sounds anyway.

[light_of_willpower]

Definitely confirmed what he'd said about being a fighter, when she'd startled him before from her game. Honestly, he seemed kind of oblivious to her staring. At least in any way other than that she's just being companionable.

"At home with what, cleaning and adventure?" There's still amusement in his tone, shifting the furniture some so he can continue dusting. Then it's wiped down with a clean rag, and the mattresses go back on.