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.

Comments

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He's very quick about it, knowing he doesn't know one piece from another and hoping efficiency will make up for it if he somehow gets the wrong bit. It all looks the same to him, but maybe it's not.]

Uh, n-no. It's Rook.

[Sticking mainly to his surname for now.]

[originallutece]

But you don't believe it.

[Of course he doesn't.]

Tell me why.

[lunchbreaks]

Perfect, thank you.

[ Aziraphale seems to lift the wood from him with great ease, and places it down on little markers he's made for himself. ]

Rook. Good, strong name, very useful chess piece.

[ Once the planks are laid, he offers his hand to shake. ]

Nice to meet you. Sorry about the circumstance.

[worthallthis]

[Riku is fine and good, but not the Soldier. They smother the irritated noise they want to make, though, because it's Aziraphale. He's almost as bad about his own safety as Crowley.]

No, I haven't. I don't usually. See him much, anyway. I saw the message on the network, though.

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He does not know what chess is, nor does he know what to make of a compliment to his... name?]

Well, uh, I was, b-by all rights, um, extremely dead, so, well, this is arguably... not the worst outcome?

[necromantiae]

Are you telling me to slack off?

( usually it was someone telling him to actually get to work. )

Usually it's the other way around, you know, but here you are giving me permission to take a break.

[lunchbreaks]

What?

[ He pauses this moment to check the network at which point he adds his own comment, which I'm retroactively saying happens right now. ]

Oh dear.

How long has that been?

[lunchbreaks]

Well, no.

[ He assumes that Rook doesn't prescribe to an afterlife, then. ]

Though it's a very strange afterlife here. Not terrible, so far.

[lunchbreaks]

You've got an injury! I won't have you get hurt on the job, dear.

[ At least Ambrose isn't giving him shit about the ferry. ]

You'll have sore thumbs!

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He'd have said he did, if asked, but with a bit less certainty than one would like. His religious education ended when he was five years old on account of the scouring of the city of temples.

Either way, he's not certain enough of any opinion to contribute. Just to help with the work.]

T-takes some getting used to, y-yeah.

[necromantiae]

( he's over the ferry. besides, he's pretty sure he probably would have done the same thing if someone let him drive. )

As long as my thumbs are intact, I think I'll be okay but I'll gladly take a little break.

( don't have to twist his arm or anything. )

I do like an excuse to be lazy.

[sauntered_downward]

"Just like to know what we're dealing with in the town, exactly."

So not a human, then. Not a demon. Something completely different. Crowley's eyebrows hit his hairline when he shifts into the shape of an old man.

"Alien?"

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, dear.

Why don't we sit you down and get you some tea? I feel like you could use a little break to get settled.

I'm so very sorry this place is a mess at the moment.

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, you and Crowley would get along famously, I think.

[ Aziraphale goes to get a tartan thermos and unscrews the cap. ]

Here, have some tea.

[worthallthis]

The message went up earlier today. Someone in it said they hadn't seen Riku since during the hallucinations. That seems about right, I haven't seen him since then, either.

[The Soldier focuses on getting the plank straight and fishing out a nail to hammer in. ... They use their metal hand rather than a hammer, curled into a fist and using the side of the palm. Why not, right?]

Will you hold the other end of the plank? Please?

[They're not ignoring the Riku conversation, they're just multi-tasking.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Maybe. I'm not from Earth like most of you people are," Stone answers. "Never even heard of it, or of humans, until I died and woke up here." He shrugs, and fixes Crowley with an interested look, head tilted to get the best view of him with his good eye. "I could ask you the same question, you know. You don't smell human."

[reigniter]

I will gladly lend a hand. Aside from having fresh food that way, it will be good as a backup, should something happens to Ferry again and we are left without supplies.

[He still thinks the fiasco with ferry was stupid, but he doesn't sound angry.]

We could head there together when we're done.

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven smiles, almost bashful. She's used to people being impressed, but Fell's enthusiasm is quite something else. Moving her hand, she slowly moves the wood to where he needs it, careful not to be too hasty. She's very used to throwing heavy things, but this requires a little more finesse. When she wood is set down, shelooks up at Aziraphale with a smile and shining eyes, and blood under her nose. ]

See? I can help.

[necromantiae]

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

( the getting along with crowley thing, not the tea thing. the tea thing was absolutely an offer he was going to take. he nods his gratitude for the cup. )

[lunchbreaks]

--Yes, yes of course.

[ He obliges to get the planks steady. ]

That's worrisome.

I hope he's doing alright. Perhaps we should go looking for him after this.

--That doesn't hurt your hand, dear?

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes.

I'd like that very much, Ignis. Thank you.

[ He offers a smile and then returns to his sandwich for a bit. ]

I do wonder how it is... returned to us, wholly.

[lunchbreaks]

--Eleven!

[ He drops whatever he's doing to rush over and inspect her. ]

Your nose is bleeding, are you quite alright?

[lunchbreaks]

Despite his reputation, he is my oldest and dearest friend. It is quite a good thing, I'd think. Don't tell him that.

[ He also takes out a small tin from his pocket and hands Ambrose some shortbread. ]

[worthallthis]

The arm doesn't feel pain like that. Just bashing things with it doesn't hurt.

[Nice of him to ask, though. There are other ways to make the arm hurt, but they all require getting deep inside it and fucking around with the nerve connections. They keep hammering. It's actually pretty effective, and gives them better control over the angle of their strikes.]

After this long, I don't think we could track Riku. There have been too many other tracks. We can look if you want, though.

[necromantiae]

Well then, I'll take it.

( ambrose glances around at the group of people that are all helping to put the ferry back together. )

Is your friend here today? Volunteering his services to fix what's broken?

( isn't that what friends do? )