[ Aziraphale is here to help in any way he can, and often brings whatever he's been trying to cook to share with all the volunteers, though it quickly becomes apparent that he's not very good at cooking.
He is, however, somehow extremely good with repairs, apparently. Anyone who passes him anything broken will get it handed back about ten minutes later, with some vague and slightly incoherent rambling about how oh it just needed a little sanding or yes just putting this over there did the trick, have to get back, but it's fixed, excellent, goodbye for now!
Usually there since early morning, he tries to find a little time alone to cast minor miracles-- splinters smoothed away, slightly crooked bench straightened, inexperienced carpentry or masonry from the day before still riddled with character but structurally very sound. They're little things that, perhaps over a night's rest, anyone might naturally assumed they'd misremembered in a worse state when they'd left off previously. Nothing that couldn't be explained by magic. Maybe a helpful Klabautermann, perhaps even the appreciative watchful gaze of God Herself.
With his sleeves rolled up, he brushes sweat off his brow and outside on the lawn, he continues repairing the decorative altar. ]
Yes, what do you think so far?
[ He's... well, he's managed to place a bunch of broken pieces together. ]
[ OOC: Feel free to come up with your own scenario or hmu at assemble for a personal starter. Aziraphale will be here during the entire rebuild/restoration unless he is off doing an expedition. ]
aziraphale | ota
He is, however, somehow extremely good with repairs, apparently. Anyone who passes him anything broken will get it handed back about ten minutes later, with some vague and slightly incoherent rambling about how oh it just needed a little sanding or yes just putting this over there did the trick, have to get back, but it's fixed, excellent, goodbye for now!
Usually there since early morning, he tries to find a little time alone to cast minor miracles-- splinters smoothed away, slightly crooked bench straightened, inexperienced carpentry or masonry from the day before still riddled with character but structurally very sound. They're little things that, perhaps over a night's rest, anyone might naturally assumed they'd misremembered in a worse state when they'd left off previously. Nothing that couldn't be explained by magic. Maybe a helpful Klabautermann, perhaps even the appreciative watchful gaze of God Herself.
With his sleeves rolled up, he brushes sweat off his brow and outside on the lawn, he continues repairing the decorative altar. ]
Yes, what do you think so far?
[ He's... well, he's managed to place a bunch of broken pieces together. ]
[ OOC: Feel free to come up with your own scenario or hmu at