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...]


[OOC: This is a mingle log! Feel free to start your own subthreads and talk things out. Let us know if you don't want NPCs in your thread; otherwise, you'll probably get some.]

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[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.