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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[For the first time in a very long time, Oscar Pine was in his element.

Raised on a farm and granted the time to hone his skills, what he lacked in actual combat capacity he made up for with his brain for plans, mechanical workings, and numbers. The stable where the cows and his horse named Shortcake lived was his primary workspace. It was familiar, and he had hidden some drafting supplies amid the horse tack for when he just wanted to sketch out a few plans with the animals as company.

Once equipped with his basic tools, he set about helping with the drafting. Naturally, he would defer to people with more experience, but he didn't spend the train ride to Argus reading tech manuals for nothing.

Once drafting was completed, he could be found fussing over plans for the kitchen. He welcomed other people getting involved, but he wanted to double check and make sure that Ruby hadn't snuck any explosive surprises into the details. Overall, he also wanted to make sure that it was Ruby and Ange Proof.

Shadowing him the whole time is the large black stallion he had met early on during his stay in the Dream. Shortcake, as the horse was affectionately dubbed, shadowed Oscar the whole time-- either right by his shoulder or staring balefully from afar. It was as if the beast had made it his objective to protect the farmlad from further danger, and its ominous aura certainly had a way of fending off anyone with ill intent.

Even if it meant drawing curious eyes in exchange.]

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[Break's primary concern is also the kitchen, so having Oscar as an ally here has been welcome. It means an amiable creampuff now gets to be in charge of the diplomatic bits of getting this sorted, and once things are actually built, Break's contribution can be more along the lines of making it happen faster and then making the room unnecessarily gorgeous once all the basics are in place.

It also means, you know, someone who actually lives in the Clockhouse and thus has more say in the matter is on his side here, as Break and Oscar have a great many of the same priorities in how the room should work. Look, it's not Break's kitchen and he knows that, but also he likes to be in it and play in it and he is spiritually a spoiled housecat and therefore it is in fact his kitchen actually.]

We ought to move the sink from the countertop to the island, don't you think? [He leans over Oscar's shoulder as he makes this observation and does not care about Shortcake; his house has a nightmare steed lurking on the grounds these days.] That puts a water source in a more central location. Less scurrying about in a frenzy if certain someones set a fire somewhere.

[Look. The certain someones have been living in his house lately. He is aware.]

.....you know what? You're completely right.

[He was a little fussy about his kitchens typically. It was ideal for the sink to either have a view of the interior or a view of the outside, preferably within the full counter for the stability of the plumbing. The combined forces of Ruby and Ange, however, probably required other solutions.]

Do you think they'll get better after the wedding? [He asked, looking up from his notes.] Or worse? I'm sixteen, I don't know how these things work that well.

[Break is always right, this is true.]

Hah? I really don't think the wedding will make a difference. It's not as though this one is arranged and they're still getting to know one another, or they're only just preparing to combine their lives. As they've already been living together for some while, in this case it's more just a ceremony to acknowledge the vows they intend to make to one another, and to give their loved ones a chance to celebrate that.

[This just in, weird new uncle tickled to have a boyfriend at forty and totally chill with boyfriend being allergic to being labeled as such apparently has no problem rattling off the nuances of weddings when called upon.]

[Of course Break was always right. He was a sparkly adult with halfway decent sensibilities. Food and warm drinks did always make everything better, and sometimes a singing princess movie really was necessary to make sense of the world.]

That makes sense. I still just worry about Ruby getting excited because of everything finally being official and doing something really dangerous or silly.

Or both. A lot of times, it's both.

That's just the charm of Miss Ruby being Miss Ruby, isn't it? That girl hardly needs something so grand as a wedding to give her a reason to instigate shenanigans.

["Charm", he calls it, and he means it, but Break makes a face anyway. You hit a point in your professional brat-chasing career where even thinking of this or that simply makes you Tired.]

[Oscar laughed. Somehow, he understood both sides of the equation well enough to still find all of this entertaining. Regardless, he appreciated Break's opinion.]

I guess I'm going to need to be ready to hunt down any guns that Ruby has hidden around. Stop any problems... because there's no stopping her.

[ In contrast, the brain of Alice has very little in the way of mechanical workings or numbers. She is looking over Oscar's shoulder, opposite the big horse. He has given her food and now she doesn't respect his personal space, in gratitude. ]

You need a ballroom, for throwing parties in. All grand houses should have one.

Eh?

[The lack of respect for his personal space was one matter, but he knew this girl's appetite. Grimly, he hoped that she wouldn't try to eat him...]

But we didn't have one before, and we got along just fine. What if we made the library a little bigger instead?

[With a stroke of his pencil, he drew out a line that extended the length of the library by a few feet. Ozpin was a professor, so it had to be okay!]

[ She's been missing her favorite chew toy so that's not an unfounded assumption. ]

You can do better than fine. You need somewhere to dance around in and set up punch bowls!

[Please. Seriously. Don't eat him. He's a growing teenager and probably is all crunchy and chewy and gross!]

...What kinda parties do you think we're having? The last one involved everyone crowding into Ozpin's bathroom and dying our hair in the bathtub!

[ Still got that baby fat in the cheeks tho? Thinking about it, chomp chomp chomp... ]

If you had a ballroom you would have better parties. You could have a fountain and dye your hair in that.

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[ Ange has been around and helping with everything, really. But it's quite hard to not fuss at the same time about the weird stuff that could become part of this house if she doesn't keep an eye out to at least stop the worst of the ideas, especially when you're Ange Ushiromiya and always - secretly - fussing in the first place.

It's why she eventually goes to look for Oscar in the kitchen. Not because she suspects he's one of the people who want to make this place entirely ridiculous - no, quite the opposite.

She needs allies in this, okay. ]

Oscar. [ Ange speaks up as she enters the kitchen, the room still in its starting phase. ] No one has done anything too weird here yet, right? I think I heard Ruby mention something about a slide?

[ That probably was just a momentary whim.

Hopefully. ]

[The question was enough to get Oscar to fully stop what he was doing. Slowly, with the obvious intention of a person who knew they were on the verge of disaster, he looked up and levelled his full attention on Ange.][w e l p.]

We're gonna have to start poking around in all the little corners. Who knows where she might have hidden one?

.. you think she hid it?!

[ Mind you, that tone? It's not disbelief.

Ange is way past disbelieving anything when it comes to the girl she loves. Ruby is.. well, she truly is something else, isn't she.

It's more just surprise, because she realises this could entirely be the case. ]

If she could have hidden that, she could have hidden anything though! [ Like butt pumpkins.

THE HORROR. ]

It's Ruby.

[Oscar said, full seriousness. If he had an exploration hat, he would have been reaching for it in that instant. Instead, the best he could do was roll up the plans and tuck them away in his secured lock box-- just in case anyone got any wild ideas.]

She stood in the barrel of a rifle to take out a mech, and she turns pumpkins into butts. I don't put anything past her.

[ Ange releases a deep breath. ]

Oscar.

[ She sounds so serious here. This is the tone of someone overseeing a war room. Which the kitchen has basically been turned into now. Possibly.

This situation is clearly very serious and dramatic, general Oscar. ]

I'm going to open that kitchen cabinet over there. [ Ange points at it. ] And if a hidden Ruby slide pops out, I will not stand for the consequences.

[ Whatever those may be. ]

[Neo looked... uh, pristine. She didn't look like she was sweating or covered in dust. Her appearance was absolutely unchanged from the usual, so much so that anyone who knew her would know the illusions were in full place like always. She never did like to let people see her sweat, even when it was just hauling debris to get dumped out so they could build. Neo was going to Neo.

Seeing him there, with a horse behind him, she took a break from her work to amble over in his direction, offering the shadowy horse an apple and smiling over at him, doing the one handed typing thing.]

How you holding up?

[Shortcake was aware of this girl's reputation, but also aware that Oscar had a working and friendly enough relationship with her. He accepted the offered apple without fuss, but kept an eye on Neopolitan for now...]

Oh. Well. Okay, I guess?

[Oscar flashed her an awkward smile as he responded and shrugged, leaving the sentiment that it would be what it was unspoken. He was tired of the continued chaos, but it would be good to be at home again.]

[she definitely could understand any awkwardness. Leaning against a post in the ground, she sighed and relaxed, looking around. At the moment, she was doing ... well, a lot better than she'd been when she'd gotten Ruby in on that marathon viewing of dumb movies at the worst possible time. But all of that was out of her system by now.]

How's the rebuilding going?
Anywhere you guys really need an extra set of hands?
Don't worry. I'll leave the miniguns to Qrow.
Assuming he convinces Ange to say yes.

[Willow also has a strong interest in making sure the plans for the kitchen don't involve surprise explosives, or anything else that might lead to any more accidents than what they can already expect by virtue of their housemates.

She glances towards Shortcake, and can't help but recall if it wasn't for Oscar's help in Deerington, she probably would have been afraid of the large black horse. Instead, she finds herself rather fond of him.]

I think he missed you while you were gone. You know, we could try to put in a Dutch door for him to the kitchen. Kind of like Mr Ed?

Mr... Ed?

[Oscar looked up at Willow, bewildered for a moment, before turning and heading over to Shortcake. Patting the big beast on the nose, he leaned back against the counter and ran his fingers through Shortcake's mane while he considered Willow's comment.]

If you're talking about a split door, that's not a bad idea. I don't know what Dutch is, and I don't know anything about Mr. Ed.

[Oh, right. Probably no Mr Ed in Remnant.]

It was an TV show about a talking horse - never mind, it's not important. But yeah - a split door. That way Shortcake - well, and Rosie and Radar too, really, I guess. Anyway, that way they can see what's going on, but won't be, you know, helping either of us in the kitchen.

I think all three of them would like that.

[He said with a warm smile. There was a lot he didn't understand about Earth Pop Culture, but any idea that would let the girls and Shortcake have some time with their family was a good one in his opinion.]

If we don't want help, we might want to scrap the chicken door that i see someone slipped in. I love General Henstable, but it's probably not a good idea for her to be starting wars in the pantry!

I think so too. I don't think anyone else would object either. I mean, being able to look in isn't the same as actually coming in.

[There's already enough chaos in the kitchen as it is, adding two horses and a cow is probably a bit much.

Willow looks over the plans and taps a finger on the chicken door. Ruby's handiwork, she suspects.]

Yeah. Yeah, we probably shouldn't be letting the General and the rest of her troops wander in and out either. It's not that they're not sweet - I love them too. But we don't want any mutinies, or wars over eggs or upset stomachs over too much food or anything.