deercountry | 11 . clockhouse rebuilding!

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11 . clockhouse rebuilding!

Who: Those who have offered to help rebuild the Clockhouse, and anyone else who'd like to pitch in!
What: An open mingle log to repair after fires and floods.
When: Throughout September, precise dates not specified.
Where: In Gaze, at the forest's edge.

[ When the weather and chaos dies down, work on the Clockhouse picks up. The building was once an old Deerington mansion, luridly green and eccentric; age faded it into half a ruin, and July's fire did the rest. August's flooding came fast and hard, and now there's very little left to salvage.

The first step has been a damage assessment, with volunteers picking through the structurally unstable ruins, finding singed fiction novels, crisped houseplants, and a weird number of melted grandfather clocks. Demolition goes quickly, while Ozpin stands by and does not even try to control the situation.

Volunteers are needed to design the new structure, carry in materials, and build... and then to decorate and enchant what they've created. The few Sleepers with genuine construction experience provide direction, Ozpin sometimes among them, but things are largely chaotic. A few Sleepers provide snacks and cheerleading.

This is a mingle log. Please feel free to make a toplevel, and comment with your character's contributions below! ]

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[ falco's legs tug near immediately. if there was anything he could use to create some sort of barricade between them in the meantime, it was going to be peter's hoodie: rolled and bundled in front of his face while the rest of falco curves into his arms, needing to, at least for a moment. it allows him to breathe. ]

Before I even got it. [ muffled, but quieter, with effort to keep clear. ] We'd study it. Back home. We'd compete to be Warriors. That's the right to inherit a Titan. Our families would be safe that way— and each Warrior has a 13-year term— Because the lifespan is shortened. All of them— [ he shakes his head, because of the lack of a further answer. ] It just is.

[ biologically speaking— maybe metaphysically, too. it's a phenomenon that surpasses the sciences and dips into vaster territories. ]

Mine, um— Was an accident. I was planning to inherit anyway, to make sure Gabi didn't and . . . I don't regret it, but— Sometimes I just— Remember.

[ remember that he loves people here, and even if he managed to stay, that entire decade— it'd hurt, but it's only the worry of someone with a timer, really. ]

Lance is just sort of focusing very hard on keeping his powers under control. The glow is now suspiciously concentrated to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as Keith comes over to help. He is clenching his jaw perhaps a little too hard for comfort but he doesn't feel it.

The sight of the nail in his hand likewise doesn't really have much of an effect on him besides a mild grimace as he realizes that's gonna hurt a lot when he can feel again. But he's used to gore, so for the most part, he just sighs as the nail is pulled out and he lifts it up to test the movement. He then busies himself with pulling off his glove so he can get a good look at the hole and see if it has any particles of wood or leather in there.

It keeps him from looking at sweaty Keith in his tank top… but he can smell him, and god that's somehow worse? Why is the smell of sweaty and dirty Keith getting to him? This is stupid!

"I-I'm fine. Do you really have to be so close, Mullet head? Y-you're worse than my mom."

"Oh— I'm sure he'd like to have you over, sometime." Is it weird to help arrange playdates with his demon and the friends he's made here? Yes, but... Well. Paimon will probably end up trying to bring Luca home sometime anyway.... Peter might as well help make the process smoother. Besides... he'd like to get to know the younger boy, too. And help keep an eye on him.

"You're welcome to come over anytime, though. We live in Gaze. It's just me and.... him, and my girlfriend. We're always down for dinner guests. I've got some video games and stuff too, always looking for someone to tag-team with." He smiles, but the expression wavers a bit at Luca's next words.

"Shit, I'm sorry to hear that. I definitely didn't think you looked... scary. If anything, it was really cool? But I guess people are always going to default to being scared of stuff they've never seen before."

[Ruby sees this and lets out a cry.]

Lance!

[She can't believe this. She can't believe her friend would accidentally do this.]

Don't just stare at them- Help her cover up.

[Don't mind Ruby as she uses her cold blood powers to make a makeshift ice bra around the former pillar?? boobs.]

I mean it was kind of a chaotic month, I don't blame you for that.

[She wasn't about to hold it against anyone there.]

I mean to be fair, they had some help. Vira-Lorr was pretty heavy on the corruption and Reaper was kind of upset with some of my housemates. That and a friend who was going through it thought the best way to protect me was to kidnap me during the fight.

...That's at least part of the story about how it happened.

[Ruby eventually calms down on the shaking. Peter seems conscious enough and she's run out of gusto in that regard.]

I don't know- I was looking for some supplies and when I came around the corner you were on the ground.

[She does notice the water. She doesn't have a towel or anything but she might... pat him down a little with her cloak. Now the dirt from dragging him around is smeared and wet.]

Uh... No. You're very much alive. Trust me, I'd know if we were dead. And Ange would be super mad at me for dying.

...geez.

[Yeah! That's a lot! Michael looks a little abashed, but he's willing to admit:]

I was, uh, having trouble with the corruption too. That's why I wasn't around.

In a way. In a way it really was parallel universes, because Deerington had been involved before, but how did she explain this? It felt important, because... it was technically the same Penny, which was what killed her.

Sort of yes. Sort of no. It's the same her.
But when we arrived the first time? She knew we were enemies, but she didn't hate me yet.
There was still a hope of us getting along, and me coming to terms with my past?

All of it happened, and we became friends, before the memories of what I did came.
We could process it. It wasn't easy, but we were able to forgive each other.
But this time? She doesn't remember Deerington at all, and everything from Remnant.

It's why sometimes I'm almost afraid if someone comes from Remnant.

She sighed. Explaining it was hard, but at least she'd had time to piece together why it had played out this way. The same Penny, but the first one had Deerington to help, and this one didn't. So, in a way... different universes. In a way? Not.

Helps a lot that, as long as a certain idiot or ones like him?
As long as they don't decide to burn the place down out of spite, we can actually build here.
It's just weird that we've been spending the last year of our lives building a life.

I don't think I ever believed that'd be a thing for me.

[But she'd been living in this world, on her own, holding down a job. What? A full year? It really was strange that things had been this normal for her.

Also, yes. Fuck John. Red hot spike. Definitely she agreed to that part with a firm nod.]

It wasn't something Anna ever expected to understand (not entirely), but she admired NP for taking the time to try. It felt more complicated than it all needed to be; she wished that someone or something could come along to just make everything easier. But it never worked out that way, did it? It never would.

"So it's closer to what would happen to me when people fell off the app," she said quietly, trying to relate it back to the familiar. "All these conversations, all this understanding, and it just vanishes into thin air." She sighed a little more heavily. "I'm sorry, Neo. I am. It's terrible, and it makes you worry whether anyone is going to see the kind of work you put into getting better."

She still wished so desperately that she had any kind of answer to all of this, even if she thought she understood it better. Knowing the question didn't help. "It's not fair to you. And I don't think it's something you deserve."

If Cassandra is your name, Cassandra you shall be, until he is ready to greet you properly.

[Baltus is ready to run, honestly, to dash back and forth in a fit of the zoomies. When the other omen pauses, though, he stays where he is, front half on the ground and tail still swishing idly through the air.]

Xerxes is busy. He knows I am happy, but this is easy to blame on The Nieces. Shall I keep you a secret, then? I am as good at it as he is, even from Xerxes himself.

This turns out to be both a good and bad decision. Good because he is no longer melting the beam. Bad because now he's in direct contact with Shiro's warmblood ass and it turns his hands into signal flares. He can feel the rest of him start to destabilize and he yelps, leaping from Shiro's grasp and putting a safe distance between them.

"What the hell is happening?!" He sure is glowing all over and looking down at himself while shaking out his arms and moving his feet up and down to try and prevent the floor from igniting. This isn't his first experience with warmblood power enhancement, but he also has not figured out or been told that's a thing. "Not again! This is like the worst place for this!"

If the situation wasn't as emotionally gut-wrenching for her as it was, Neo probably would have snapped her fingers and gestured with finger guns at that. Yes. This was exactly like that time when suddenly someone forgot their entire past that they recalled, and suddenly all the pain was there again. As it was, she nodded glumly and sighed. She was, at least, glad that there was someone who was capable of realizing exactly what she was experiencing on some level. Memory shenanigans only possible in a life like the one like they lived.

She kept one hand to the side, typing slowly. It's not fair to her either or something she deserves. She's not a bad person. She might be the best of all of us. And I feel selfish wanting it back.

"What - "

A lot happens in a short amount of time. One second, he's bracing himself under the weight of falling Lance, the next, he's almost staggering at the sudden lack of it. Listen, no matter how shredded you are, suddenly having weight piled on and removed is enough to unsettle just about anyone.

Not to mention how Lance is reacting overall.

"What's going on! Are you okay?"

[ Ange lets out a small huff of breath. ]

Well, she sure tried. [ Perhaps a little too vague, but she does seem to leave it at that.. but with a small smile on her face. It reminds her of the sisters, and their constantly loud antics. She remembers how they accompanied her whenever she felt lonely.

Her only friends.

(Maybe that's why they're not here now, Ange thinks. Because she found different friends.)

Shaking off that thought, she wants to focus much more on what Paimon is saying here. If not just because she finds it fascinating whenever he opens up about something - and it's something she wants to encourage enough to immediately zoom in on it. ]

Why did you not like it?

[ Sure, she can guess, given that Lucifer seems so important to Paimon - or his Lucifer does, anyway.

But she wants him to be able to have the floor to voice it himself. No matter how much Ange may hate talking about her feelings herself, she knows that doing so can be a good base to figure out your feelings in the first place. ]

"It sounds like fun!"

So basically, he'd love to go on a playdate with Paimon and he doesn't think it's weird at all.

"And I spend a lot of time in the Gaze! I've been studying at the School of Mutter and I love looking at all the stuff in the Archives, so I can always swing by after I'm done there! But I'm glad you didn't think I looked scary. People here have been so much nicer about my other form than they were back home."

Oh! Good idea. Like Leftenet Kernal. You know, because they eat seeds and stuff?

[She's pretty sure she's hilarious.]

Yeah- I'm pretty sure I saw Oscar moving some bags of it earlier. They're probably out at the back with Shortcake!

[Don't mind Ruby as she's already grabbing Willow's hand to drag her along with her.]

[Ruby considers this briefly. They were getting married, that was true. But Ruby wasn't exactly sure what the words "settle down" even meant. She wasn't exactly ready for that but- She could respect that Ange wasn't out for epic battles on the high sea. She did deserve a vacation.]

Oh- Well you can definitely do that! And if they attack the ship. I'll say that you're my precious treasure or booty and that I've got to protect you.

[THey've got this! Nothing can stop them.

Except Ruby sees the chicken launch itself over Battler and there's a brief moment where she has to cheer.]

Oh wow, General Henstable! That was amazing!

[Cheer on the wrong side.

And it distracts her from where she's running.

Which is right into Battler.

Ooops.]

Anna took a second to think about that. To really consider everything that she'd lost up to this point. Sure, she had gained things too; she had someone who treated her better than Rose ever had, than Rose ever knew how to. But that didn't mean she was free from the fucked up dreams where she was still with Rose and she could still see her ex smiling and happy. It didn't mean she was free of imagining the times she could've been spending with Lillian or Freya or anyone else. It was selfish to want them all back in her life when they had... well, when most of them had lives all their own.

She realized, too late, that she had been going too long without saying something. Hopefully the look on her face, with her eye closed, read as pensive rather than exhausted. "I know," she said at last. "I know it feels selfish. Maybe it is selfish. But when you work so hard to fix something and then it all breaks for reasons you can't control... you're always going to feel selfish wanting it back. And it sucks. It's just another reason all of this sucks, 'cause nobody did anything to take it away from you." She stroked her friend's hair again, like it was going to help.

"I still haven't found a way to make it hurt any less."

Why are you cheering for it-?

[ Battler has half-turned his head to try and track the bird as it goes over him. So he doesn't see her coming at him. Oops.

He collides with her as he tries to about turn and there's a giant thud as the two smack into each other and go down in a tangle of limbs.

Ow. ]

Don't worry about it. You're here now and that's what counts.

And honestly. I'm glad you're doing okay after all that.

I'm pretty sure Ange would be awfully torn up if something happened to you.

...oh. Well - yeah, yeah, I'm...fine.

[He's flustered. Of course he is.]

[Oscar visibly shuddered at the thought and, despite himself, whined exactly like a teenager over it.]

No kidding. I'm too young to be a veteran of Trench's chicken wars.

[He was too young to be a veteran of any war, but that was a discussion for another day. Shortcake snuffled at his hair while he leaned back against the wall and looked up at Willow, at ease with just the normal acts of an old fashioned house raising party.]

I'll just be glad when we're all back together again. It's been weird with everyone split up across town. I miss the weekend breakfasts, and movies together.

"Yeah- I mean. In a place like this I guess it was bound to happen. My first house in the dream exploded too. So- I feel like fiery ends are just our thing now." She gave a little shrug as if she didn't mind so much. But she minded. She minded a lot.

"Here's hoping your place stays intact. It's a quirky place and doesn't deserve that."

If Ruby had sleeves she would roll them up to, but instead she gives a thumbs up before she squats down to grab one of the stacks of wood. She keeps an eye to make sure Luz has a grip on it before she starts to lift.

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