11 . clockhouse rebuilding!

[clocktowers]

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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[possessum]

( Oh there's water everywhere... Peter's floundering around even harder, sputtering like crazy. But it's helping snatch him out of his stupour, all the cold wet and then...

...familiar words, shouted out in a cheer. Ruby Rose.

WAIT A MINUTE— )

Ruby?! ( He manages to say, half choking out the name, and then sneezing loudly and violently because water got up his nostrils, and Peter's just kind of a wet mess. There's another sneeze, even louder than the first. This is an absolute disaster but you know what....? It did the job. He's conscious again... though at what cost... )

[onekindsoul]

[Let's be real- There is probably a Ruby Rose type of demon in hell out there to torment all the introverts out there.]

Peter!

[Is the only response he'll get right way. Outside of Ruby grabbing his shoulders and shaking him around a little in excitement.]

You had me worried there for a second, but you're back!

[possessum]

( Peter's head is kind of... flopping around as Ruby shakes his shoulders, eyes swiveling loosely. His neck ends up falling limply back against his seat like a ragdoll, but he's at least.... conscious. )

What... happened...? ( He is still extremely out of it, and he blinks one eye at her, while the other remains closed. Meanwhile, his front is completely soaked from water. This is fine. )

Did I die...? Are we both dead?

[onekindsoul]

[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.

[possessum]

( It's fine, this is fine. He's going to be wet and dirty and smelly by the time he heads back home later, but it's okay. Showers are there for a reason! And.... he's not dead. This is extremely good news that Peter's able to comprehend even in his zonked-out state. He blinks glossily a couple more times, looking up at his friend. )

On the ground...?

( Peter Graham is no stranger to waking up on the ground, as a matter of fact. He's just lucky it wasn't somewhere worse. But there's a frown slowly appearing on his features, and his eyes slowly narrow with realisation. )

Him.

( That... fucking demon! Isn't this just peachy...! Peter doesn't usually get too angry, doesn't let himself, but he's still a little off his gourd at the moment and he looks up at Ruby with a sudden, very strange request. )

Will you hit me? Anywhere, just— I want him to feel it.