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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[threelayers]

[She laughed pretty openly at the 'squidding' comment, nodding in the process. Sorry, she'd never actually heard anyone comment on it like that. That was a great word and she was absolutely stealing it. After a few laughs, she shrugged and typed.]

You're looking better at least.
I've finally sort of embraced that this place is just better for almost all of us.
Dumpster fire, but it's going to be our dumpster fire damnit.

[bolstafir]

Not having anyone coming after you or yours tends to do a man good.

[He shrugs. To him, that last part goes without saying at this point.]

Helps that this dumpster fire isn't in imminent danger of being obliterated from existence, too.

[A beat.] Well, assuming certain idiots get over not being the big god in town anymore, anyway.

[He'll be SO pissed if this lowkey retirement gets fucked up by another god honestly. Gonna fistfight 'em behind a Trench Denny's.]

[threelayers]

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.]

[bolstafir]

Isn't it? Retirement never quite settles all the way right. Like a lumpy couch when you're trying to watch TV.

[This might be the world's worst metaphor but it gets the vibe across, he thinks. In a weird way, all the nonsense that goes on in Trench is probably the only thing keeping him from climbing the walls from boredom.]

[threelayers]

This is probably going to sound weird to anyone but you?
But I think one of the things about this world that works for me is the monsters.
There aren't nearly as many as there are in Remnant.

So we can still get stress relief, keep the streets safe but not do it every damned second.

[She didn't add, but it was also sort of nice that having a hissy fit didn't result in the destruction of a square block. God, she did not miss Remnant.]

[bolstafir]

[Honestly? The weirdest part is having a conversation with Neopolitan of all people about this. There's a strangeness to being able to relate over things from that world when you are relieved to leave it and its conflicts buried and dead.]

Don't forget the part where having a shitty day isn't gonna bring 'em down on your head.

[Sure, they got Corruption as a trade, and not taking care of their state of mind at least somewhat risks becoming a creature like a Grimm, but it's still an incredible feeling to know that he only really need encounter monsters when he wants to.]

[threelayers]

[Yeah, that was definitely one of the weirdest parts. It was a conversation that almost certainly never could have happened back home, and yet... both of them understood this in ways that very few in Trench did.]

Yep, it only occasionally does that here.
And let's be real, the fights around here are at least manageable.

Usually.