'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

order: coraline > eliot > quentin

[itselbitch]

[ when it seems they've wrapped up whatever goofing off they'd been doing, eliot turns toward her, smiling apologetically as he tosses out a friendly: ]

Sorry about that. Hope we weren't bothering you. But, for the record, he started it. [ he points back blindly toward where q is focused on his project. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Still just cradling the knob in his hands, Quentin looks up just in time to see Eliot do that thing that he does, being all friendly and Quentin really doesn't know what else to do but wave a little and blink.

Right.

Friendly.]

I-- yeah. That was. Me? Hello.

[primordialerebus]

[ She startles upon being addressed, not really expecting to be noticed. Oh god they probably think she's this weirdo creep that just like, stares at people all day. Oh no. ]

I-it's cool... Sorrythatwasjustreallycool!

[ The last part is blurted out in a rush and she kind of looks like she's trying to hide behind her broom except it's... you know. A broom. ]

[itselbitch]

[ eliot laughs gently, waving his hand with dismissal. ] No, no. You're fine. Honestly. [ he shakes his head and tilts his head slightly to "peek" past the side of the broom handle. ]

Do you mean our magic?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[There's really nothing for it and Quentin steps up to stand next to Eliot, still holding his knob and he tries for a friendly;]

Hey.

[Since, you know, he's pretty curious too about the girl behind the broom.]

[primordialerebus]

[ She nods at the two, staying silent for a moment before realizing she hasn't actually... said anything. ]

Yeah! [ She stops, realizing how loud she's being. ] Yeah... like the whole...

[ Insert a half-assed tut here. Look just because she can do some forms of dance, doesn't mean she can do all of them. ]

[itselbitch]

[ oh. it's cute when normal people try to do the same gestures. poppers aren't the easiest to master compared to regular tuts though, so it's not particularly a surprise. even quenitn's poppers are off sometimes. ]

You mean this? [ he invokes the spell he thinks she means, and a piece of rubble between the raises up from the ground. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[While the girl can't really do the full movement through the spell, it's still pretty impressive if she's never had any practice in it and Quentin leans forward a little to see better. Eliot's is elegant and fluent like always, like he was born for this or maybe he was just born with fingers that really wanted to do magic, but it looked impressive no matter the reason.

He does one himself, one of the easier ones, to make a small piece of rubble hover in the palm of his hand.]

Don't worry about it, we've [he makes a short wave between himself and Eliot] went to school for this.

I am so sorry I died feel free to tell me if y'all want to drop

[primordialerebus]

[ Her eyes widen under her sunglasses at the dual displays and she nods excitedly. That honestly looks way cooler than what Leon does. No. Don’t think about them. Focus on other things. Like magic! Right in front of her! Cool things!!! ]

So is it like… a hereditary a thing? The movements themselves are magical? How does it work?