IC: Prior to the Network Shutdown and post torte time with Nunnally

[thekingsgambit]

[One failemp appears to be lugging around a backpack this morning. Whatever could that be for?]

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[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[GOOD. This might take a while, between harsh breaths and long pauses.]

[ascendthethorns]

[Are you making any progress?]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[No. :(]

[ascendthethorns]

Give me the hammer, Lelouch.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[... does so after a minute or two of reevaluating the beam's position.]

I suppose you will be able to get more leverage.

[ascendthethorns]

[Takes the hammer, then steps away from the beam. It barely stands on its own; in fact, it wobbles and Lelouch will have to stop it from toppling over.]

Keep it steady at 90° to the ground.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Obviously. Any other angle would not support the fence's structure.

[Just hammer the stupid beam!]

[ascendthethorns]

[... test hammer. IS THE BEAM STEADY?!]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[YES! Okay, hands might be shaking a bit when she hits it, but otherwise STEADY.]

[ascendthethorns]

[OH GOOD. Then the beam is secure a few strikes later.]

Go ahead and place the nails now.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Doing so, methodically of course.]

That roll should be enough to cover the length of it. I checked the measurements three times to be sure.

[ascendthethorns]

Not four?

[Pulling the dolly of beams to the next beamspot.]

Here.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Smirks slightly.]

There was not enough time.

[Also, setting up the next post.]

[ascendthethorns]

[Hammering it down!]

Another project?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[I'm going to have splinters, I bet.]

Ah, the one elder sister suggested in fact.

[ascendthethorns]

[. . .]

I see. How was it?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

The torte? Or its making?

[ascendthethorns]

Both.

[Moves back so he can set the nails.]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Nailing stuff here.]

It was claimed a success, and Nunnally did much of the work. She should be bringing it around to the others today.

[ascendthethorns]

[Yays. Moving to the next spot and placing the next beam.]

Who claimed the success?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

... C.C. I expected Nunnally would not view her response as empty praise to humor her.

[Moving to hold it.]

[ascendthethorns]

The exercise wasn't meant to please the Source, or even to garner praise for Nunnally.

[... why yes, I am hammering a little harder this time.]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[You know, it's a little hard to hold this perfectly steady when you do that.]

It was meant to give her both a means of distraction and independence, and in those functions, it served admirably. She was pleased upon its conclusion and eager to share her creation. Does the manner in which she achieved this state truly matter more than that?

[ascendthethorns]

[Only because you have the muscle mass of a toddler.]

I have no interest in debating this today. Nails.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs halfheartedly and places the nails.]

We will have to arrange a day to see to the other pen as well, although the females are generally less keen on charging the fence as the males.