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'CAUSE I'M BROKEN

characters: Remington, Matt, Quentin, Coraline, Aziraphale, Jason Grace, Wanda, and OPEN to anyone!
location: the church
date/time: Throughout September, following the announcement of the church’s desecration.
content: Everyone’s working together to get the church back in order!
warnings: N/A

[Entering the church, you’ll see that Remington is already assessing all the damage firsthand. As he moves around, he places damages pieces of furniture in groups depending on what appears to be their level of damage: minor, moderate, and major. There’s plenty of head-scratching, of course, and if you’re carrying any supplies, he gestures to one area he seems to have set up as a makeshift tool bench.]

Hey, um, hi! Thanks for coming. This is really a mess, isn’t it? So it’s…kind of all hands on deck at the moment. Let me know if you have any questions or need help getting started.

[He’ll advise anyone who needs direction based on their expressed skill level or areas of expertise from anything to sorting through debris to determine what is or isn’t usable in its current state, to minor fixes, to marking items that need complete reconstruction.]

Don’t throw out anything; I already know what I want to do with any leftover scraps. Just put them all in that empty crate over there.

[He must’ve managed to commandeer one from the general store.]

((OOC: Feel free to make your own toplevels! I’ll be placing my own for Remington, so it can be handwaved that he’s already given your character a task if they need one to get themselves started.))

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Please. [It's a snorting laugh before he tests the next door knob with magic, hands moving and then he eyes Eliot and raises an eyebrow.]

I'm actually pretty good at mending things? Wood glue, El? No. But... that's not the right one either. Try giving me that one, over there? No, not that one. That other one?

[ he gives a short laugh, shaking his head and replacing the knob. q's defensiveness isn't at all surprising. same as the demand for the next.

"that" one is vague though. so just to be a shit, he picks the one he's pretty sure q meant when he said "not that one". it does a loop in the air before pausing in front of q. ]

This one?

[Yeah, Quentin is rolling his eyes so hard at that.] Show off. No, not that one, You know the one-- it's like right over there.

[Because, god, just how many different knob can there possibly be in this pile- and just a little look around shows piles all over the church, everyone working carefully through different ones. Well, the ones who can't do what Eliot does, that is.]

Just give it to me, okay?

[ oh, q. there are so many knobs everywhere. you just have to know what you're looking for.

he can't help the pleased huff as he sets it back, again with a loop, the corners of his lips quirking upward. ]

Jesus, Q. You're sure picky about what kind of knobs you like. [ wink wonk

he plucks out the one q actually gestured to this time. it looks decent enough. probably even correct. maybe. but instead of giving it to q as he demands, eliot brings it toward himself and takes it from the air, keeping it in his possession. ]

I don't know, Q. This one doesn't look right either. [ he says it dryly because at this point it's more about making q walk over and try to take it than anything else. ]

Are you stealing my knob right now?

[And there's really nothing for it, but to walk over because there's just no way anything Quentin can cast even passingly well could get it carefully out of Eliot's hands.

Fucker.

Who knows all about this.

Eyes narrowed and hand out, he stops just in front of Eliot.]

I'm very picky and I want that one. So. Hand it over, Waugh.

Guess I am. How about that?

[ he chuckles, waiting as quentin steps over. ]

If you want it so bad, then just take it, Coldwater. [ he holds it up, not offering it to q and clearly more than ready to just pull his hand away the second quentin reaches for it. ]

Is that-- you are stealing my knob. I need that! Come on!

[Two quick steps forward that brings Quentin right up in Eliot's face, crowding against him and he reaches for the knob with one hand, completely expecting Eliot to just pull it up and away.]

Give it!

[ of course he pulls it up and away. because that's the whole point.

eliot laughts. ]

I'm sorry. What was that, Quentin? I don't think I heard the magic word!

Avada Kedavra.

[All the way up on his toes, and there's still no way he can reach, hand braced against Eliot's shoulder to get just that tiny inch higher--]

Using your height against me? Alright.

[And Quentin pokes Eliot right in the side, just below the edge of his ribs.] Give it to me.

[ he laughs when q grouses out the killing curse. like q would ever say please when he's so used to eliot giving him whatever he asks. that's all the more reason he keeps his hand high, well out of quentin's reach.

until the fingers attack. ]

Shit-- [ he yelps, jerking his hand back against his body and stepping back. the involuntary laughter comes as usual, that being the nature of tickling, but eliot still manages to snap back to the side so that quentin still can't get to the knob. ]

That's cheating!

You're cheating! You're tall, that counts as cheating!

[And eyeing Eliot, it would be so easy to just launch himself at him, climb him like a tree and get the damn knob. Especially when Eliot has that easy smile on his face, the one that Quentin's been missing for months and only ever really noticed how often it was aimed at him, when it suddenly wasn't anymore.

Fingers out, he stalks close, grinning wickedly- or, you know, a little sappy and a lot smirking. But.]

Give it, or-- I'm going to tickle you again and not stop until I get what I want.

Jesus-- [ he laughs and ducks away, shaking his head. he almost wants to keep going, just so he can get the final word. but there's an itch in the back of his mind, a feeling from a memory that isn't really his where he knows that wouldn't end with anything that's publicly appropriate. it's also out of bounds, so even as much as he kind of wants to indulge that itch, he knows he needs to back off. ]

Okay, fine. Take it, you ungrateful nerd!

[ he holds it out for q, keeping his body back at a protective distance. ]

You're just so--

[Puffing his cheeks out, Quentin smiles back and steps in close again, fingers ready just in case Eliot even thinks about pulling away again. Slowly, very slowly he reaches out to grab it, not really noticing how close they're standing already. Because, well, Eliot. And the knob that he needs. So focused.]

Are you done?

I dunno, are you going to say thank you?

[ and that's what it's dependent on. he's definitely ready to make a last ditch effort and die on that hill in front of everyone.

worth it, if it makes q smile. ]

Just what am I thanking you for? Cheating?

[Still not moving, nah ah.

And Quentin's fingers are just wriggling in front of Eliot's face like a not-very scary threat.]

[ god, he wants to kiss that smug look off his stupid face.

eliot just rolls his eyes. ]

No, for helping you find your knob.

[ the one not in your pants, anyway. ]

Thank you? Okay, you know what-- you want a thank you?

[Hands falling, and Quentin tilts his head to the side, clearing his throat.]

Thank you very much, Eliot, for finding my knob that I might not even need, but now I just have to have it. Thank you. Now give me my knob.

[ he's surprised when q actually tries to make it serious. then pleased. then elated.

but he can't keep a straight face as he goes on and breaks out into snickers before q's even down. ]

God damnit-- [ he laughs and shakes his head, shoving the knob at q and pressing it to his chest. ] Just take it you little shit.

[ that's when he remembers they're not exactly alone. in fact he feels someone watching, and he glances to the side to check as he waits for q to actually take the hand-off. ]

Thank you, I will.

[Glibly and slightly dizzy as he steps away to, what, catch his breath and tut over the new knob in his hands? It is, predictably, the right one and he holds it carefully in both hands since he left the lantern by his small project and because it shouldn't want to be something right now.

It's nice, here. In a way that he never expected a church to be. Not all stiff tradition and having to be quiet, but a demolished wreck of a building, but so many people have come out to repair it in the low light of their lanterns.]

Asshole. You had to go and steal the right one.

[ turning he gets a proper look, offering their visitor a meek smile before looking back to q. ]

What can I say? I'm a lucky guy. [ he laughs.

but then he turns back toward coraline. ]

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