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[not_a_dragon]

Fort building is serious business - This are a fact. Shay knows because of his learnings

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[downsidedarling]

...

"Dude. Dude."

Dreamer grins very, very brightly at Shay, waving from the base of the cargo liner.

"You," she declares authoritatively, loud enough to be heard even through the distance, "are fucking awesome."

[not_a_dragon]

Shay waves back, beaming.
"Isn't it great?" Shay yells back. "See? It makes a great fort because you can only get up here if you can fly or teleport! I think."

[downsidedarling]

Snort.

"That's what you fucking think, man."

Dreamer thinks otherwise.

Specifically she thinks that if she drags over a few hay bales here, and takes a good run-up from there...

...she can crack a few ribs taking a flying leap directly into the lowest part of the railing.

"Okay," she mutters, hauling herself onto the deck and coughing blood. "You can only get up here if you can fly or teleport or are crazy and dead."

Bright grin.

"Same diff."

[not_a_dragon]

"Ew. Don't get blood on my fort," Beat. "Any more than there already is, anyway."

[diseasedvermin]

Tom decided to put on clothes when he went out to inspect the fort being built. Well, put on trousers, anyway. It's too hot for shirts.

His smile is friendly as he walks on over, giving Shay a wave.

[not_a_dragon]

Shay fully agrees with this philosophy - He's wearing a shirt, but then, he just came from a rather cold area.

He opens his shackles, for a moment, teleporting down in front of Tom.
"Hey, Tom." Grin, bounce.

[diseasedvermin]

Tom's muscles tighten and his grin rings a bit false when Shay appears. Teleporting is something he'll have to get used to.

"'Llo, Shay," Tom replies.

[not_a_dragon]

"Want to come see the fort? You can't really get to it unless you can fly or teleport or ... in Dreamer's case, if you're dead. But I could stack some cargo boxes or something." Beam.

[not_that_marie]

Marie is, all things considered, more concerned with the recent apocalypse than she is with Shay's fort-building habits. Her beloved Paris is trashed, and she's been subsisting on what she can take from the surviving citizens of Metropolis and the not-so-surviving citizens of the rest of this continent.

However.

Bringing in that cargo liner was bizarre. Matter shouldn't do that - and, she realizes, she's 'seen' this same bizarre person out of the corner of her 'eye' doing much the same thing on a smaller scale several times since the world exploded.

Excuse her suspicion, Shay. Previously to meeting you, she had only ever seen one thing that contorted the spacetime continuum into pretzels and moved things from one place to another. And sure, the transfer points aren't a whole lot like Shay's rips, but they accomplish the same effect, do they not

[not_a_dragon]

"Hey!" Shay grins, turning to face her. Yeah, he noticed her. "I don't know you."

[not_that_marie]

"No, you don't."

Her French accent is noticeable but no impediment to understanding.

"I'm Marie."

The second half of her name she reserves for people she's certain didn't cause the world to end.

"What's with the boat?"

[not_a_dragon]

"It's a fort!" Shay beams. "Or the start of one, anyway."

[hero_farmboy]

There's a ship outside the house.

There's a ship outside the house.

It may take Clark a minute or sixty to get over that.

[not_a_dragon]

"Hey! I don't know you." Shay calls down from the ship.

[hero_farmboy]

"Why is there a ship out here?" It's really all he can think to say at the moment.

Although he does amend that slightly to, "How is there s ship out here?"

[not_a_dragon]

"Through use of new strobe lighting technology," Shay says, solemnly. "Why wouldn't there be a ship out here?"