logsinthenight | dock rebuild

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dock rebuild | ota / mingle

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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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ cheese and...pickle? hm. well. if that's what he's into.

were aziraphale to actually explain his groundhog day sandwich, eliot actually wouldn't be too bothered as he's seen more than his share of disgusting things to really understand what disgust means anymore, but it's probably all the better that no one else needs to hear whatever the angel has to say about it.

besides, he'd much rather have pizza talk so he can preen a bit. ]

Oh, I didn't find it. [ eliot gives a pleasant laugh. ] I made it. Have been making it. Quentin wanted pizza the first day we got here so. And maybe the first attempts weren't complete successes but. I feel like I can make pizza in my sleep now.

[ or at least, the repetitive task of cooking has never been anything but stress relief for someone like eliot that finds pleasure from playing host to others. ]

You did?

Oh, how wonderful.

[ Quentin is so lucky, he thinks, to have a friend like Eliot to take care of him, because he knows that Quentin is the type to get lost in a pile of books and forget to eat or sleep. He's cut from the same cloth. ]

I'm sure it will be just as good cold as it was hot. Though I can start you a fire, if you want. Won't make any light, but it should give off heat.

[ And it won't be as good as fresh out of the oven, but Eliot knows that. Aziraphale can help him cheat it a bit. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[Much better. Now not only will he not accidentally puncture his face or anything, he can talk properly, too.]

Sure. If you keep the nails out of your mouth.

[That very faint scold is probably the most assertive the Soldier's been with Aziraphale outside of being the Sergeant.]

It's not like I'm going to eat them.

They're not very tasty, if you're wondering. But I don't want to clean the metal out of my pockets.

[ Priorities, man. ]

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