IC; repairs

[write_it_in]

[There's a novelist sitting outside, leaning on a cabin wall out of the sun and smoking. The roof of the cabin is caved in, as if something landed on it... or it landed on itself, upside down. There are some building materials in a pile off to the side.

He appears to be waiting for something.]

Comments

[trump_apple]

[And that 'something' shows up pretty quick.]

Hey!

[write_it_in]

It takes a lot of arm strength.

[finishes another board, shifting it]

[trump_apple]

It's going to take a lot of arm strength to get it up on the roof, too.

[write_it_in]

I thought we could pass them.

[trump_apple]

Even if we pass them, we have to lift them up at some point.

[speeeeeeeeeed]

So you're Mister Fixit?

[trump_apple]

For today, it seems. Who're you?

[speeeeeeeeeed]

I'm Speed.

[trump_apple]

Another superhero?

[speeeeeeeeeed]

Life's full of 'em.

[trump_apple]

There's none in my world.

[speeeeeeeeeed]

You can borrow a few of ours.

[trump_apple]

That would be pretty awesome, actually.

[speeeeeeeeeed]

Seriously none at all? That's kinda weird.

[trump_apple]

Why's it weird?

[speeeeeeeeeed]

We have a lot. Well, had more. But still, no shortage.