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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[savingthrows]

[ The smile she gives Aziraphale is wry. Sometimes she forgets not everyone saw what she could do on the beach that first day - night? - of her arrival. They'd shared cake and little conversation, not powers. ]

Watch.

[ And she looks at the stack of wood, stretches out one thing arm, hand shaped as if she's reaching for it, as if her fingers are claws about to dig in. Lips pressed together in concetration, as a stack of wood much too heavy for even strong, adult men to lift begins to wobble, at first, and then lift smoothly on Eleven's calm exhale. ]

[lunchbreaks]

[ He watches this with bated breath and then his eyes light up like fireworks. ]

Oh.

That's... quite marvelous, Eleven.

[ He claps his hands together in surprise. ]

[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.

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--Eleven!

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

Your nose is bleeding, are you quite alright?

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven's brows go up, but she reaches to wipe at the blood fully unconcerned. ]

Of course.

[ It takes a moment for his concern to click - she's so used to it, people from home are so used to it. Here, people tend to get so worried.

Eleven feelsa little bad for that. ]

The... nose bleed? It's normal.

[lunchbreaks]

Does it hurt?

[ He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab it on her nose. ]

It certainly doesn't look very good, if this is what you consider normal.

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven gives that some thought or a moment. Does it hurt?

She's never considered that much. ]

Only when I... drain. When I use too much. Fighting.

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, right, fighting.

Well, let's try not to do any of that, shall we?

Perhaps a rest might do.