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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While Lance was blind, he definitely bugged Keith to help him aim when getting lumber from the woods to transport to this rebuilding effort. He'd told Ange and Ruby he would, and it's damn well going to happen. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him depending on your point of view, he has his vision back. Just in time to see Keith feeling overheated and sweaty and wearing a tank top.

He also has no sense of touch this week, so when he's distracted by looking at Keith in all his horrible disgusting sweaty mullet glory, he doesn't notice when he places a nail into his own hand. And then when he's caught looking, his face will glow bright as he looks away and his powers flare and he sets the floor he's nailing down on fire.

"Sh-shit!"

Different perspectives yet again at play. The trouble, the real trouble, is that Paimon and Peter aren't on the same page. If Peter was chill as could be with this and didn't care about faceplanting, that'd be one thing. The two aren't talking, unless something radical has changed of late. Duty doubts they've endrun around the whole process.

"Damn, how come he doesn't love you?" Duty deadpans.

He motions toward the furniture he set them on. "You're faceplanting your relationship every time he faceplants," Duty says, "Least you could do is stop fifteen seconds early and sit him down. Show an ounce of respect."

[Any parts of the structure that requires the extra support of a metal post or beam, Lance has volunteered his powers to weld into place. Unfortunately, a mishap with warmblood enhancement caused his powers to burst out of his control at the wrong moment and… a metal structural post is now a melted mess. But it still does the job?

He's currently walking around it critically, squinting and trying to figure out if he can or even should reshape it. A hand goes to his chin as he tilts at the waist and squints at a particularly bulbous part that looks like… a pair of boobs. A remarkably anatomically accurate pair of boobs.]

[He was just placing down some flooring, settled in for some proper work that's not just hauling materials now that he can see. The last thing he expected or wanted to see when he was just trying to go about his damn day doing something normal for once, was a guy HORROR MOVIE CRAWLING ON THE WALL AND CEILING.]

AHHHHHH! [He yells and has the presence of mind to not use his inflammatory powers in the wood structure that just burned down. So he's taking that nail gun and firing it at Paimon wildly. He's a sharpshooter so his aim is extremely good, but he's also startled and not used to this 'weapon', so it's possible for the demon to dodge.]

Great idea! Man- Ange and Qrow would probably love Hammocks!

[Not that she can picture Ange relaxing outside like that- But her uncle. Definitely.

Except Ruby's congratulations are cut short as chickens and lumber start falling around her.]

Ah- Ah!

[She's quick to use her semblance to burst from one to another to try and catch anything before it falls. But she's only one girl and the best she can do is keep them from hitting the chickens before they eventually start crashing to the ground.]

I got the right!

[And Ruby darts to the right. There's a certain playful intensity to her movements now that she's got a team mate there.

Meanwhile the chickens notice they've got two people coming at them from different directions. They try to maneuver out of the way, but that does lead them toward a fenced off corner at the edge of the yard.]

( Paimon lights up at the compliment to his handiwork, especially pleased that Ange approves of them. By now, he's learned that "cute" is a favourable term, something humans do use to express delight. )

I am pleased that you like them.

( He reaches out for another, one still in need of a second googly eye. It's slow, careful work.... Carefully peeling the filmy back from the eye, he then presses the sticky side firmly to his clay creation and holds it there with his thumb for a few long moments to make sure it secures in place. As he does, he tilts his head towards Ange, listening. )

I have not... I did not know I could.

( There is a power in names, and it's something he's very careful towards. He's only named one other thing on his own: Lu / Na, the two-headed fish that he'd rescued from the pond back in Deerington..... named after Luna, of course... but creating original names... He isn't used to it, and automatically defaults to wanting to come up with something Ange might request specifically, to please her. )

What names do you like...?

( Peter's still extremely out of it, but the more the other speaks, the more... familiar the voice sounds. He... knows that voice, doesn't he? His head lolls to the other side, eyes kind of rolling with it, swiveling around. He still doesn't make any movement to swat at the chickens pecking at his fingers or shoelaces..... the demons will eat him alive, and it's what he deserves....

....The voice is moving around, the person changing position. Moving away, then back again.... and suddenly, there's liquid being poured on him. Are they waterboarding him....?

...Wait, no, it's just going in his mouth. Kind of. Peter isn't actually swallowing yet, so the water that Ruby pours just ends up dribbling down the sides of his face, down his neck and getting his shirt a bit wet. He sputters, some water spitting out in Ruby's direction. Finally, some kind of survival mechanism kicks in, and Peter starts trying to shout, though it just sounds all.. wet. )

Hwelwp!!!! Oh my gwod! I'm dwying!

[The sputtering catches her by surprise and she let's out a shriek before jumping backwards. Water splashing all over Peter and herself as she loses her grip on the bottle.

But- When she realizes that he's actually moving around more and making an attempt to talk. She'll throw her hands into the air and cheer out.]

I did it! Ruby Rose and her miracle cures save the day again!

[There are two kinds of people.]

Oh. That sure is... some information! Peter's giving another blink as he takes the boy in all over again, slowly remembering the way he'd looked before. Scales and webs and fins. Peter doesn't remember being too afraid, though. The boy had been... sweet, and young, the same as he is now.

"Oh. So you can swap between both? That's cool." He means it, even as he's still processing this. Besides he kind of has two forms too, if you think about it. Speaking of...

"You said my demon came out? He didn't try to hurt you, did he...?"

"Hey Luz, Nice to see you made it!" Ruby stands up from where she had been nailing some boards and glances around.

"I think we have a fresh shipment of wood and supplies coming around in a few. Do you want give me a hand lifting it to the other side of the house?"

[Oh it's Willow! Ruby gives a friendly wave as she runs by.]

It does! It definitely does! Maybe a double demotion!

[But then she stops in her tracks and starts to run backwards to bring herself back face to face with Willow.]

I know you've probably got something bigger and more important to do here- but do you mind giving me a hand here?

"Well sure, I told Ange I'd be here! It sucks you guys lost your place; I'd be devastated if I lost ours!"

In more ways than one.

"Yeah, sure! Let me just..."

Luz was already pushing up her sleeves so she'd be ready!

[ Ange seems to consider this for a brief moment, and then asks: ]

Could it really be that hard?

[ Granted, she knows absolutely nothing about installing clocks either.. when you've lived the rich life all your life, you never really consider the woes of having to install everything in your own home. ]

I mean, I could probably just conjure up a clock and have it be.. there. [ Followed up by a vague hand gesture. ] Unless it needs something to work. [ How do clocks work?! Ange sure doesn't know. ]

You have some weird concerns.

[ THANKS, ANGE... GIRL...

It's not like she means it terribly badly though. It's just that she thinks Break is being a little dramatic here, though she can't quite figure out how much of that is on purpose and how much of it does have a center of truth in it. But just in case there is a bit of the latter, Ange doesn't fully grind this poor old man into the dust.

She does have a heart, after all. ]

But fine, fine. I can ask her to change you into something at least marginally cooler than a frog, so you won't have to feel so bad next to him. [ You know, like Beatrice would just cooperate with that when the intention is to punish Break for his Rasputin-related insolence in the first place. ] What animal were you thinking of?

Stop saying that! [ So fussy. ] You're seriously starting to ask for it, with how often you're saying it.

[ If there's even such a thing as jinxing it out there. But there often is, in this place.

Ange remains still though, holding onto the beam the best she can, even as she speaks up. ]

Have you ever heard of such a thing as too much confidence, onii-chan?

You're taking too much. This wasn't in the terms of our contract.

[ Like they have a contract. A formal hand holding contract.

But clearly a verbal promise is exactly the same thing as a binding contract. Ange is a lawyer now. She knows how this stuff works. ]

You can't just one-up it without asking me first!

[ This lady is definitely protesting too much.

Especially since she's still clinging to Ruby, rather than, you know, actually trying to get back down onto her own feet. Which would be a whole lot more productive for Ange to do right now.

And yet she isn't. ]

"She absolutely does!"

In fact, Ange almost sounds a little offended as she says it. Like she's insulted that Shiro wouldn't even believe her terrible, terrible plight here. Ange may exaggerate a lot in the name of deadpan and sarcasm, but not about this.

Never about this.

"I don't think there's a single movie I've been able to watch without constantly being moved up and down. It makes the action scenes way too hard to keep up with!" Because that's clearly the problem with the entire thing. Not being able to keep up with the action.

The bridge of her nose is all wrinkled up into a pout, but.. hey, at least Shiro seems amused. At least this man is getting to let off some steam for once, rather than getting all wound up. (Which means it's Ange's turn to be wound up and pouty over here.)

"No. Why would he? He seemed really nice. He gave me a coin."

Which Luca had stashed away with the rest of the shiny things he'd gathered.

[Michael - who is also accustomed to just conjuring up whatever he wants, even if Trench has limited that somewhat - mulls this over for a second.]

Gears?

[ Of course Luna has come to help. Ruby and Ange are her very good friends, and she wants to offer as much help as she can to help rebuild a home lost. She has also brought along her boyfriend, Peter Graham (along with his demon) to help out too. For the most part, they can often be seen close together. Peter will be drifting around her while she works on helping to clear rubble or levitating pieces of timber and rock for those who need it. Paimon is a little more close to her, looking to her for direction as she asks him to conjure items for the house.

... Which doesn't always go so swimmingly, with the demon unintentionally going overboard and ending up burning out Peter — sending him crumpling into a heap face-first into the ground. She'll be found sitting quietly with an unconscious Peter when she finds him passed out, the boy's head resting in her lap while she strokes his hair and murmurs softly to him. She doesn't look to worried; he'll be fine, it's fine.

As the house takes shape, Luna is very much in her element with decorating. She can be found painting the interior walls and even take it upon herself to paint murals to liven the walls up a bit. Painting rather abstract patterns and plants in some places or doing delicate flowers around doorways. On a particular wall, she might be persuaded to add in a mural dedicated to Moon Presence: a huge moon sitting above the Pthumerian Ocean. In the sky, Moon Presence curves around one side of the moon. On the other, closer to the ground, is Cynthia Sodder; dressed in white with her golden hair floating about her head, her expression kindly with her eyes closed as she holds a fawn in her arms. For those who've met Cynthia, they'll note a striking accuracy — she looks incredibly life-like, as if the very paint itself is breathing.

In addition, once things are just about complete, Luna will be working on placing protective enchantments on the Clockhouse. She'll work on both the exterior and interior, casting charms over rooms and windows. For those magically sensitive there'll be a pleasant hum in the air — a gentle yet powerful charge from each cast. Others will see the air shift before her as she utters enchantments, soft white-blue light lifting from the floor to ceiling. She's working hard to ensure what happened isn't repeated so easily. ]

Ange, Ange, Ange.

[Ruby takes on a light chiding tone. She's not very good at it. It's broken up by a light little giggle but she is trying.]

You do know that I was wanted for treason back at home, right?

Do you really expect the infamous Ruby Rose to play by the rules of the law?

[This was a completely different situation and she had never wanted to be an enemy of the state. But she was going to play it up as best she could.]

I take what I want!

[And she'll prove it by leaning in and kissing Ange on the cheek.]

[ Surely the two of them can outsmart a chicken. Right?

He crouches a little low as he advances, eyes narrowed in concentration. ]

Alright. C'mere-

[ There's a flurry of wings and feathers and the hen in question launches herself straight up and at him - and over.

Oops. ]

You really think I'm gonna curse myself or something?

[ He snorts. ]

...well. I know all about that kinda stuff now. I'll be OK.

[ Luck, curses, whatever you want to call it. He knows how to deal with it.

Maybe.

The sawing continues, blade biting through it with each push-pull. He grunts. ]

I should be confident, right? Or try to be? No such thing as too much, I think.

"Sorry, I - "

He feels a little bad for laughing like this. Laughing at Ange, especially. But how can he not? The mental image of Ruby scooping her up, of doing reps with Ange as an unwilling barbell is just too hysterical not to appreciate.

At least he doesn't have to sit down to do it. If he was shrimp-curled up on the ground, then this would be way more embarrassing for both of them. But probably more Ange than him.

"I'm so- I'm sorry, I - just picturing it is getting me."

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