Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
"Huh," Kaisel says with a brief pause to the work as Rroonniinn (double, you see) clarifies for Noe. Maybe if he'd paid more attention to his demigod studies he would have known that, but it'd always been easier to study the outside of the window instead. "Learn something new every day," he hums, even if it is probably something he already knew and since forgot, same as feeling rich when you find money in your pocket.
As Ronin sets about sea-breezing the outside in spectacular fashion, Noe's hand at some rearranging starts to really brighten the place up into something that feels tolerable. Kaisel grabs one of the tool kits to get to repairing the locker door that isn't closing right, and glances over to find that wouldn't you know it, the little shithole office is actually more tolerable than it seemed. Sometimes, all something needs is a little TLC, which could be their band name after this. Dibs on care.
Closing the locker door, which works now, he heads over to the crooked wall sconce. "Hey this place isn't so bad after all, eh?" he asks of no one in particular as he holds the object steady and retightens it into something usable again. "Better yet, no one really thought we'd get it cleaned up so nice that I don't think I'll have to share for a while yet." Wishful thinking perhaps, but they say to dress for the job you want, so maybe thinking about the things you want works too. Shockingly though, Kaisel doesn't do well alone. Not quite separation-anxiety-dog-chews-up-the-house-level, buuuuut he would definitely be sending Flora waaaaaay too many parchment notes if no one moved into the lockers here with him.
Finishing up by straightening the paintings on the wall, and realigning one of the desk drawers that proved troublesome, he nods happily at their progress. "Alright, I think finishing touches with some dusting and polishing, sweeping and mopping, and window cleaning and this place will be good as new!"
4/4
Everyone has finished up the bulk of the cleaning, good job! Time for some finishing touches. Please either dust/polish, sweep/mop, or clean the windows.
As Ronin sets about sea-breezing the outside in spectacular fashion, Noe's hand at some rearranging starts to really brighten the place up into something that feels tolerable. Kaisel grabs one of the tool kits to get to repairing the locker door that isn't closing right, and glances over to find that wouldn't you know it, the little shithole office is actually more tolerable than it seemed. Sometimes, all something needs is a little TLC, which could be their band name after this. Dibs on care.
Closing the locker door, which works now, he heads over to the crooked wall sconce. "Hey this place isn't so bad after all, eh?" he asks of no one in particular as he holds the object steady and retightens it into something usable again. "Better yet, no one really thought we'd get it cleaned up so nice that I don't think I'll have to share for a while yet." Wishful thinking perhaps, but they say to dress for the job you want, so maybe thinking about the things you want works too. Shockingly though, Kaisel doesn't do well alone. Not quite separation-anxiety-dog-chews-up-the-house-level, buuuuut he would definitely be sending Flora waaaaaay too many parchment notes if no one moved into the lockers here with him.
Finishing up by straightening the paintings on the wall, and realigning one of the desk drawers that proved troublesome, he nods happily at their progress. "Alright, I think finishing touches with some dusting and polishing, sweeping and mopping, and window cleaning and this place will be good as new!"
4/4
Everyone has finished up the bulk of the cleaning, good job! Time for some finishing touches. Please either dust/polish, sweep/mop, or clean the windows.
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
