'CAUSE I'M BROKEN

[axegirlfriend]

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.))

Comments

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.]

[itselbitch]

[ 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. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.

[itselbitch]

[ 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. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.

[itselbitch]

[ 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. ]