fourth pokéball ☯ action

[achromous]

A; Mitchell Road

[[Hilda is walking down the road with her Pokemon. This is normal enough for her, except for a couple of things:

One, she, Samurott, and Cinccino and carrying bags from the grocery and hardware store.

Two, Samurott had a refrigerator strapped to his back.]

B; 1447 Mitchell Road, basement

[Hilda has left the basement door open, which may be the first sign she is down there. Of course, come a bit closer and it's obvious something is going on down there, with all the noise. Head downstairs, and Hilda and her Pokemon are hard at work.

The refrigerator is set up in a corner of the basement, and Samurott and Cinccino are both putting the food away. Hilda herself has acquired tools from the garage and is doing her best to cut some planks of wood down. She's working from a book, but who knows how she got it (hint: Samurott acquired it from a drone man leaving the library).]

This would be easier if Liepard were here... Samurott, don't eat that, you'll spoil your dinner.

Comments

[achromous]

Yeah, I wrote them down... [She pages through the book a bit until she finds said measurements. Maybe she shouldn't be using that piece of paper as a bookmark.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. [Canada glances at the measurements, then grabs a pencil and measuring tape, double-checking a mark Hilda had already made before looking around for something to clamp the wood to the table with.]

[achromous]

[She brought all the tools and supplies downstairs, so there are probably clamps somewhere.]

Do you do things like this a lot?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Finding them with a little 'aha!' Canada goes about clamping the wood down, then grabbing the saw and starting to cut it.]

I guess you could say that. [A little shrug.] I used to help the women build wigwams and longhouses when I was small, then my mother's people let me sit in when they were building their houses. I much prefer to build my own things, when I can.

[achromous]

Countries have parents?

[She remembers learning about wigwams and longhouses in school, being in an expy of the United States and all.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Well, sort of. Not necessarily biologically, but I consider the first empire who took me in and tried to raise me to be my mother. Sometimes the second one, too, but she's grumpy.

[achromous]

Two empires? Who are they? ...Which are they? [How do you refer to country people.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Happily sawing away.] France and England! Well, the French and British Empires, if you're going to follow proper historical naming. They're both from close to where Holland's house is.

[achromous]

[Watching the sawing.] I'd really like to see a map of where you live.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[She gets that bit of sawing done easily enough and switches the wood around to go on to the next cut that needs to be made.] Have you got any paper down here?

[achromous]

Um, I should...

[Hilda walks off to dig through the bag she brought before returning!]

Well, it's loose leaf...

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

That works! Here, why don't you work on this while I draw it up before I forget?

[achromous]

Okay. What do I do?

[She looks at the book to try and see where they are in the process.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Just keep sawing along this line for now and, actually... [She'll mark up another piece of wood and set it next to Hilda for her to work on next while she gets to work drawing out the world.]

[achromous]

Can do!

[Hilda saws dutifully, following the lines Canada drew for her. She's slower at it than Canada, not wanting to make a mistake.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[It's all good, because Canada's taking her time drawing, tongue stuck out a little between her teeth in concentration because she really doesn't want to get anyone's coast wrong. She saves herself the pain of adding in every border ever, though, instead just noting hers with America and Newfoundland, then detailing western Europe, everyone's names added in tidy, tiny cursive.]

Ah... here's the jist of it.