stableman: (Now I'm sad)
Detlef Zauber ([personal profile] stableman) wrote in [community profile] northclifflogs 2019-08-22 11:17 pm (UTC)

OTA - Detlef

Rock the Stablah

About a half-hour after the mud has stopped its progress, Detlef is standing in the stables looking up at the decimated roof, muck-filled stalls, and destroyed feed. It's a disaster. The horses are now tied up out in the paddock, at least. There are also a few towel-bundled cats practically stacked up by his hearth, fully on display through the open door since it's his roof that's shot too. This is the disadvantage of living where you work.

"Good," he says, sounding and looking exhausted. "This is exactly what I wanted today." There's a few shovels near him, a stack of towels awaiting muddy cats under the part of the hayloft that's survived, and more work than he knows how to start.

Rock the Barbah

He's soaked, huddled over a hot toddy and a bowl of hot stew, dripping at the counter and staring into nothingness. Maybe he can't really afford to be eating out right now, but he doesn't have the brain to pull anything together right now. Everything about him says he's exhausted and out of it, so clearly it's the perfect time to pester him.

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