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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[inmyothertights]

[Billy looks at the wagon wheel]

What if it collapses?

[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.

[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?

[inmyothertights]

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

Um.

I packed a lot of water.

[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.

[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.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

There has to be something.

[Looking at the wagon suspiciously, he tentatively climbs in.]

We had to pack some repair supplies, didn't we?

[inmyothertights]

[Creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak]

Uh.

I think there's a box? Somewhere.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Somewhere.

[Cinna mumbles as he starts peering in, around and behind boxes.]

[inmyothertights]

I think it might be behind the beef jerky?

[Maybe.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Ah, there it is.]

Found it! But there's only tools.

[He backs put of the wagon even slower than the got into it. Setting the tool-kit on the ground he looks at the lean, even more pronounced.]

Perhaps we should find a lard stone or something to brace this side? The last thing we want is to break it further.

[inmyothertights]

Um, we can use one of the boxes of water.

[They're heavy and enormous]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Very well. Help me?

[He starts to the back of the wagon, motioning for Billy to follow him.]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy goes to help move a box filled with jugs and jugs of water.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna's not the strongest, but they manage to get one of the large containers onto the ground near the leaning wheel.]

I'll... hold up the wagon and you slide it under?

[inmyothertights]

[Billy takes the tools and holds them a little awkwardly]

Well, I mean...it can't hurt, right?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Well, at the very least it will stop the lean so we can work on a repair solution.

[He moves to the edge of the wagon and pulls upward.]

Hurry, I can't hold this for long.

[inmyothertights]

[Sob please no squishing. He starts to work as soon as he slips under]

Why was this a good idea, again?