As I worked, using too much ti sorting and reorganizing so that putting it all back in later will be easier, I began making ntal lists. What I needed to buy, what I needed to build, how to make this space truly functional for the weeks ahead.
The apocalypse countdown was a specter that wasn’t going anywhere... but whatever was coming, I intended to be ready for it as well as I can be. Which ans placing things inside here... food most of all, but anything else I can think of.
Mismatched shelves were functional, but not a great choice. I needed sothing uniform, sothing that could be configured exactly how I wanted. Taking out the asuring tape I bought, I started getting a feel for the space in this world’s numbers.
I knew the container’s supposed exact interior dinsions - the hunter’s app post that was selling them listed all that information. But knowing that it is 7’8" wide and also seeing how much a 2’ deep shelf on either side will take away from walking around in here is a whole different matter.
"The 30" shelves definitely would be too much. Maybe along the back, though."
But that wasn’t my only concern. It was actually getting them here. I may have a license now, but do not know how to drive. The rideshare app is for small groceries at best, not for ho renovation material delivery.
However, this place I’m in - this warehouse - did have that pallet of things delivered. I pulled out my phone and typed a quick ssage.
C: [Logistics question - if I need... furniture delivered to the warehouse, is there a way to do that without many serious complications?]
The response ca back faster than I expected.
BK: [Company has an account with Stroman Supply. They deliver to our properties regularly. Just give them the address and swipe that card. They won’t ask too many follow up questions.]
BK: [Mind if I ask what you need? I can maybe see about getting a deal ahead of ti.]
Well, I guess that’s what one expects of an assistant. Helpful answers and attempts to smooth everything out even more. I stand there for a minute without responding, trying to think if telling her has any downsides.
C: [Quality storage shelving. Probably several units.]
BK: [Ask for Davie - he handles our orders. I’ll also tell him to make sure he’s not jerking you around and get on driving himself if he has to.]
I found myself smiling... both at having soone to talk to other than a wolf spirit and at Claire seeming... well, herself. Having connections certainly made things easier, even if those connections led directly back to soone I was trying not to think about.
With that sorted, I continued taking notes on my phone about what I feel like I want to place inside here. Photos of the current layout, drawing marks where I estimate shelving would go. Text notes for what could be placed where.
This container was spacious, but every inch counted when you were planning for an indefinite period of survival. And having a more comfortable setup wouldn’t hurt, especially if I was ever going to use it like I did out in the forest again.
"I should get a cheap bed too. Probably don’t sell those at hardware stores, though. Oh, I can just have that delivered to the apartnt and then Stash it before coming back here! Aren’t I a genius, Vrika?"
My wolf barked, though I couldn’t tell if he was agreeing because the creature believed it or just because it was happy with my good mood. But then it sends so ideas and images that makes realize why it was happy to have a bed here.
> Naughty wolf. I think of a bed, and you think of filling it with a white haired beauty. Helene’s mories didn’t seem to paint you in this light, so am I being a bad influence on you? <
"Well, if I’m going to be bringing anyone else here eventually... maybe it won’t be a cheap bed. Actually, why was I going cheap anyway? This might be the last good place for a bed in the world depending on what happens."
One problem at a ti. First, make the space functional for survival. Everything else could wait!
Packing up the tools and supplies I’d brought, I prepared to head to Stroman Supply. Ti to turn my lifeline into sothing worthy of a fox princess’s survival standards.
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The store actually was not that far away... a converted warehouse building with loading docks on one side and so displays visible through plate glass windows. Altogether, from Helene’s knowledge, the kind of place that catered to contractors and serious DIY projects.
Not what so might think of as ’weekend warriors’ picking up their garden hoses after accidentally running it over on their riding lawn mower. She had so weird thoughts about what ’suburbia’ was like, apparently.
On the approach I brace myself as I’d imdiately noted the scent of at least two regular werewolves. When I make my way inside, I’m sowhat able to tell that a few are out among the custors... Ogas for the most part, though one may not be.
The stronger, consistently laid scent led toward a tall, sandy-haired man arranging lumber samples behind a service counter. Still an Oga, as far as I can tell. I’m not sure why a spirit bearing werewolf would pretend to be one, but I won’t ignore the possibility.
"Excuse , do you happen to be Davie?"
When I spoke, he turned and looked up with a lazy, friendly smile. His face and broad shoulders were so much like Kyrie’s apparent Beta, but with an easier deanor to them. Clearly they were related.
"That’s . You must be the Lunarizon worker Claire ntioned. She said you’d be needing shelving?"
"That’s right. I have asurents."
I pulled out my phone and showed him the notes I’d taken - moved into an actual note app. I didn’t need to show him that I was placing them in a storage container. The man nodded as he looked over the dinsions.
"Most people just guess and end up with stuff that doesn’t fit. It’s good you know what you’re looking for already. Follow , let’s see which kind we have in stock."
It really is good when people are helpful.
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