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SIX. [Accidental Voice/Action]
Jun. 5th, 2010 01:06 am[The post begins with a soft, scarcely audible thump: the falling journal's trip from atop a table was cushioned by landing on something soft. It was still jarring enough to flip it open and begin recording, though. The light is just dim enough that one could probably tell that there is a candle atop the table that Fenimore is trying to steady after she knocked the journal off.
But it's certainly bright enough to see quite clearly that the extended arm is entirely bare. If one pays attention to the edges of the vision the journal offers and the bits of cloth sticking out there, one will note that what provided the soft landing was Fenimore's clothing. But probably the bathtub is the more immediate clue as to what is going on.
Fenimore is as of yet unaware of the sudden potential audience, as she's facing the opposite direction. Luck is somewhat on her side, though, as the journal only picks up her right arm, her right shoulder, and her hair due to the angle, all three quite wet. The latter of the list is undone from its normal style, and the former has a burn near her shoulder--given her complaints about the stove, it seems safe to assume she burned it trying to bend the stove to her will. In any case, it's already well on its way to being healed. Mostly, the journal is picking up the house's bathroom and the occasional bubble that drifts out of the tub. Someone has introduced Fenimore to the concept of bubble baths. Not naming any names, but it was Buffy.
Now that the candle is not in danger of toppling, Fenimore grabs the original target to her reaching before she had bumped the table. She draws her arm back so that it partially rests on the edge of the tub, elbow hanging over the side. As she turns towards it, just a little bit of her face pokes out beyond the hair. She found the object earlier amongst various bath supplies when she went poking around for the bubble bath.
She sighs.]
I wonder what you're supposed to be for?
[Squeak, replies the rubber duck as she gives it an experimental squeeze.]
But it's certainly bright enough to see quite clearly that the extended arm is entirely bare. If one pays attention to the edges of the vision the journal offers and the bits of cloth sticking out there, one will note that what provided the soft landing was Fenimore's clothing. But probably the bathtub is the more immediate clue as to what is going on.
Fenimore is as of yet unaware of the sudden potential audience, as she's facing the opposite direction. Luck is somewhat on her side, though, as the journal only picks up her right arm, her right shoulder, and her hair due to the angle, all three quite wet. The latter of the list is undone from its normal style, and the former has a burn near her shoulder--given her complaints about the stove, it seems safe to assume she burned it trying to bend the stove to her will. In any case, it's already well on its way to being healed. Mostly, the journal is picking up the house's bathroom and the occasional bubble that drifts out of the tub. Someone has introduced Fenimore to the concept of bubble baths. Not naming any names, but it was Buffy.
Now that the candle is not in danger of toppling, Fenimore grabs the original target to her reaching before she had bumped the table. She draws her arm back so that it partially rests on the edge of the tub, elbow hanging over the side. As she turns towards it, just a little bit of her face pokes out beyond the hair. She found the object earlier amongst various bath supplies when she went poking around for the bubble bath.
She sighs.]
I wonder what you're supposed to be for?
[Squeak, replies the rubber duck as she gives it an experimental squeeze.]
