logsinthenight | '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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[ Despite having helped with a few repair projects around town since she'd arrived, Elena really doesn't have much skill with all of this. Her strengths lie in, well, strength, and so she makes use of her considerable ability in that area by moving the largest and heaviest pieces depending on where she's directed to take them. Some things might be repairable, but it's pretty easy to tell which ones are beyond help.

No matter how heavy or large something is, she doesn't struggle with moving it, not even breaking a sweat after working for a considerable length of time. And whenever anyone looks to be struggling themselves with something, she's quick to ask: ]

Do you need some help?

( Matt, for his part, carries things admirably for just a normal human. he's stronger than he looks. is he vampire strong? for sure not. so the especially long broken pew he's standing in front of is probably too much for him to carry alone, though Matt wasn't exactly trying to lift it so much as figure out if it was broken through, and calculating how many people they'd need.

at the voice near his elbow, he turns toward it, pausing just long enough to make sure it wasn't aimed at someone else. no, must have been him, he's the only one particularly nearby. )

That'd be great. I have this end, but you might want to take the front. I'd be a bad navigator. ( he leaves her to fill in why that would be a problem. he's been helping with the work at the church long enough that she's probably noticed he's blind without him having to really spell it out, anyway. )

[ She's definitely noticed. The fact that a blind man is helping to rebuild the church says a great deal about the sort of person he might be — perhaps he's religious and the church provides him an emotional connection to the life he's left behind; perhaps he's a good person who simply feels a moral obligation to help with such a project; or perhaps he's just bored and in need of something to do in this place that doesn't provide many satisfying pastimes. Whichever it is, she wears a kind smile that can be heard in her voice as she moves to the front of the bench without hesitation. ]

Yeah, I think the church is broken enough without our adding to the rubble. [ An attempt at a joke? Not a very good one, but she's trying. ] I'm ready when you are.

( or maybe it's d, all of the above! matt is in dire need of distractions in his afterlife, especially considering there's no law to harangue or mobsters to punch. he's mostly avoided seeming particularly capable in front of strangers, but the destroyed church is worthy of his efforts. it's not a catholic church, he knows that. still, it was a place of worship and reflection. if people could find any kind of solace here, then it was worth the effort to put it back together.

he smiles; apparently it was funny enough for Matt. ) I suppose we can rest assured I can't make it any worse. ( there's something bittersweet about that particular joke; it just reinforces the shambles the place is in at present. she mentions she's ready whenever he is, so he dusts his hands along the side of the pew in the appearances of finding a hand hold. ) I'm ready.

[ wanda has actually just taken a momentary break from lifting a good deal of Too Large/Unwieldy pieces with her powers and separating them into more organized piles for either salvaging or disposal. what she's noticed since the beginning, being here for ten weeks now... this place takes a toll on her for using her gifts, at least for an extended period of time, and she finds herself breathing a bit hard as she takes a seat on the edge of a broken pew.

she thinks back to sitting in this same pew, staring at the blessing candles with jesse, questioning her faith, all those weeks ago.
smoking a cigarette with him, something she hadn't done since she was a pre-teen in sokovia, trying to survive amongst her peers.

the two of them sat here, feeling a little more okay being not okay, together.
he's gone now, someone she barely knew.

she's far from okay now—

and someone asks her, so kindly, so easily...

help— ]

—Oh. I'm. I just need a minute. A break.

[ wanda glances up at the young woman, thinking she looks familiar, one of the newer residents. she doesn't know her name, and doesn't reach for it. presses a shoulder against her walls so it doesn't hit her accidentally. it's an imposition, and she's tired. ]

[ At first, the darkness of the church swallows up the signs of someone using magic, for lack of a better term for it. Objects moving are heard, not seen, and any flickers of light are covered by the oppressive blackness that covers every inch of the town. Even with all their lanterns combined and perhaps the occasional torch, it's hard to see what might be happening on the other side of the room. So when Elena does finally notice it... Well, she notices.

Magic really is the only thing she can think it might be, and for her that means normalcy, as strange as it is. The weird is the new mundane and she'd rather be surrounded by strange occurrences than listing through the everyday.

The other woman finally sits and Elena takes the opportunity to approach, noting the answer before responding in a purely conversational tone. ]

You've been using a lot of magic today. I can imagine that's pretty draining for you.

[ It would have been for Bonnie. ]

[ wanda's eyes squint a little in the darkness, into the familiarity the girl expresses with magic, before the muscles in her body relax with a certain gratitude, starting in the center of her forehead and flowing outward.

someone she needn't explain to, needn't hide from. there's a very open expression on the young woman's face.
warmth in the cold night.

wanda leans into it with a smile, even if it is strained. ]

A bit — not terribly. Not as taxing as shielding, at least. [ a sigh, then. ] But God, this place is a mess.

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b o n d i n g !!!

super late bonding!

but bond we will!!