[ Ian does huff softly when Mace takes his hammer - yeah, he'd been absolutely right, Ian had every intention of nailing the damn thing up himself. There isn't much he's been able to do to contribute aside from summoning up things that are only useful about half the time.
All the same, he places his palm down on Mace's directly, skin on skin, fingers to wrist.
Muffled glow that doesn't feel warm or cold, but rather a little electric. Ionized particles. Ozone. Static cling. The light weight of nails slowly press down, and there are six when he takes his hand away. ]
They broke into the bedroom without waking either of us up.
[ He points out mildly, using the screwdriver to detach the four remaining panels of the drawer. While they're at it, they can board the door shut too. No telling if it'll make a difference, but... ]
I'm not that hard of a sleeper. Betting you're not, either. Not hard enough to sleep through a damn dresser sliding across a hardwood floor. It means they've gotta be pumping the room full of something, right?
[ Not that it matters. Mace is right, he's in no real condition to start a days-long trek into nowhere, he couldn't climb a tree well enough right now to save his life - which might be a literal concern. Their single play is Mace's idea right now.
Four panels taken apart, he saves one for himself on the bed to use as a tray.
Blue glow, this time it's there longer. Bright and burning away for minutes, because what he's making is complicated. It has chemical components. A specific structure. Ethanol gel in a shaped canister. A book of matches. ]
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All the same, he places his palm down on Mace's directly, skin on skin, fingers to wrist.
Muffled glow that doesn't feel warm or cold, but rather a little electric. Ionized particles. Ozone. Static cling. The light weight of nails slowly press down, and there are six when he takes his hand away. ]
They broke into the bedroom without waking either of us up.
[ He points out mildly, using the screwdriver to detach the four remaining panels of the drawer. While they're at it, they can board the door shut too. No telling if it'll make a difference, but... ]
I'm not that hard of a sleeper. Betting you're not, either. Not hard enough to sleep through a damn dresser sliding across a hardwood floor. It means they've gotta be pumping the room full of something, right?
[ Not that it matters. Mace is right, he's in no real condition to start a days-long trek into nowhere, he couldn't climb a tree well enough right now to save his life - which might be a literal concern. Their single play is Mace's idea right now.
Four panels taken apart, he saves one for himself on the bed to use as a tray.
Blue glow, this time it's there longer. Bright and burning away for minutes, because what he's making is complicated. It has chemical components. A specific structure. Ethanol gel in a shaped canister. A book of matches. ]