dock rebuild | ota / mingle

[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Daylight, Eleven, Stone, Eliot and YOU
location: The docks
date/time: Early Nov through Nov 11th
content: A mingle log for rebuilding the docks and/or generally if you'd like to have your character help with a mini-project. Feel free to throw up your own TLs! I am also still on slowatus until the 6th but wanted to put this up with ample time before Sandman!
warnings: N/A. If you would like to handwave your involvement, please just lmk and I'll add you to a list or something so everyone can just assume your character was around

The wood, cut and planked, sits in a pile on the beach, covered in whatever tarp-like object can be found to keep it from getting wet. On the bright side, the ferry comes in when they finish gathering supplies for the dock - so they don't have to gather more, and they don't have to rebuild a ferry. Still, large trunks are prepared for weather and hammered into the water, and don't get much of a chance to stand alone before a small group of people descend on them to cobble together a little dock. Not as grand nor as finely-made as the previous one, it will be nonetheless sturdy and usable, with hopefully no further changes for the last two years it may need to exist.

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aziraphale | ota

[lunchbreaks]

ONE
[ He wipes his brow as he puts one of the planks in and then looks up to check their progress. That was a mistake; they've got a long way to go. ]

Goodness.

[ Nails hanging precariously out of his mouth and hair standing up on all ends as he gets up form his spot to go get more wood. ]

TWO
[ On the bright side of having so much wood around, it's easy to pop a squat and have a little lunch break. Aziraphale unwraps a sandwich and then looks up right before he takes a big bite. He pauses. ]

Have you brought anything to eat? Would you like some?

TWO.

[itselbitch]

[ trust aziraphale to always be the sweetest guy around, even if he did take a healthy bite before offering. he'd only just restacked a slightly higher pile for himself to sit against, using magic of course. being tall has its disadvantages sometimes. ]

Oh, you needn't worry on my behalf. I've got some leftover pizza. [ cold, tucked into a hammerspace pocket, but pizza nonetheless. it's a good time actually eat though, probably, and after considering it for a moment, he reaches into his coat and pulls out the neatly folded parchment packet containing his lunch. ]

What kind is it? [ he nods toward the sandwich. ]

Re: TWO.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He'd only thought Eliot hadn't packed himself anything to eat, and that would be a complete shame. He's a young man who looks like he ate well in life, and should continue doing so to stay strong. ]

It's just cheese and pickle.

[ He won't explain that it's the fourth such time he's eaten this exact sandwich, eaten and pulled out of his stomach fully formed, since he doesn't like the process of digestion. It's not exactly lunch table talk.

He has a more pressing thought on his mind anyway. ]

Where on Earth did you find pizza?

One

[worthallthis]

[The nails and the hair are almost enough to make Aziraphale less scary. Almost.

The Soldier silently holds out a hand for the nails from where it's waiting (they're waiting; the Soldier is still getting used to this new non-thing pronoun Crowley introduced) by the wood pile, because that really doesn't look safe.]

Re: One

[lunchbreaks]

[ He makes his way over and then hands him some nails in exchange for the wood. ]

Would you like to come help nail these in?

one

[axegirlfriend]

Oh god, oh my god--please be careful.

[Like, he also puts nails ins his mouth like a fucking idiot but seeing other people do it is really putting him on edge.]

I just, I don't want anyone to get tetanus.

Re: one

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, don't worry, I don't think I can get tetatus.

[ He holds out a hand, and thankfully does remove the nails with the other one. ]

I'm Aziraphale.

one

[savingthrows]

[ Always a good thing to spot him, but usually he looks much more put together. The good news? It makes her press her lips together and try not to laugh, but she still snorts a little. ]

Fell... your hair.

[ And she dropped the Mr. Not on purpose. ]

Do you... need more wood? I can help carry.

Re: one

[lunchbreaks]

Oh!

[ He tries to smooth his hair down but honestly makes it worse, and now he looks quite like he's stuck his hair in a dryer. ]

Ah, I'm sure it's alright, I can come get it myself!

[ He gets up to do so and nearly trips over his coat. ]

two

[knifecollecting]

[Jo is heading for another piece of wood when she hears Aziraphale's question. She pauses, looking at his sandwich before she shrugs.

It does look good, but she has some food.]

I have some. I wouldn't want to take anything you might need.

Re: two

[lunchbreaks]

It's no matter, dear.

Won't want you to go hungry, if you're doing all this hard labor, you know.

[ Not to speak anything of himself. ]

hope you don't mind late tag in

[reigniter]

[Ignis isn't very adept at building things, but he did get power drill last month for his... "selfie" efforts. He doesn't know how to use it properly but he figured these guys will need it.

He had helped out clearing out some stuff and in general making things more approachable, before he sits down to rest and has coffee and lunch.]

No, thank you very much. I have brought for myself. [A two spicy, baked potatoes with cheese. And some toast. And coffee.] I wish we could our hands more often on fresh fruit.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, I'm very sorry, I don't have any fruit to share.

[ He looks down at his sandwich, which is honestly a very sad sandwich. ]

But I'm sure that Misty's trees will bear fruit soon. We'll have a whole greenhouse together for it.

one

[onlyeverdoubted]

[Bodhi has never hammered a nail into wood in his life, but he's mechanically clever and has a good eye for things he can probably do without messing up presumably limited supplies with his learning curve. And helping other people with supplies is the easiest way to make sure that happens.]

Hi, um, sorry, need a hand?

[His usual nerves are, if not soothed, overwritten by a puppyish eagerness to be useful here. This is the only thing he's seen so far that seems like something he might be able to do, a way to justify the space he's taking up and stay as busy as possible.]

Re: one

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes, I'd really appreciate some help.

[ He gets up from where he's sitting and dusts himself off. ]

If you wouldn't mind handing me some of that wood, dear.

I'm Aziraphale, by the way. I don't think we've met.

Stone | OTA

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone knows next to nothing about building. He's basically there to be big, strong(-ish), and hold things that would otherwise require multiple people or be very awkward for a human-sized person to hold. It also helps to have someone who can stand in the water without being in over his head, and Stone's winged form can do that in most places.

He also attempts to perch on the pylon logs once they're sunk, even jump on them a little in an attempt to get them wedged further down. It's a kind of funny picture, a big ghostly dragon-like thing hopping up and down on a log sticking out of the water, wings tightly folded but spines and frills all flopping around his head and shoulders.

However, he may be a shapeshifting dragon person, but he is still old, and has lost most of his muscle mass and magical strength in the past year or two. He requires a lot of sitting to one side catching his breath and letting his tired, sometimes-trembling limbs rest. He spends those rest periods in groundling form, so he can chat. Or, more appropriately, grouse. "I hate being old," he grumbles more than once. "If this were two years ago, I could keep going for hours."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley, being the adult that he is, is sucking on a lollipop and not helping at all. He's here, which is really all he promised Aziraphale he'd do. Besides, he moved one of the planks earlier and that was plenty helpful. He stares at the dragon person.

"What are you supposed to be, then?"

No one ever said Crowley was made out of tact and love.

[scarsolderthanyou]

The dragon person eyes him, right back. Maybe weirdly, his face looks a lot like the kraken's face (from the show, anyway), complete with a lot of spines. Being in full-on winged form, he can't really answer, but he can hop off the pylon he was trying to push further into the river muck and shift back to groundling form. The colorless dragon disappears in a cloud of dark mist, which doesn't really stand out much against the general darkness all around them, and then it dissipates and reveals an equally colorless old man.

"I'm a Raksura," he answers, readily enough. "Why do you ask? Just curious?"

remington | ota

[axegirlfriend]

[Since they've got plenty of individuals with manpower...more manpower than he, himself, can provide, he realizes, Remington has instead mostly taken it upon himself to help direct others who may be in need of directing. He has a set of hand-drawn blueprints spread out in front of him, which he's happy to share with anyone who wants a look, and as many tools as he's been able to find strapped around his waist.]

Um, yeah...okay, that looks good! Oh, could you, um, put that one over there?

[He's not assertive, but he's sure trying.]

[originallutece]

[She isn't quite sure what she feels when it comes to Remington.

There's anger, of course. It's very hard not to be angry when someone comes at you with an ax and a mission statement. But on the other hand, it wasn't really him, was it? Or, well-- it was and wasn't. She'd seen as many hallucinations as anyone, and god knows she knows how compelling they were.

So she's angry, yes. But not enough to truly take revenge on him. Besides: why bother lingering in her rage when her time could be better spent on other pursuits? Like, say, learning why he'd felt compelled to attack her. That didn't come out of nowhere.

But he's skittish, so she'll have to do this carefully.]

Don't ask. Assert.

[She says it quietly, but note that he listens, because that's what she demands in her tone.]

Order them. If you truly know what you're doing-- and I imagine you do-- then guide them. People take well to orders. They typically want someone to follow.

It may as well be you.

[THANKS?]

ambrose spellman ( ota )

[necromantiae]

▶ 01 CHEATER CHEATER?

---

( would it be a cheating to try and fix the dock with magic? probably. and while ambrose is actually trying to put in the work and use hammer and nails and blood, sweat and tears (seriously, he's smashed his thumb a few times), he can't stop himself from using magic to do things like bring supplies over to him or to screw in a particularly tough board.

it's still going to get done and it's going to be good but ambrose isn't really meant for total manual labor. he swings the hammer about and smirks at his handiwork. )

Good job, me.

( proud of himself, yep. )

▶ 02. REST

---

( he's done a lot of work so ambrose thinks that that, of course, deserves a break. he's found himself some water and he's sitting back from the work going on, sipping it idly.

his legs are stretched out and his hand is tucked underneath his head. he can't really get any sun considering the darkness but he can try and imagine it.

it's just not working very well. )

▶ 03 WILDCARD

---

( feel free to throw anything else at me here. )

cheater?

[mind_blown]

[ he's observing that, and there's a vague question on-- ]

Why don't you just use your magic all the time?

[ he's actually curious. he doesn't see why, if you have a skill, you wouldn't use it. same as people who were just so obnoxiously normal. like him.

he sets a load of wood down, almost like a challenge. ]

cheater

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale doesn't bat an eye watching Ambrose works, because he works about the same way. Cheating when it seems too much of a hassle to do something manually, and miracling any crooked nails and misplaced planks into tip-top shape.

But what he does take issue with is-- ]

Oh Ambrose, look at the state of your thumbs!

Jo Harvelle | OTA

[knifecollecting]

Hard at work

[Jo's no stranger to a hammer and nails. It's a familiar set of tools for someone from a farming area. It was always her mother and her, she had to do what she could, even if that meant repairing things herself.

She does have some trouble moving the wood. Docks are wide and she's a small woman. Jo isn't about to ask for help, though if someone does come along and offer, she might accept a hand.]

A quick break

[After a few hours her hands are growing numb and she's tired of getting new splinters, so she finds a rock to sit on. She takes a moment to dig through her bag for a snack.

Jo stretches her legs out in front of her and positions her lantern to make hopefully ensure no one trips over her.]

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven knows nothing about hammers and nails except the vague theory, so she's not much help with that. No, she is here for some heavy lifting.

The trouble is more in convincing people that she can do so without being dismissed. But Eleven remembers Jo from the beach after the ferry accident. So she doesn't watch Jo struggle for long before she steps closer with the most earnest expression on her face. ]

I can help.