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.]

Comments

[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.

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"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?"

[light_of_willpower]

He's finished one room, and just about to start on another so she has good timing. A brief informal bow, as he'd waited for her at the next room. "Trunks Briefs. Nice to meet you Ms. Callahan." Polite as always.

[unfavorableinstigation]

This time she returned the bow, smiling.

"The same to you, Trunks."

She'd feel weird calling him "Mr. Briefs!"

She looked in on the next room.

"You go high, I go low?"

At least the rooms didn't seem to need vacuuming!

[light_of_willpower]

"I was thinking I pull down the furniture, you dust?" The furniture had all been moved into a corner, chair on the desk, so the room could store more as needed. Then it was dusting with the damp-cloth, wiping with the dry-cloth, and then making beds and putting towels out.

[unfavorableinstigation]

"Works for me," Nita said.

The work would go by fast, especially with two hard workers at hand.

[light_of_willpower]

That'll work then, as he gives a nod. Moving the furniture out from where it'd been piled and/or leaned into one corner. Taking the 'heavy lifting' so to speak, making sure she had room to work too. Once it was all, he joined her with the wiping down and dusting.