Rebuilding [Open]

[hfm_npcs]

[A few days after the Nox escaped the sewers and the Mayor sends out her missive, construction crews are on site at the college campus, beginning repairs on the sinkhole. While they're grateful to the outsiders using their magic to keep the Nox away, they're still a little leery of them. With everything that's happened, can you blame them?]

[Whether you're there to help with construction or security duty or just walking by to see what's going on or to bring your hardworking friend lunch, it's definitely an interesting place to be. Maybe someone has theories about how the Nox got out of the sewers...]


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Leonard McCoy [ Open ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[ Lunch for his friends? How about lunch for everyone? McCoy's spent the better part of the morning in the kitchen, working through a long few hours of prep on a grill, by an oven, whipping up boxed and bagged lunches for the construction crews and failing them? Everything will freeze pretty well and keep for Wash and Casey if they like.

Noon rolls around and he rolls up, large box of baked hand pies and wrapped sandwiches and even a bucket of Granny McCoy's fried chicken on hand for those feeling peckish.

Don't even charge anything, just sets it out for whoever wants to grab a bite. ]

[unrecovered]

[Bones has the best timing. It's been a pretty slow day on Wash's end - which is good, because he's here to make sure the Nox don't take another field trip out of the sewers - and he's definitely ready for lunch. He gives the open hole in the street one last look and heads over to Bones' setup, grinning.]

You have the best timing.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

It's something I'm known for.

[ Bones offers a crooked smile, pulling out one box in particular to hand off to Wash. Double serving fresh fruit, extra protein. Everything a growing super soldier needs. ]

How's it look'n?

[unrecovered]

[Wash opens the box, his face absolutely lighting up when he sees the fruit inside. Does Bones know him or what? He pulls out a banana and sets about peeling it - priorities, right?]

Lunch or construction? [Because lunch looks pretty damn good.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Yes.

[ He kicks back with his own box, peeling the wrapping paper off a sandwich. He can't fix everything, but he can keep track of the little things. Keep his boys fed (and Wash is one of his boys now, goddamn), keep everyone settled and saneish. ]

[unrecovered]

[He's halfway done with that banana already. It never stood a chance. He speaks between bites, because manners are not as high a priority as fresh fruit.]

Construction looks like it's going okay. They haven't needed me for anything, at least. I don't think I have to tell you how lunch is. [Banana annihilated, and there's an apple in the box, waiting. Seriously, Bones, you've made him so happy.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Nope, that one's pretty damn obvious.

[ He huffs a soft laugh, eyes sliding past Wash to the sinkhole. This far it's- well it's safe enough. He can hand food out just fine from here; ignoring the hell out of whatever's below the surface. ]

No Nox activity or anything?

[unrecovered]

[He follows Bones' gaze for a moment, back to the sinkhole. Yeah, he can't really blame Bones for keeping his distance after that one.]

Nothing so far. It's been a pretty quiet day for me.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Good. [ Clipped, calm as he can manage before dragging his eyes away. ] Good. You hear anything you get the hell out of there, cuz I'm not go'n in to get you out.

[ That's a lie. Much as he's scared shitless by the underground now; he'd go. ]

[unrecovered]

I'm not exactly planning on going spelunking, if that's what you're worried about.

[hfm_npcs]

[Someone is definitely interested - not only in the food, but also the person behind it. She definitely isn't part of the construction crew, though. She wanders over, slowly but purposefully, and looks over the food - lingering over the pies, especially - before looking up at Bones.]

Impressive spread. You make all this yourself?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Yes ma'am.

[ He sits back after doing one last count of the pies- enough for everyone to have one, maybe two if they don't mind splitting some of the smaller ones. Tomorrow he'll have to bring more. ]

This looks like hungry work and we can use all the good PR we can get.

[hfm_npcs]

[She offers him a faint smile - look at this nice boy with his manners.]

If you don't mind sharing your recipe, I'd love to know how you did the crusts.

Who's 'we?' [She thinks she knows, but she might as well have him confirm it. No use playing the pronoun game.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Butter and a lot of it.

[ Like any good ole southern boy, that's how one does their crusts. ]

Gotta work it in till it seems like it's almost too much. 'We' is the- I don't know if we got a name for us. People that aren't from here and kinda got pulled in. That we.