TIME TO CLEAN UP AFTER CRAZY PEOPLE [OPEN]

[owwmyspine]

WHO: Jaime and RESPONSIBLE CITYZENS OF ALL SORTS
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: 8/12-8/15, all times of day before arounnnd 11pm
WARNINGS: Sweaty people? OR ILLIDAN, IF YOU STRAY TO THE WRONG PARTS OF THE PARK...
SUMMARY: Volunteer clean-up help at Central Park speeds up recovery time and the logical chance to use the park for future needs
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[owwmyspine]

Stuff a superhero needed to do by that point was becoming little and less as Jaime flew low and surveyed. Not unless said superhero had an eye for landscaping, which Jaime didn't, that was. It suited him fine; he was getting rather bored of the whole lifting things and moving things and rearranging things...like the college dorm room move-in he never had. Maybe that was karma? For being a commuter student? The universe probably didn't see it that way, but Jaime thought it fun to entertain the idea a little, at least.

The Scarab was always abuzz (it was a Scarab), but moreso the closer they flew in the direction of Illidan's abode. He'd flown over it several occasions before, getting a dose of the creepy-crawlies and his obligatory ugh, magic moment. That seemed to be the case yet again.

Ugh. Magic.

With kindest respects to the good guys of magic, of course, but...Jaime's tech and hocus pocus? Seldom were friends. And the warped signals he got from this guy were...well. He supposed if he'd ever imagined the power readings from, like, Voldemort...

But still. If the guy was being harmless for a day, that was a good thing, right? He wasn't as compelled to fly higher, almost grazing the survivor trees with his dangling arms as he went.

Looked like the guy (if you could call him that) was just kind of standing there...