The sixteenth day of Summer, 513 A.V.
Working at the Warrens was a pretty great job, really. Meville barely even had a schedule. It was most dictated by how much money he wanted to make that season paired with Meville feeling especially helpful, which was rare. Thus, it was an even rarer sight to see the young man trudging from room to room through the snow with a bucked in one hand and mop in the other. When he did work, Meville usually manned the front desk which involved a whole lot of nothing interrupted by the occasional traveler needing a room but too tired to chat. Today, Meville was on cleaning duty, which involved a myriad of physically taxing tasks but not without reward. Oddly enough, cleaning shifts were Meville's favorite due to how very rarely he was assigned them and all the treasures the guests left behind. He loved nothing more than starting into a freshly left common room to find Mizas, little useless trinkets, and, occasionally, actual goodies in the form of expensive pieces of jewelry or exotic foodstuffs. That was probably the main reason Meville was so often kept off of cleaning duty: he had sticky fingers that tended to latch onto things that weren't his.
He whistled, poorly, as he opened to the door to his third complex. Meville was slightly taken aback by the oppressive odor of some overpowering musk the resident or "dents" of the room must have bathed in (and subsequently doused the entire room with the stuff). Taking a few deep breaths, Meville headed in, knocking his bucket half-full of water against his legs to avoid smashing it into the frame of the door. Once inside, he let the door close behind him as he set down both bucket and mop to appraise the situation. From a glance, the room was in fairly good condition. There were, of course, several pieces of furniture moved out of place, but overall the common room seemed fine except for the unbearable heady scent that lingered like some terrible ghost of the previous renter.
First things first, Meville moved everything back into place. He lazily removed his right arm as he gazed around. Once that was done, he began pushing the sofa back into its place while his astral arm drew fourth the rag within his bucket to begin wiping down the counters of the kitchen. Using his left arm to make sure the couch was where it was supposed to be, Meville only half paid attention to his right. All the cabins had the same layout, so checking behind him to make sure he was wiping the correct place was just a waste of time. He'd gotten cleaning down to a science, and he'd only done it a handful of times before.
His whistling began to pick up once more as the stench slowly changed for a burning to a dull throbbing sensation in his brain. He picked up the lamp off the floor and set it back on the side table, checking the oil to make sure it would still burn if lit. The entire time, his right arm slowly made it's circular way down the counters, pressing hard enough to remove the occasional spill or residue let upon the surface. He scanned the floor, checking for anything unusual or especially dirty but found only the customary dusty bunnies that resided beneath the protection of larger pieces of furniture. Couch and lamp back in place, Meville happily turned his attention to the kitchen where the rag moved in lazy circles. He'd been slightly favoring the lower half of the counters, so he readjusted his right arm to accommodate. Once that was done, he checked the icebox for any goodies, but was only rewarded with a questionable looking piece of fruit. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk of getting sick, Meville dropped the thing into the bin near the end of the counters. It landed with a surprising sploosh.
Meville's eyes widened in surprise as he peered into the bin to see what would have elicited the noise and was rewarded with another powerful whiff of the musk. The piece of fruit floated with apathetic abandon upon a dark liquid that was broken by various shards of glass. Apparently the renters hadn't been very fond of the cologne either. Meville grimaced as he glared down at the bin. He was going to have to take it all the way back to the office to dispose of the glass in a proper fashion. In fact, he'd probably have to toss the entire thing now that it was completely saturated with the terrible substance. Sighing, Meville decided to ignore it.
Removing his left arm as is right finished up the counters, Meville picked up the mop with both, dipping it liberally into the bucket before slapping it onto the wooded floors. Dragging the mop to the rightmost corner of the room, he began to mop. Just like with the counters, Meville could do an acceptable job of mopping without really looking for sizable intervals of time. He moved from the common room into the ground floor bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip. The air in the room was much more bearable than that of the common, so he very happily closed the door in an attempt to barricade himself in the relative sensual safety of the bedroom. The sheets were a bit of a mess, but the dresser and table were all clutter free. It didn't hurt to check them though, so he used his feet to pull open the drawers and check inside. Aside from a few hairs and some dirt that somehow always managed to find its way off of the ground and into the drawers, there wasn't anything of consequence.
Meville felt his arm bump against the wall, so he turned to poke his head out the door to reappraise his mopping trajectory. Unfortunately, he quickly realized he'd trapped himself into the bedroom when he'd closed it behind him. The doors were mean to open inward and were heavy enough to block out the majority of the noise from the common room. Meville bit his lower lip as his astral arms let go of the mop. Returning his arms when he couldn't see where they were was a problem. Unlike when arms were properly attached, Meville couldn't just "pull them back". They were, in a sense, entities of their own now, with an entirely separate focal point and directional system. Usually, that wasn't really a problem because he could see where they were combined with how they felt, but when his vision was cut off, it impaired him quite a bit.
Meville bit his lower lip as he moved his arms forward towards where he was fairly certain the wall was. When his fingers made contact with the wood, he began to move them towards where he thought the door was. His arms bumped against the corner of the wall signaling he'd been moving in the wrong direction. He let out a little sigh of frustration as he tried again in the opposite direction. His arms moved fairly quickly, as he didn't really like not being able to properly control them, so it wasn't long before they finally found the door. He had to run the along the cracks were the door fit into the wall to find the handle, but once that was done, he was able to push it open with little difficultly.
As soon as the door opened, the pungent smell of the cologne once more poured into the room, but it was almost welcoming as he glared down at the invisible pieces of his body. He decided it was probably best that he just keep all of him in one room.
He whistled, poorly, as he opened to the door to his third complex. Meville was slightly taken aback by the oppressive odor of some overpowering musk the resident or "dents" of the room must have bathed in (and subsequently doused the entire room with the stuff). Taking a few deep breaths, Meville headed in, knocking his bucket half-full of water against his legs to avoid smashing it into the frame of the door. Once inside, he let the door close behind him as he set down both bucket and mop to appraise the situation. From a glance, the room was in fairly good condition. There were, of course, several pieces of furniture moved out of place, but overall the common room seemed fine except for the unbearable heady scent that lingered like some terrible ghost of the previous renter.
First things first, Meville moved everything back into place. He lazily removed his right arm as he gazed around. Once that was done, he began pushing the sofa back into its place while his astral arm drew fourth the rag within his bucket to begin wiping down the counters of the kitchen. Using his left arm to make sure the couch was where it was supposed to be, Meville only half paid attention to his right. All the cabins had the same layout, so checking behind him to make sure he was wiping the correct place was just a waste of time. He'd gotten cleaning down to a science, and he'd only done it a handful of times before.
His whistling began to pick up once more as the stench slowly changed for a burning to a dull throbbing sensation in his brain. He picked up the lamp off the floor and set it back on the side table, checking the oil to make sure it would still burn if lit. The entire time, his right arm slowly made it's circular way down the counters, pressing hard enough to remove the occasional spill or residue let upon the surface. He scanned the floor, checking for anything unusual or especially dirty but found only the customary dusty bunnies that resided beneath the protection of larger pieces of furniture. Couch and lamp back in place, Meville happily turned his attention to the kitchen where the rag moved in lazy circles. He'd been slightly favoring the lower half of the counters, so he readjusted his right arm to accommodate. Once that was done, he checked the icebox for any goodies, but was only rewarded with a questionable looking piece of fruit. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk of getting sick, Meville dropped the thing into the bin near the end of the counters. It landed with a surprising sploosh.
Meville's eyes widened in surprise as he peered into the bin to see what would have elicited the noise and was rewarded with another powerful whiff of the musk. The piece of fruit floated with apathetic abandon upon a dark liquid that was broken by various shards of glass. Apparently the renters hadn't been very fond of the cologne either. Meville grimaced as he glared down at the bin. He was going to have to take it all the way back to the office to dispose of the glass in a proper fashion. In fact, he'd probably have to toss the entire thing now that it was completely saturated with the terrible substance. Sighing, Meville decided to ignore it.
Removing his left arm as is right finished up the counters, Meville picked up the mop with both, dipping it liberally into the bucket before slapping it onto the wooded floors. Dragging the mop to the rightmost corner of the room, he began to mop. Just like with the counters, Meville could do an acceptable job of mopping without really looking for sizable intervals of time. He moved from the common room into the ground floor bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip. The air in the room was much more bearable than that of the common, so he very happily closed the door in an attempt to barricade himself in the relative sensual safety of the bedroom. The sheets were a bit of a mess, but the dresser and table were all clutter free. It didn't hurt to check them though, so he used his feet to pull open the drawers and check inside. Aside from a few hairs and some dirt that somehow always managed to find its way off of the ground and into the drawers, there wasn't anything of consequence.
Meville felt his arm bump against the wall, so he turned to poke his head out the door to reappraise his mopping trajectory. Unfortunately, he quickly realized he'd trapped himself into the bedroom when he'd closed it behind him. The doors were mean to open inward and were heavy enough to block out the majority of the noise from the common room. Meville bit his lower lip as his astral arms let go of the mop. Returning his arms when he couldn't see where they were was a problem. Unlike when arms were properly attached, Meville couldn't just "pull them back". They were, in a sense, entities of their own now, with an entirely separate focal point and directional system. Usually, that wasn't really a problem because he could see where they were combined with how they felt, but when his vision was cut off, it impaired him quite a bit.
Meville bit his lower lip as he moved his arms forward towards where he was fairly certain the wall was. When his fingers made contact with the wood, he began to move them towards where he thought the door was. His arms bumped against the corner of the wall signaling he'd been moving in the wrong direction. He let out a little sigh of frustration as he tried again in the opposite direction. His arms moved fairly quickly, as he didn't really like not being able to properly control them, so it wasn't long before they finally found the door. He had to run the along the cracks were the door fit into the wall to find the handle, but once that was done, he was able to push it open with little difficultly.
As soon as the door opened, the pungent smell of the cologne once more poured into the room, but it was almost welcoming as he glared down at the invisible pieces of his body. He decided it was probably best that he just keep all of him in one room.
Common | Vani
