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 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?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Because we can't fix the axle if it's still bearing weight?

[He thinks.]

[inmyothertights]

I meant the going to Oregon part.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Because there are opportunities there that we don't have in the East. I, for example, can buy a large swath of land to settle down with my sweetheart.

[inmyothertights]

[Grunt, and a crack, and Billy hurries out from under]

Swath of land here?

[The axle is 100% broken]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna jumps back. That was close.]

No, I've purchased land in Oregon.

[inmyothertights]

You maaaaaaaaaaaay have to settle for Nebraska.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Cinna plops down on the ground.]

I can't afford to get slowed down.

[inmyothertights]

[Pause]

You really like her, don't you?