Cleaning up the Residential Area

[hadthehighground]

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and You!
What: Tidying up the place!
When: Any day between their arrival and the first tests.
Where: Residential Area
Warnings: None atm, will adjust if need be.

Thanks to Aerith healing his wounds, it didn’t take Obi-Wan long to feel like himself again. Or, well, as much like himself as possible considering circumstances. 

While he didnt much care for this place, the Jedi is patient, and waiting for an opportunity to find a way out. It’s clear that won’t be easy. At least somewhat feigning cooperation might help though. But for now, what he simply can’t stand is to willingly live in filth. This whole place has obviously seen better days. If they were going to live here for awhile, he would like it to be at least somewhat comfortable. 

So anyone milling about might find this man making such an attempt. Going around picking up and reorganizing the furniture, cleaning them as best be can, and discarding anything broken or is clearly trash that they can’t use. This will extend to the kitchen and the bathrooms as well. Though he will let the ladies handle their own.

Anyone is welcome to come help him, though he won’t ask. You can also just watch and make comments at him if you like. He won’t reallt mind.

Comments

[movesahead]

Darius hadn't seen the other man in a bit, not since the bathroom and ice. It's startling to see that the damage is now completely gone as if it never existed in the first place. Ice and time would certainly not do that under any circumstances. Which meant that either there was more to The Cooler than he'd known from the schematics (not including the areas blocked off and unlabeled), or someone had an ability that was beyond his world's comprehension. Both were possible with the way things were and how unknown everything was.

He noticed Obi-Wan moving for something particularly unwieldy and made his way over. "Need a hand with that?" His tone was friendly; after all, he didn't dislike the man. In fact, he seemed rather pleasant - even if their first meeting had contained far more blood than Darius liked.

[infelicis]

As the days moved, one to another, it was becoming more and more clear to Felix that this wasn't some strange fever dream, that he really was in a completely different reality, trapped with strangers, and awaiting some sort of strange "testing" by a disembodied voice he'd been told was called an "AI Computer". There was little to no information on the terminals related to "computers" and none on "AIs" and so he'd decided to busy himself with more mundane tasks. Joinin Obi-Wan in moving the sofa on the commons seemed like a good place to star.

The younger man smiles amicably enough as he approaches, raising a hand in greeting as well.

"Would you like a hand? It is our furniture, after all."