COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
With everyone's efforts striving despite the sweat-spilling sunlight and the lip-chapping arid winds, they complete the base with a last, grudging flurry of hammer and nail. Colt plops back onto her ass, legs weary from so much kneeling, her knees red beneath the fabric where skin has answered to pressure and friction time and again. "Fucking hell," she pants, turning her forehead into her sleeve and wiping the drip of salt away. "We fucking did it. We're through the bulk of it now." Not done, mind you, but the thing at least has a complete base and a sturdy support, and it looks nearly like a done skyship port, akin to others if not bent to its own model for this region based on materials and surviving here.
"Lunch break!" she calls out, weaker than she means, fatigue robbing her of typical volume and splendor. Suddenly the effort to get back up doesn't seem worth it, and she nearly starfishes out on the fresh deck ready to let the sun bake her into nothing. Wyatt, faithful Wyatt, toes her side like she's no better than an errant and lazy horse napping in the sunshine, telling her to get off her ass. Grumbling, she does, sucking in a breath of prep before lurching forward back to her feet and clambering down to the tent to partake in another round of barely cooled drinks and dried foods. "I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It almost feels like heatstroke, but I think it's just the tail end of our plans." Some energy restored despite the unenthusiastic lunch she takes, it's enough to joke with Sohalia and Hotaru a bit, finding companionship amid the shared misery of this arduous task, and ever grateful that they're willing to submit themselves to this plight.
"Based on the plans," Colt says, more serious now as she flaps the now well-worn papers back open. "We just have the vertical supports to create, then access points, and reinforcements." Shoving the last bit of her granola bar in her mouth, Colt wipes the crumbs from her fingers absently on her pantleg. The bell sounds outside, ending their lunch in short order, and out again the heat beckons them while there's still daylight left. "Frame out the vertical supports today!" se calls to everyone, hammers and nails and wood still their best friends. "Space them out every so often, that'll allow the ships to tie off beside them, and we'll use cloud spider silk to help create tension into the pillars below to keep the weight centered." Hauling herself back up a ladder and onto their fresh base, Colt picks up another stack of cut and delivered wood and holds it in place as others begin to sing metal against wood, starting to frame the vertical supports.
Great job being BASIC. Onto building vertical supports!
"Lunch break!" she calls out, weaker than she means, fatigue robbing her of typical volume and splendor. Suddenly the effort to get back up doesn't seem worth it, and she nearly starfishes out on the fresh deck ready to let the sun bake her into nothing. Wyatt, faithful Wyatt, toes her side like she's no better than an errant and lazy horse napping in the sunshine, telling her to get off her ass. Grumbling, she does, sucking in a breath of prep before lurching forward back to her feet and clambering down to the tent to partake in another round of barely cooled drinks and dried foods. "I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It almost feels like heatstroke, but I think it's just the tail end of our plans." Some energy restored despite the unenthusiastic lunch she takes, it's enough to joke with Sohalia and Hotaru a bit, finding companionship amid the shared misery of this arduous task, and ever grateful that they're willing to submit themselves to this plight.
"Based on the plans," Colt says, more serious now as she flaps the now well-worn papers back open. "We just have the vertical supports to create, then access points, and reinforcements." Shoving the last bit of her granola bar in her mouth, Colt wipes the crumbs from her fingers absently on her pantleg. The bell sounds outside, ending their lunch in short order, and out again the heat beckons them while there's still daylight left. "Frame out the vertical supports today!" se calls to everyone, hammers and nails and wood still their best friends. "Space them out every so often, that'll allow the ships to tie off beside them, and we'll use cloud spider silk to help create tension into the pillars below to keep the weight centered." Hauling herself back up a ladder and onto their fresh base, Colt picks up another stack of cut and delivered wood and holds it in place as others begin to sing metal against wood, starting to frame the vertical supports.
Great job being BASIC. Onto building vertical supports!
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
