Comments | secondcityrpg: [open] 7 AM, the usual morning lineup Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

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[open] 7 AM, the usual morning lineup Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

Mar 14, 2011 17:32

Characters: Ebenezar, and whoever wants to poke him
Time: One of the sunny days
Location: The Spertus Institute (next door to the Blackstone)
Content: Ebenezar's fixing the damage the Skinwalker did to the building the old fashioned way. And with a little magic.
Warnings: Grumpy old man.
Format: Prose or action tags. Not picky.

( Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15 )

[character] dean winchester, [character] ebenezar mccoy, [character] jennifer walters, [character] aqua, !open, [character] sam winchester, [character] rosette christopher, [character] vin

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wavesinherheart March 16 2011, 05:23:27 UTC

While Aqua had missed the attack itself, there was no way she could have missed the lingering damage from it. Terra's injuries were enough to speak to that, and it was all but impossible to miss the damage to a building when you lived next door and had a habit of going outside on a regular basis. So really it wasn't much of a surprise that she noticed someone working on clear the worst of the damage.

Nor was it particularly surprising to find her heading on over to offer her help. She wasn't doing anything else particularly important that day.

"Excuse me," she spoke up, "but would you like some help with that?"

theblackstaff March 16 2011, 05:51:39 UTC

The number of people who had offered to help was starting to make Ebenezar reconsider his stance on young folks and their desire to help. Which explained why he wasn't surprised by the young woman's question, and why he sounded almost cheerful when he responded. "Appreciate it, miss. Ain't much more to do, but it'll go faster with two."

wavesinherheart March 16 2011, 20:48:03 UTC

"Of course," Aqua answered with a nod and a smile. There were, after all, relatively few things that extra hands couldn't help with and even if there wasn't much left to do she could certainly speed things along quite wonderfully.

Or at least some, anyway, as she simply headed for the nearest thing that looked like it needed to be hauled away. Waiting wasn't going to do her any good here.

theblackstaff March 16 2011, 21:32:58 UTC

Ebenezar grunted with effort as he began lifting a length of twisted metal about the size of his leg, but his joints screamed in protest and he stopped. It was an annoying size. Just too big to comfortably lift, but too small to really justify using magic to move it. "If you got strong legs, missie, maybe you can help me get this piece into the truck," he said, gesturing to the scrap metal. "Want to get it all done before some fools who're too injured to actually do anything get it into their heads to help."

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