[[OOC: Here, kids! Have a party thread- a happy, working party thread with no horrible... Hopefully. I have no idea how much work was already done on those rooms or what rooms we need to start with, or, hell, anything about renovations, so you can take liberties if you'd like. The point of this is mostly so that it exists and people can have a
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He whistles while he works, but he's not all that on key. Someone, please, talk to him so that he stops.
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"I don't know what it is about me that has people hiding the construction materials," he comments at random, lisp and 'gay voice' in full throttle, as he wanders into the room Topher's working on. "Do I just scream 'not to be trusted with anything that might stain or stick'?"
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"There's extra spackle over in that corner if you want to take the other side of this mess." He gestures at the rough seam where the wall was taken out.
"When it dries, we'll need to take a power-sander to it anyway, assuming they want it done right." In other words, if Steve truly is not to be trusted, they can fix it.
"I'm Topher, by the way." He looks down at the splattering of goo on his hands and decides against offering to shake.
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"Steve. Nice to meet you."
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So she's wandering around in jeans and a tank covered in paint on her clothes and face getting involved wherever she's needed and occasionally stopping to talk to people helping. It's nice to have hustle and bustle down here, and it's giving everyone a chance to feel connected, again. She's quite happy to be here.
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He goes up to her when he can catch her between tasks and chats, and smiles. "Hi. What can I do to best help?" he asks.
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"Well. If you don't mind getting a little dirty, I'm in the middle of painting what's to be the new study room. Nearly finished. And even if you do mind, I think I'll need help moving furniture back in shortly after and arranging it properly, which seems more up your alley," she says, glancing at his... muscular figure.
Yes, Martha notices these things.
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"I don't mind," he assures her. "I can finish painting and I can gladly help move furniture around."
He offers a hand for a handshake. "I'm Bruce Wayne."
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A hole that doesn't necessarily need to be there. But it should be. She has a hammer.
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Peter steps up from somewhere behind Cy, balancing the handle of the sledgehammer with a hand. Helping to lift, without taking it from her or making a big deal of her not being able to lift it on her own.
"What are we hitting?"
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Yes, that is so helpful. Vagueness won't hold her back, however, oh no. She stumbles a little on the backswing and accidentally lets go when she swings it forward, so Peter is pretty much the only thing keeping Cy's sledgehammer from punching a hole through the wall and into the next room.
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Peter nods, but then he seems to think better of it. "Wait..." He manages to catch the sledgehammer, but not with his hand. Rather than grab the handle, instinctively he throws his hand out, and the sledgehammer halts, and then drops to the floor, stilled by an unseen force.
"I, uh." He blinks down at it, entirely unsure how that even happened, but first things first.
"Just any wall, or are there specific places we should be knocking things down?"
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So she's taken on the task of organizing all the STUFF that was collected, to eventually go into the rooms once finished. And in between, she has made herself available for first aid as needed. Rachel's actually fully trained and certified--something she decided to do because you never know when your genetically-influenced superhuman power will mangle someone else when something might happen and you might just have to save your own ass help someone out.
So far, she's applied a couple of band-aids, pulled out one splinter, and applied an ice pack to one bloody nose following a poorly-executed attempt at ripping out part of a wall with a crowbar.
She certainly won't mind being interrupted in her organization. Even if you're not injured.
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But still, she's watching.
At one point, she wanders close enough and smiles a little at the redhead. She remembers briefly meeting a man who needed a clinic or something, so she's curious if the woman is a doctor or something. "Hey. Need any help?"
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She swipes her hand down her hip, over her jeans, to try to dislodge some of the dust she's collected, and she offers it to Claire. "I'm Rachel. I live down here."
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Then she nods, reaching to take the woman's hand for a quick shake. "I'm Claire, I live down here too. It's nice to meet you."
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Once down there, of course, she's a bit less certain of what she's doing - she'd like to at least get them started setting up a keycard system for the stairs, but that requires talking to someone in charge here, and locating that person isn't exactly easy when they keep moving.
It seems strange to be back down here after so long gone. Even stranger that it still feels like home, and a happier and safer one than the one she has now. She tries not to think about that.
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He's starting to think he should help with some of the painting in lieu of anything else when he spots Tosh. "You look a bit lost," he comments, walking over with a friendly smile. "Can I help you?"
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