15th Design [accidental video]

[threadthefire]

[Here's Cinna, standing outside, next to your typical covered wagon. He's in, gasp, common clothing and a big floppy hat which is currently held in his hand as he scratches his head.]

Why won't it move forward?

[He kicks the wheel and the entire wagon leans.]

...That wasn't supposed to happen was it?

[ooc: Cinna is a banker, which means rich, but skill-less. Oops. Good luck fixing that axle, right? Party members include Billy and possibly Rue. Anyone else care to join?]

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a u d i o ][

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ She's not sure where to start. The clothes? The tilted wagon of impending difficulties? Probably the clothes. Um. ] I'm not an expert, but I'll go with 'no'. [ Also what is up with the City's curse today...Katniss may or may not want to actually know. ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy is staring at the wagon]

Wait will it lean like that when we're inside?

a u d i o ][

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Then I'll have to fix it.

...Somehow.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna looks at Billy, then back to the wagon.]

I rather thing it will lean worse. It has to be broken, but how?

[inmyothertights]

[There is some staring]

Maybe I mispacked the water.

[There's a LOT of water back there]

a u d i o ][

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ Katniss isn't bad with a hammer but a wagon, well there's a fair chance she'll break it worse than fix it so she pauses, thumb on the device absently, turning it over in her hand. ] Is there...anyone with you who has...who might be better at it? [ That is, she's guessing, just about anyone. A fine design and machination of clothing is not the same as a mode of transport after all, but then, maybe some of the basics (this goes here, not here) can be applied, worst case scenario. ] Or should we get someone?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[He kicks the dusty ground a little.]

One of us should go underneath and see if we can see what's wrong.

[He's sorely hoping you volunteer. Cinna doesn't want to get his clothes dirty.]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy looks at the wagon wheel]

What if it collapses?

a u d i o ][

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I really don't know. I just found a group in St. Louis that I could join up with, I don't know them very well.

[Which was probably a mistake. Crossing the prairie with strangers had sounded like a good idea, but perhaps not.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Do you think it might?

[Yeah, Cinna really looks worried now...]

[inmyothertights]

I'm going to say right now, my experience with wagons is limited to the toy variety.

a u d i o ][

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ . . .ah. One of those curses. The ones where people change...right. Katniss blinks at the device, brow arching before she rolls her eyes. It seems...harmless so far, if a little silly. Then again she might be jumping to conclusions; the City makes it perpetually difficult to tell. ] Oh. Uh....who exactly did you join up with?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is ridiculous.

[Cinna sets his hat on the ground and laying on his back, he slides under the wagon. He has no idea what he's looking for, but that suspicious bend and crack in the... axle (?) looks like it might be the culprit. From underneath the wagon, he calls out.]

Did you pack any additional of these rods that go between the wheels?

a u d i o ][

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

A nice young man named Billy. He looks strong and hearty.

[inmyothertights]

[Billy goes around to look at Cinna under the wagon]

Um.

I packed a lot of water.

a u d i o ][

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ Strong and hearty. Well. That's...good... Katniss nods half to herself. What kind of curse is this? ] And where are you guys now? [ Or, rather where do you think you are? ]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna slides out and looks at Billy.]

You do realize that we require more than just water? Surely there are other supplies you packed.

[inmyothertights]

Dehydration kills, Cinna.

[pause]

I also packed some food.

a u d i o ][

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I believe we must be somewhere in Nebraska by now. [He has to think. That sounds right, doesn't it? Nebraska? Perhaps he should have spent more time in classes studying the stars.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

It's nice to know my money was paying for something useful.

[Standing, he sighs. There's grass all over his clothing.]

But we need something to repair or replace that axle thing or we'll never make it out of... Nebraska, is this?

[inmyothertights]

[Billy peers]

Can we use a stick?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna takes a deep breath.]

I rather doubt it, take a look for yourself.

[inmyothertights]

[Billy goes to look, getting right under the wagon]

Why can't this be the Nebraska trail?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Take a look around, Billy, would you settle here?

[inmyothertights]

[Billy's looking at the axle, thank you]

I don't know if we're going to have a lot of choice here.