[PQ] [se] absence of light

MABEL

Hopefully everyone else in the group was tenacious and determined, because wooden boards were suddenly proving to be far more than she’d gambled.

Content with the new idea, and nodding that she was fine (she’d heard the ouch in between, and pondered over the length of time it would take to get them to the infirmary; for she certainly had no nursing skills, or bandages nearby), Mabel thought smashing them into pieces would be just fine. A stress relief. A way to cope with the ridiculous nuances hovering over the party.

So it was, in…a way.

The pieces splintered, fractured, and flew as rapaciously and murderously as before. This time Mabel managed to duck, but she wasn’t certain if Cameron had enough ability to get out of the way in time. “This is ridiculous,” she snapped, eventually placing one heel in a crushing blow to the boards. It shouldn’t have been that difficult. But at the very least, the boards had been smashed. “We can pry up the nails then,” she uttered on a heavy sigh.

Aamu, for his part, did in fact manage to scurry down the ladder, grab hold of the shingles, and climb back up, with no issue. A relief in and of itself, truly, considering all the other circumstances. He’d be able to start the process all over again.

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More cruddy dice rolls!

Cameron and Mabel can pry up the nails, and Aamu can try shingling again!

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