With that they got to work in earnest, and the next hour or so was filled with the shuffling of boxes, sweat, sneezes from the dust clouds that were raised, and the occasional oath as a bottom gave way and dumped musty linens onto the floor. A couple of electric sockets were found, and many a cobweb met its untimely end.
"I bet if we poked around the rest of the Manor we could find shit nobody's using. Furniture and suchlike," John remarked at one point, pausing to take a breather near the window. Coupled with the exertion, the heat was becoming oppressive. He shoved sweat-limp hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall right back into them again. "Old place like this, you gotta figure they've got stuff stowed someplace. Mebbe the cellar*..."
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*Had John remembered his and Newt's harrowing encounter with the cellophane monster, of course, he would never have made such a suggestion. Alas, that memory had gone for Fiend Chow. Nor was he aware of Sugarplum's occupancy, or else he would have made a note to take along a bag of marshmallows.
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:16 pm (UTC)"I bet if we poked around the rest of the Manor we could find shit nobody's using. Furniture and suchlike," John remarked at one point, pausing to take a breather near the window. Coupled with the exertion, the heat was becoming oppressive. He shoved sweat-limp hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall right back into them again. "Old place like this, you gotta figure they've got stuff stowed someplace. Mebbe the cellar*..."
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*Had John remembered his and Newt's harrowing encounter with the cellophane monster, of course, he would never have made such a suggestion. Alas, that memory had gone for Fiend Chow. Nor was he aware of Sugarplum's occupancy, or else he would have made a note to take along a bag of marshmallows.