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deercountry2022-09-21 01:20 pm
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Entry tags:
- alice baskerville (black): holly,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- anna amarande: celene,
- battler ushiromiya: chrono,
- beatrice: mila,
- keith: sailor g,
- lance: charley,
- luca: robin,
- michael: lu,
- oscar pine: basil,
- ozpin: rona,
- penny polendina: kei,
- peter graham: jhey,
- pyrrha dve: silyara,
- ruby rose: josh,
- stanford pines: kei,
- takashi "shiro" shirogane: red,
- wanda maximoff: jade,
- xerxes break: callie
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! ]
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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Like he's had too much caffeine and a shot of adrenaline at the same time.
"You almost exploded. And you're saying it's fine."
The disbelief there is enough to choke a man.
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"Oh. Yeah. It's totally normal." It's said in a distracted tone, but then he pauses and rethinks, "Well actually, it does feel super different this time. I dunno what the deal is."
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Repeated back with every ounce of skepticism the dorito-shaped man can muster in the moment. Which is a lot.
"Maybe... we should get you checked out. Or calmer."
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He is starting to realize that would definitely sound weird to Shiro because he's mostly kept his power struggles from him. Shit, now he feels bad about that and doesn't really fully understand why he's done that.
"I'm calm! There's just some weird thing going on in the air."
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But on the other hand, he is a powerless lump in this world. No fancy abilities. So maybe it's something to do with that.
"If you need a break, I can finish up here."
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Lance insists and walks over to the bottom part of the post beam thing. He brings his jittery hand up to his chin as he tilts his head and looks at the warping.
"…is it just me, or does this look like a pair of boobs?"
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Which is fine with him. Not like he'd ask Lance for something absurd, anyway.
And then he stops. Staring straight ahead before answering in the most deadpan tone he possibly can:
"... I don't know. I wouldn't know."
Shiro you do too.
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Lance crosses his arms and sighs. Shiro can stay up there on the ladder and not look at the boobs if he wants, he'll find someone more fun to joke about them with later! He grins.
"Iiii'm gonna leave 'em for now."
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Ange would murder someone. Probably Lance. Or Shiro. He has visions of Ange with her eyes glowing, going some kind of magical nuclear when she realized what these two left in her house.
"We need to fix it."
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He gestures to the boobs with both hands almost dramatically as he looks up at Shiro. Then he pulls them together in front of himself and almost puppy dog pouts.
"Just let me leave it until she sees it, pleeaaaase!"
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Seriously, Lance. Ruby isn't the one either of you need to be worried about. You know that.
"If Ange even so much as hears about that, you're dead. You know that, right?"
Right???