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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[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?"

[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?"

[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."