[The wall-mounted unit of room 647 on floor 10 is picking up the activity of a young man in pair of tied down coveralls, currently covered in smears of paint and dry-wall dust. In addition to his usual getup, Ellis is wearing a tool-belt and has a welder's mask (pulled up) strapped to his head in place of his hat. At least he looks like he's bathed
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El, that's kinda' Spartan, don't ya' think?
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"Oh, hey!" He puts down his beer, pushing himself off the saw horse he'd been leaning on. "I, uh, well it's not done yet!" Ellis has to grin, even if it is a sheepish grin. Nobody's told him about rooms changing to suit their owner; in fact, Ellis likes to keep busy, so this whole manual labour thing is doing the trick pretty nicely!
"I'm buildin' up a safe-house, is all. Th'door's been takin' more time'n I figured, but once that's done -- it's th'most important part, after all -- this's gonna be the most awesome safe-room you ever saw." Scratching the side of his face, he adds, "just, y'know, people're sayin' there aren't zombies now but there could be? I figure, nothin' gets through a safe-room door. Might as well take some precautions, y'know?"
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She stops at the door, leaning across the threshold to peer inside. A cot. All the wonderful, plush amenities this place had to offer, and he opted for a cot. She had to sleep on one of those during an entire event; the mansion turned itself into a hospital and no one could sleep thanks to mysterious explosions. The very idea of cots left a bitter taste in her mouth now.
She spent most of that event passed out on Diogenes' floor anyway.
"Ain't a bad idea," she agreed, leaning back against the unfinished doorjamb. "But I'll tell ya', the real annoyin' events roll around, and the entire place changes completely. Might keep ya' safe when things are normal, but don't count too much on it when things get sticky."
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Besides, he has his plans, oh yes he does.
"That's what folk keep telling me," Ellis looks determined, rather than distressed. Either it's the optimism of the new or just his special brand of willingness to bring it! "But that's why I'm plannin' also on an armory there," he points along one wall, "and all the supplies you could need to patch a feller up nearby. Food, water, good old HDTV, movies... I guess blankets if it's gonna stay cold out. Anybody stops by Ellis's Safe Room of Protection, they won't be runnin' into trouble, that's fer sure." Okay, so maybe he is trying to be impressive. But just a little bit!
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"And what good's a TV and movies gonna' do you if we ain't got electricity?" She wasn't being condescending. Truly, she was curious if he had a plan for this.
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"Anyways, the bridge was hooked up to this generator that was on the other side of the river, but the other survivors weren't so willin' to help us out, only they wouldn't really say why. So we found some tunnels and went under, which smelled almost as bad as the swamp we crashed in later that week, and on the other side, there's the generator but no gas. Anyway, the other survivors didn't mind shootin' down the zombies, but we find out they don't wanna come down on ( ... )
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"Wow. You really do," she said, sounding sincerely impressed. "I know where I'm comin' when shit hits the fan."
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"Heh, awesome. You got a preference for snacks? I mean... if the place changes and the room gets lost then there's not much as one can do for it, but if it's not that bad then I can probably store a few things for folks. Last thing you wanna hear in event of a wait in a cramped room is, 'Ellis, you got shit for taste!'" At least this time he can do something about that!
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"Gimme' some cornbread and moonshine, and I'll never leave."
She pushes a hand through her hair and begins gathering it into a loose bun, securing it back with a tie she has on her wrist.
"So what're you tryin' to do here? Anythin' I can help with?"
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"Well, I was just about finished that door, but it's gotta be reinforced when I hinge it up. You wanna help me by takin' these," he tosses her a packet of extremely heavy-duty looking door hinges, which clink upon several heavy-duty bolts and pieces. Gesturing to the powerdrill, he continues, "get them set up on the frame while I hold this sucker in place? That'd actually help a lot! I got everything set up and ready to go, just needed an extra set of hands!"
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"You got it, sug'," Rogue assured him, hefting the drill in one hand and slipping a handful of bolts into her pocket. God only knew how she managed to fit them in her pocket with pants that tight, though. "Need any help gettin' it held up?"
Superstrength definitely had its advantages.
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"Woun' it be a betta' idea t' put the hinge on the insi'e?" Rogue mumbled through the screws. "Wha' if someone tries'a unscrew it from the outsi'e while you're in?"
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Holding the door steady he gestures with his head to screwdriver. "Well, that thing's got a reverse setting, let's do this again!"
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"Yeah, tha's why they pay me the big bucks," she snorted still talking through the screws in her mouth. "Then again, if ya' got somethin' tryin'a pound through, puttin' hinges on the insi'e'd make it easier'a bust down."
She frowned deeply, looking over to Ellis. This was exactly why they didn't let her make the decisions, or perhaps exactly why they should.
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