16 Unicorn Street, Monday afternoon (after the construction shift)

[needsaparrot]

Xander led the way into the house, pointing out a couple of new features as he waited for one of its owners to follow. "Deadbolt's brass, but it's got a silver base. Those take protection spells well, at least according to my BFF."

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[OOC: for demons_death]

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[demons_death]

"They do," John agreed, looking at the threshold. "And the salt boxes? Were you able to do those?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander crouched down to the floor and flipped up what looked like a small strip of wood-panel that ran the width of the doorway. Beneath it, recessed into the floorboard, was a narrow groove filled with white salt.

"That about what you were thinking of?"

[demons_death]

John knelt to take a closer look. He smiled as he ran a finger along the hinged cover of the space. "You even worked the iron in. I'm impressed."

[needsaparrot]

"Thanks. Woodwork's more my thing than metal, but as long as you don't need it to be art, I think it'll get the job done."

[demons_death]

"Don't sell yourself short." John closed the cover again. "You can't even tell it's there when it's closed."

[needsaparrot]

Xander nodded. "That's the idea." He stood and pointed to the nearest windowsill. "Same thing there, except you've got a little extra room to play with. Space to hide something else, if you need to."

[demons_death]

"Good," John said, nodding approvingly. "Did you get a chance to check the wiring?"

[needsaparrot]

"I replaced a few of your fuses," Xander answered, flicking the switch for the main light fixture in the living room by way of example. "You want to start powering a secret missile base or giving people shock treatments, you'll want to get the system updated, but other than that, I'd say you're good to go."

[demons_death]

"Good," John said, shoulders relaxing in relief. He knew that the wiring wasn't responsible for the fire in Lawrence no matter what the official report said, but he didn't want to give a chance for his life to become that ironic. "That sums up the safety changes I guess. So that just leaves..."

[needsaparrot]

"The fun stuff?" Xander asked with a small grin. "Though actually working on those windowboxes was kinda nifty." He pointed towards the master bedroom, then headed that way. "Patio doors are finished; just gave 'em a last coat of paint on Saturday, so the room should be, uh, unstinky by now."

[demons_death]

"Excellent," John said as they walked. "Zoe's become more sensitive to stinkiness."

[needsaparrot]

Xander gave him a nervous look. Which was fake. Maybe. "And the last thing we want is a stink-offended pregnant lady who has the key to the weapons locker."

[demons_death]

John chuckled. "Who says she needs a weapons locker?"

[needsaparrot]

"....Point." Xander's eye widened as he moved into the bedroom and pointed to the French doors. He sniffed the air. "Safely unstinked."

[demons_death]

John crossed the room to get a better look at the new doors. It was an excellent job; they looked like they had always been part of the room. "These are perfect," he said.

[needsaparrot]

Xander smiled. "Nah, perfect would be if they were designed to withstand a full assault squadron or a pissed-off woman with or without a gun. I'd have had to go with steel for that, though, and wood's prettier." Also he could hang a steel door, but make one? Ahahaha.