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hulloeverything) wrote in
paradisa2012-03-13 06:50 pm
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046 years late
[Eleven is bored. You don't want Eleven to get bored, people. When he gets bored he gets fidgety. When he gets fidgety he tends to... fidget. Those fidgets translate to IMPROVEMENTS!
Today was spent in the kitchen. Throughout the day he'd taken apart one of the walls and found something curious. Even more curious was that the kitchen was lacking one tap above the sink. Why, you ask? It already had hot and cold running water, what other tap does the kitchen really need? Isn't it obvious?
Lemonade.
Yes. Eleven has installed a lemonade tap in the kitchen. He's now sitting with his feet propped up on the kitchen table sipping a nice cool glass of lemonade from said faucet. There's a plate of jammy dodgers within reach and he has a notebook into which he's jotting down ideas for more improvements he can make upon Cair Paradisa. The journal is open nearby and he dictates idly]
So! Now that spring has officially sprung and it's nice and sunny and spring-y outside I'm thinking of trying to build something. I haven't a clue what, yet. Or, rather, I haven't a clue what it does... but it'll be something, a big... something... and that's something, isn't it?
[Pause... then the sounds of paper tearing and rustling as he crumples up his latest design and chucks it over his shoulder]
No. Strike that. That's rubbish. That was a big rubbish something and I'll have nothing to do with it.
[And with that he goes back to muttering to himself and writing furiously in his notebook. Clearly he needs to be bothered]
((ooc: That's right, people. There's now a lemonade tap in the kitchen. Mod approved!))
Today was spent in the kitchen. Throughout the day he'd taken apart one of the walls and found something curious. Even more curious was that the kitchen was lacking one tap above the sink. Why, you ask? It already had hot and cold running water, what other tap does the kitchen really need? Isn't it obvious?
Lemonade.
Yes. Eleven has installed a lemonade tap in the kitchen. He's now sitting with his feet propped up on the kitchen table sipping a nice cool glass of lemonade from said faucet. There's a plate of jammy dodgers within reach and he has a notebook into which he's jotting down ideas for more improvements he can make upon Cair Paradisa. The journal is open nearby and he dictates idly]
So! Now that spring has officially sprung and it's nice and sunny and spring-y outside I'm thinking of trying to build something. I haven't a clue what, yet. Or, rather, I haven't a clue what it does... but it'll be something, a big... something... and that's something, isn't it?
[Pause... then the sounds of paper tearing and rustling as he crumples up his latest design and chucks it over his shoulder]
No. Strike that. That's rubbish. That was a big rubbish something and I'll have nothing to do with it.
[And with that he goes back to muttering to himself and writing furiously in his notebook. Clearly he needs to be bothered]
((ooc: That's right, people. There's now a lemonade tap in the kitchen. Mod approved!))
