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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Re: one

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes, I'd really appreciate some help.

[ He gets up from where he's sitting and dusts himself off. ]

If you wouldn't mind handing me some of that wood, dear.

I'm Aziraphale, by the way. I don't think we've met.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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]

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

[ He pulls out a large tartan thermos. ]

[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.]

[lunchbreaks]

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

[ He offers up both. ]

It'll keep you hardy for work.

[onlyeverdoubted]

[He is very good at following orders.]

I meant, um, milk and sugar, I don't... don't mind.

[This is what you get for not finishing sentences, Rook.]

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, alright. Well, here you are.

[ He's so nervous but honestly it's a nervewracking place, Aziraphale can only be kind and hope he becomes more comfortable. ]

[onlyeverdoubted]

[This is his normal level of nerves and unmotivated kindness just makes him more suspicious. But. Tea.]

Th-thanks, been a bit.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes.

Are you adjusting well to life here?

[onlyeverdoubted]

[No.]

Sure.

[He finally takes a sip. It's not anything like home, but it is definitely tea.]

It's nice to, um, have... s-something concrete to do.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes. If you want, after this, we should probably get started on that greenhouse.

There is very much to do around here before we can worry about the fighting.

[onlyeverdoubted]

I, uh, think I'd be more useful with the greenhouse.

[He's not really much good at fighting, leaving aside how much more he wants to do, ever.]

N-not that I know, uh, a lot about... It's probably pretty easy to figure out.

[Though, while not an expert, he has to ask.]

What does a greenhouse accomplish without sunlight?

[lunchbreaks]

We'll make artificial light, Rook.

[ He snaps his fingers and brings down a little bit of a glow. It's not very bright, but it's definitely obvious. ]

Like this.

[onlyeverdoubted]

[Bodhi's expression is one of mild surprise rather than shock.]

And that works on, um, a scale that'll grow plants?

[lunchbreaks]

Well.

We'll have to see about that.

Should at least be enough for an herb garden!

[onlyeverdoubted]

[Bodhi has no questions at all about prioritizing herb production. Food should taste like something.]

I suppose the plants that are already here must be doing... something.