HOTARU
Hotaru gives a helpless little laugh at Deimos' wry response, gratefully allowing him to lug the wood up and out of her arms. Whether it is Isuma's darling presence or simply them being better together, everything goes so well that Hotaru is nearly shocked by the turn-around. The counter is placed and nailed with no stubbed fingers or ill-placed swings, and the crack is in the perfect place to be easily cut off when shaping the new piece of wood to the counter below. As she moves to help Deimos with the tables, these go along just as easily, setting up a rhythm as the skeletons of the frames come together one after another.
Weaver's luck (or skill, perhaps) holds strong, the wax pliable and easy to spread. There are nearly no blemishes in the coating she puts down, and while she traps Jigano in the room next to her she is successful in escaping herself without leaving a single footprint behind. It will need to be left to cure and harden, and Hotaru glances up at the woman when she sees the tasks for the room are complete for now. "You're ahead of us all," she greets with a playful smile, inviting the woman closer. "This room is mostly decorating now, care to return the painting favor?" With a wink she plucks the paint bucket from where it has sat in the corner with various brushes. "Mostly just the check in counter and the back wall." Appearances are important after all, and both would be objects or areas first viewed when entering.
Jigano's luck falters, perhaps because the adorable griffin has left him? It is enough to get the rocks and permafrost out, but he still has much to do to catch up as the work is grueling and slow, reluctant to part beneath magic and tool alike. It is just barely enough, and who cares about how perfect it is when it will be below your feet and several pounds of mud below? Hotaru is content with it, and takes pity on the man's sweaty work to happily direct him to laying the stones to line the bath.
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Everyone had AMAZING rolls! (Except Jigano, oops!) You've sped through your tasks because of it. Weaver is tasked with painting, Hotaru and Deimos still need to outfit and pad the tables, and Jigano can throw in the towel and begin lining the pool with rocks!
Weaver's luck (or skill, perhaps) holds strong, the wax pliable and easy to spread. There are nearly no blemishes in the coating she puts down, and while she traps Jigano in the room next to her she is successful in escaping herself without leaving a single footprint behind. It will need to be left to cure and harden, and Hotaru glances up at the woman when she sees the tasks for the room are complete for now. "You're ahead of us all," she greets with a playful smile, inviting the woman closer. "This room is mostly decorating now, care to return the painting favor?" With a wink she plucks the paint bucket from where it has sat in the corner with various brushes. "Mostly just the check in counter and the back wall." Appearances are important after all, and both would be objects or areas first viewed when entering.
Jigano's luck falters, perhaps because the adorable griffin has left him? It is enough to get the rocks and permafrost out, but he still has much to do to catch up as the work is grueling and slow, reluctant to part beneath magic and tool alike. It is just barely enough, and who cares about how perfect it is when it will be below your feet and several pounds of mud below? Hotaru is content with it, and takes pity on the man's sweaty work to happily direct him to laying the stones to line the bath.
Everyone had AMAZING rolls! (Except Jigano, oops!) You've sped through your tasks because of it. Weaver is tasked with painting, Hotaru and Deimos still need to outfit and pad the tables, and Jigano can throw in the towel and begin lining the pool with rocks!
she's a butcher with a smile
cut me deeper than I've ever been
cut me deeper than I've ever been
