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Moving Woes
Nov. 4th, 2015 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
esperciallyWHO: Getsuei and whatever poor soul comes across her path
WHERE: On the side of the road in downtown Birchpointe, and later in front of an apartment building.
WHEN: Early November, mid-day
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Either/or
WARNINGS: nah
A
[Moving is never easy. Something always goes wrong, no matter what. If it doesn't fall apart at the start, it does at the end. Getsuei should have known this; she should have seen the warning signs when she found a really good deal on an apartment in a decent city, or when she discovered there was nothing major wrong with it, or when she found a coupon for a moving truck. Things were going too well.]
[Which is probably why she ended up driving through a pack of Chaotics just outside town. By a stroke of luck ,she managed to outrun them, but they took their toll. The poor van managed to make it a short way into the city, but it gave up just a bit too soon.]
[So now, there is a beaten-down moving van on the side of the road, filled with scorch marks, claw marks, and bites, three popped tires and the fourth barely recognizable as one, a smoking engine, and a completely missing driver's side door. There's a short woman of... indistinguishable race and/or species under the hood trying to fix it, but judging from the fact that her efforts amount to punching the engine block, it's not going so well.]
[Perhaps she could use a hand.]
B
[By some miracle, the moving van situation gets sorted out. Getsuei manages to make it to her new place with everything mostly intact, but one problem remains: her apartment's on the third floor and those staircases are tiny. How is she going to get her stuff up there? She could carry it just fine thanks to her abilities as an esper, but that doesn't solve the problem of getting things to fit into that stairwell.]
[...]
[...She's got an idea, but she's gonna need help. Maybe someone walking by could give her a hand? Doesn't hurt to ask.]
Hey, hey! You! D'you think you can catch a couch? What about a dresser?
WHERE: On the side of the road in downtown Birchpointe, and later in front of an apartment building.
WHEN: Early November, mid-day
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Either/or
WARNINGS: nah
A
[Moving is never easy. Something always goes wrong, no matter what. If it doesn't fall apart at the start, it does at the end. Getsuei should have known this; she should have seen the warning signs when she found a really good deal on an apartment in a decent city, or when she discovered there was nothing major wrong with it, or when she found a coupon for a moving truck. Things were going too well.]
[Which is probably why she ended up driving through a pack of Chaotics just outside town. By a stroke of luck ,she managed to outrun them, but they took their toll. The poor van managed to make it a short way into the city, but it gave up just a bit too soon.]
[So now, there is a beaten-down moving van on the side of the road, filled with scorch marks, claw marks, and bites, three popped tires and the fourth barely recognizable as one, a smoking engine, and a completely missing driver's side door. There's a short woman of... indistinguishable race and/or species under the hood trying to fix it, but judging from the fact that her efforts amount to punching the engine block, it's not going so well.]
[Perhaps she could use a hand.]
B
[By some miracle, the moving van situation gets sorted out. Getsuei manages to make it to her new place with everything mostly intact, but one problem remains: her apartment's on the third floor and those staircases are tiny. How is she going to get her stuff up there? She could carry it just fine thanks to her abilities as an esper, but that doesn't solve the problem of getting things to fit into that stairwell.]
[...]
[...She's got an idea, but she's gonna need help. Maybe someone walking by could give her a hand? Doesn't hurt to ask.]
Hey, hey! You! D'you think you can catch a couch? What about a dresser?
