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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[lunchbreaks]

Yes, he's over there, with the red hair and sunglasses--

[ He gestures over to Crowley who appears to be totally slacking off somewhere in the background. ]

...Probably just taking a short break.

[necromantiae]

Yes, he certainly does look like he's enjoying his break.

( and ambrose can't really blame him. )

Was he on the ferry when it went kaboom?

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes.

[ Casually doesn't mention it was his idea in the first place. ]

His leg is still a little broken, I think. It'll be fully healed soon, I hope. I had some... bad hallucinations and he dove into the water to catch my lantern. I think that delayed the healing process.

[ Please accept this tidbit of information that Crowley isn't a hundred percent a total shit. ]

[lunchbreaks]

Well, he's enshrouded in darkness. How hard could he be to find?

[ Very. This entire place is enshrouded in darkness, Aziraphale. ]

[necromantiae]

Well, that was very heroic of him.

( honestly, ambrose might have swooned if someone, man or woman, had done that for him. )

He might deserve a little slacking off for that.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh, plenty of swooning had occurred, Ambrose, fear not. ]

Yes, I suppose so. Unfortunately, my healing isn't how it used to be. Otherwise you'd both be good as new!

[worthallthis]

[That earns him a brief look, before selecting another nail.]

Aziraphale. Everywhere is shrouded in darkness unless someone has a lantern close by. Or is at the bonfire.

[necromantiae]

If things were perfect, I could have healed myself but alas.

( beacon giveth and beacon taketh away. )

Don't worry, my thumbs will heal with time. I didn't completely take them off with the hammer to the point that someone needed to sew them back on. I'm good. I promise you, my thumbs are okay.

( so rest easy, aziraphale. )

[onlyeverdoubted]

[Every instinct he has tells him to resist and keep demonstrating what a good worker he is. Every instinct but one. He knows better than to get excited, but--]

There's tea?

[lunchbreaks]

Right, but I don't mean this kind of darkness, I mean.

Darkness.

[lunchbreaks]

--I don't think that makes me feel more assured about your ability to use a hammer, dear.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes. Of course. I've got tea if you'd like.

[ He pulls out a large tartan thermos. ]

[worthallthis]

That's. Not something I can tell apart from regular darkness. I'm just a murder machine, not an angel.

[They say it almost flippantly, as if attempting to make a joke.]

[lunchbreaks]

But you aren't a murder machine. Neither a murder nor the machine, come now.

[onlyeverdoubted]

[Usually he avoids tea that isn't from home, knowing he'll be disappointed, but home isn't there anymore, and suddenly there's nothing he wants more in any galaxy.]

Um. Y-yes, thank you.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He pours Rook some in the cap. ]

Here you are. We're a little short on milk and sugar, but I've got biscuits!

[onlyeverdoubted]

That's alright, I don't usually...

[No, it isn't tea from home, but it smells close enough to right.]

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier makes a little sigh. Even if they do kind of think of themselves that way, sometimes, they hadn't meant to bother Aziraphale with it.]

It was supposed to be a joke.

[Besides, if it's not a person, gotta have some various ways of referring to itself. And murder machine has a better ring to it than brainwashed assassin.]

[mind_blown]

[ he is absolutely encouraging him to use magic. ]

Then they'd probably ask you to help them out too. And you'd be able to get so many IOUs-- hey, even mundanes like myself would probably say "thanks."

[reigniter]

[Ignis nods and returns to his own food. Aziraphale is quite pleasant company, he has to admit.]

Hmmm... [Ignis ponders for a moment.]

I have exchanged a few messages with the Keeper, and she said she made some kind of 'deal' to get the Ferry back. I don't know what she was talking about and about whom but it sounded a bit... shady.

[And they are not really in a position to question this because it's for their benefit. Or is it...?]

[necromantiae]

You worry a lot, don't you?

( it's kind of cute. )

I promise, I am in no danger of losing my limbs. I've been alive for nearly a century and it hasn't happened.e

[necromantiae]

You make a compelling argument.

( not that ambrose was really trying to hear anything against magic. )

I haven't really been using a lot of magic lately. Didn't want it backfiring and blowing up in my face since this place is so unpredictable.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, nonsense, here, have a biscuit, dear.

[ He offers up both. ]

It'll keep you hardy for work.

[lunchbreaks]

Well, it wasn't very funny, dear.

You're perfectly safe with Crowley and myself. No murdering, no... machining.

[lunchbreaks]

--Did she now?

I suppose it might behoove us to figure out who has the power to do such a thing. And why we weren't consulted for making a deal.

[ That does all sound very suspicious, especially since it wasn't Robin's fault that the ferry was sunk, and she hadn't told him or Bucky or Crowley about any of it.

Well, that or the two of them were keeping secrets. ]