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genessia2017-10-08 09:50 pm
solar_flare) wrote in genessia2017-10-08 09:50 pm
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Housecleaning
WHO: Mercury Black and Yang Xiao Long
WHAT: In exchange for three favorsand choosing Marry over Shag, Mercury helps Yang clean up the old RWBY house. It's like they're starting to become friends or something.
WHEN: October 7th, 2017
WHERE: Genessia City
Houses were funny things. When people stopped living in them, they seemed to fall into disrepair, gathering dust, mold, and dirt seemingly much faster than they did when they were being used. It was as if they got lonely without people around.
Yang wasn't sure if she'd wind up living in this place permanently. She'd wanted to, because it was a goal they'd all worked toward years ago when she was first kicking around Genessia, and she liked the idea of falling asleep in a place that was likely still full of good memories.
But...
As she'd walked through the rooms, hearing the soft creak of floorboards and little else, she knew it wasn't going to satisfy that longing deep inside of her, the need for things to be what they once were. Blake and Ruby weren't here. Weiss was...different. Yang wasn't even sure her teammate still regarded her as a teammate anymore, and it was a strange, lonely feeling. Both Weiss and Sun didn't seem all that amenable to the possibility of renting the vacant house out to anyone else other than Yang, and the thought of being alone in a big empty space just didn't mesh well with who Yang was, or what she wanted to be.
Still, however things managed to shake out, she did want to clean it up so that it was comfortable and cozy...well, as "cozy" as a house of that size could be anyway...if not for herself then for Weiss. Yang had spent the previous days gathering up a host of supplies for the job -- dust cloths, laundry and dish detergent, a broom, a mop, sponges -- so that the place would be as good as new when she was finished. It was a big job for just one person, but honestly? Yang was looking forward to it. She had full use of both hands now, and she was so glad she didn't have to sweep with just her left arm anymore.
The addition of Mercury as a second helper was unexpected. She really hadn't believed him to be the kind of guy who was on board with any of this, but their playful banter had led to an arrangement of sorts. He'd help her out with the chores, and she'd owe him three favors to be agreed upon in the future. ...And there would be pineapple pizza and soda too, to seal the deal. She wasn't sure when he'd arrive to get started, but as for Yang herself, she headed out at daybreak, a stereo in one hand, and a bucket holding the last of the cleaning materials in the other. Her loose-fitting cargo pants were comfortable for housework, as was the snug orange tanktop that bared her right metal arm to the world. Yang's wild blonde hair was tied up into a thick ponytail to keep it out of the way, since the last thing she wanted was her pride and joy tumbling into the toilet while she was scrubbing out the water stains.
She made a list of everything that needed to be done so each item could be crossed off. The chores were separated by room, with asterisks next to the things she wanted to prioritize. After all, the weather was fine for today, but those clouds hinted that rain might be on the horizon tomorrow, so the outdoor chores had to be done first.
Planting the boombox on the counter and cracking open the windows so she could hear her music loud and clear, she cranked up the volume and got to work.
Moving from bedroom to bedroom, she pulled the sheets and blankets from the beds, gathered the towels from the bathrooms and linen closets, and bundled everything into one big pile in the laundry room. There was only one machine, which meant it would take hours to finish every load. Best to get that going since she could work on other things while the machines did their job. Then she grabbed a stepladder from the garage, filled a bucket with soapy water, and tossed a big yellow sponge inside.
And that was how Mercury would find Yang, with the ladder propped up against the house wall. The bucket was balanced on the top step, and she was busily engaged scrubbing the grime off of the windows. Thick suds coasted down her arm, tracing the grooves of her painted arm and dripping from her elbow. Most of the windows were already washed down, still wet and glistening in the morning sun, and needed only to be rinsed with the coil of garden hose she'd hooked up to the spigot.
The window on the side of the garage had been broken, so she'd left that one alone except to seal it with a sheet of plastic and duct tape. Mercury was good with machines, maybe he was able to fix it. She figured she'd ask once he arrived.
WHAT: In exchange for three favors
WHEN: October 7th, 2017
WHERE: Genessia City
Houses were funny things. When people stopped living in them, they seemed to fall into disrepair, gathering dust, mold, and dirt seemingly much faster than they did when they were being used. It was as if they got lonely without people around.
Yang wasn't sure if she'd wind up living in this place permanently. She'd wanted to, because it was a goal they'd all worked toward years ago when she was first kicking around Genessia, and she liked the idea of falling asleep in a place that was likely still full of good memories.
But...
As she'd walked through the rooms, hearing the soft creak of floorboards and little else, she knew it wasn't going to satisfy that longing deep inside of her, the need for things to be what they once were. Blake and Ruby weren't here. Weiss was...different. Yang wasn't even sure her teammate still regarded her as a teammate anymore, and it was a strange, lonely feeling. Both Weiss and Sun didn't seem all that amenable to the possibility of renting the vacant house out to anyone else other than Yang, and the thought of being alone in a big empty space just didn't mesh well with who Yang was, or what she wanted to be.
Still, however things managed to shake out, she did want to clean it up so that it was comfortable and cozy...well, as "cozy" as a house of that size could be anyway...if not for herself then for Weiss. Yang had spent the previous days gathering up a host of supplies for the job -- dust cloths, laundry and dish detergent, a broom, a mop, sponges -- so that the place would be as good as new when she was finished. It was a big job for just one person, but honestly? Yang was looking forward to it. She had full use of both hands now, and she was so glad she didn't have to sweep with just her left arm anymore.
The addition of Mercury as a second helper was unexpected. She really hadn't believed him to be the kind of guy who was on board with any of this, but their playful banter had led to an arrangement of sorts. He'd help her out with the chores, and she'd owe him three favors to be agreed upon in the future. ...And there would be pineapple pizza and soda too, to seal the deal. She wasn't sure when he'd arrive to get started, but as for Yang herself, she headed out at daybreak, a stereo in one hand, and a bucket holding the last of the cleaning materials in the other. Her loose-fitting cargo pants were comfortable for housework, as was the snug orange tanktop that bared her right metal arm to the world. Yang's wild blonde hair was tied up into a thick ponytail to keep it out of the way, since the last thing she wanted was her pride and joy tumbling into the toilet while she was scrubbing out the water stains.
She made a list of everything that needed to be done so each item could be crossed off. The chores were separated by room, with asterisks next to the things she wanted to prioritize. After all, the weather was fine for today, but those clouds hinted that rain might be on the horizon tomorrow, so the outdoor chores had to be done first.
Planting the boombox on the counter and cracking open the windows so she could hear her music loud and clear, she cranked up the volume and got to work.
Moving from bedroom to bedroom, she pulled the sheets and blankets from the beds, gathered the towels from the bathrooms and linen closets, and bundled everything into one big pile in the laundry room. There was only one machine, which meant it would take hours to finish every load. Best to get that going since she could work on other things while the machines did their job. Then she grabbed a stepladder from the garage, filled a bucket with soapy water, and tossed a big yellow sponge inside.
And that was how Mercury would find Yang, with the ladder propped up against the house wall. The bucket was balanced on the top step, and she was busily engaged scrubbing the grime off of the windows. Thick suds coasted down her arm, tracing the grooves of her painted arm and dripping from her elbow. Most of the windows were already washed down, still wet and glistening in the morning sun, and needed only to be rinsed with the coil of garden hose she'd hooked up to the spigot.
The window on the side of the garage had been broken, so she'd left that one alone except to seal it with a sheet of plastic and duct tape. Mercury was good with machines, maybe he was able to fix it. She figured she'd ask once he arrived.