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.]

Comments

[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.