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.

Comments

[lunchbreaks]

Despite his reputation, he is my oldest and dearest friend. It is quite a good thing, I'd think. Don't tell him that.

[ He also takes out a small tin from his pocket and hands Ambrose some shortbread. ]

[necromantiae]

Well then, I'll take it.

( ambrose glances around at the group of people that are all helping to put the ferry back together. )

Is your friend here today? Volunteering his services to fix what's broken?

( isn't that what friends do? )

[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. ]

[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!

[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. )

[lunchbreaks]

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

[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

[lunchbreaks]

Nearly a century, dear? You have a great skincare routine.

[necromantiae]

Oh, I do but that's not really why I look so young and vibrant. One benefit of being a warlock is we don't age as quickly as normal humans do.

( but he appreciate the compliment nonetheless. )

So, give me a century and maybe I'll get a grey hair.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, but you'd look good with grey hair, I think.

Some of us have just always been a bit white.

[ He looks upwards towards his cloudy mounds of curls. ]

[necromantiae]

Really? Always this color then? Never thought about dying it?

( would you want to be a pink haired rebel, aziraphale? )

[lunchbreaks]

Absolutely not! No other colors would work with my clothes. And my skintone!

[ You try to come near him with manic and there will only be panic. ]

[necromantiae]

How do you know if you haven't tried?

( come on, you gotta live a little! )

[lunchbreaks]

Well, I've bought many brightly-colored clothes. I think they looked quite awful on me!

[necromantiae]

Have you gotten anyone else's opinion?

( what did your friend, crowley, think aziraphale? )

[lunchbreaks]

[ He frowns and then after a long pause, makes a gesture. His hair turns a bright burnished copper. ]

See?

[necromantiae]

What's so wrong with that? I think it looks good.

( maybe not as good as what he usually wore but still good. )

You're good looking overall.

[lunchbreaks]

That's very sweet of you, Ambrose, but--

[ With another gesture, it's now long and purple. He looks ridiculous. ]

[necromantiae]

Now, that...is a look.

( ambrose snickers and shakes his head. )

You look like you belong at Woodstock.

[lunchbreaks]

What is Woodstock, is that a shop?

[ Another gesture, and he's got a flashy silver-black ombre mullet that looks like it's made of tinsel. ]

[necromantiae]

Woodstock was a big music festival back in the sixties. It was outdoor and fell of people with hair like that who just did a lot of drugs, had a lot of sex and listened to music.

( ambrose hadn't attended. )

Now, that's a mullet. That's amazing.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He reminds himself that Ambrose means the 1960s. ]

Only the once?

I imagine you had a good time.

[ Another turn and now he has a very mod 60s haircut, big and round with a thick fringe. ]