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[gevurah]

Date & Time: 22nd to the 24th
Location: a synagogue in the city
Characters: Kate & whoever else volunteered to help and/or anyone who wants to see what is going on.
Summary: can we fix it? I hope so.
Warnings: ???


The exteriors of the synagogue aren’t too shabby surprisingly, but the main door needs a good push before it can be shouldered open properly and it creaks loudly as it swings on its hinges. Bits of the walls outside are chipped and discoloured, slowly but constantly being eroded each day in the never ending rainfall that blankets the city.

Inside the building is still as cold as it is outside; windows missing entire panes or broken bits still clinging to the frames, still sharp and dangerous enough to cut deep into one’s flesh if they’re not careful enough. Wherever the windows are, cold wind blows in, and the floor beneath the sills are damp and around the edges have some mold growing. There’s also pieces of glass laying on the floor.

There’s dust and broken bits of wood everywhere. Wooden beams that are supposed to support the building lay half rotting around the building. Some of them are in the way if people want to go further into the building, so they’ll need to be carried out outside by a few helping hands. The air in the building is stuffy and unpleasant, even with wind passing in every now and then.

Honestly, it may feel more depressing inside the worn down building than it does outside in the rain that never ceases.


( ooc: feel free to tag in however as you like! characters can work together, do their own clean-up, take breaks, whatever you want. )

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[debtor]

[Allen can be found here most afternoons, lending a helping hand whenever he's able. And despite how cold and stale and grimy and decrepit it all is, he looks almost cheerful as he passes the hours hauling out lumber (that should take a man twice his size to carry) or hauling new beams in, repairing broken window frames, sweeping up shards of glass, patching up or cleaning out neglected nooks and crannies, crawling around on the roof, et cetera. Timcanpy's with him the whole time, occasionally helpfully carting off bits of wood or glass in his tiny hands.

It's been a while since Allen's had something he could throw himself at completely like this; something that's for an indisputably good cause, that's an excuse to put himself to work and make himself useful. He knows they can restore this place and make it a proper house of worship again, and a shelter for those who need it, and it can't be finished soon enough.

He can also be caught on lunch breaks, sitting in a dry spot, eating a sandwich or ten.]

[innominata]

[ Hey, Allen. Don't mind as Cat tries to steal Tim with promises of food and snuggles and free rides on her giant death pooch.

But first just in case-- ] Which are you?

[debtor]

[She won't have to try very hard. Tim ditches the boy once he spots her.]

Miss Cat! [Allen breaks into a smile, giving a little wave. Though the question throws him off, for half a moment. Right—]

Allen, I'm Allen. Everything's gone back to normal.

[innominata]

[ She pulls out some candies she had left over for Tim. ]

Did you ever find him?

[debtor]

[Tim'll swallow them whole, before moving to land on her head. He has definitely put on a few ounces since he arrived and it is partly all her fault.]

I did. [He sobers.] He was... upset, but he didn't cause much trouble, thankfully.

You were all right all week?

[innominata]

Yes. I kept to my mother.

[ She blinks up at Tim. ]

You've got heavier.

[ so not her fault. nope nope nope ]

[debtor]

[Tim peers down at her, flapping his wings in agreement. Isn't it great? You ain't seen nothin' yet, kid.

Meanwhile, Allen just looks dumbfounded.]

Mother?

[innominata]

[ She shudders a little at the feeling, not out of dislike. As she straightens, she catches Allen's eye. ]

I found her. She's been here too.

[debtor]

[But—

Her parents had died, she'd said.

Allen knows the Initiative has a time machine, he's been told about 'alternate timelines' and nothing can be ruled out completely, but it's a bit difficult to sweep aside five years' worth of Exorcist conditioning.]

The Initiative brought your mother—? [back?

The dead don't come back. They shouldn't, ever; and he seems unsettled, rather than, say, happy for her.]

Were you staying with her in the flats?

[innominata]

No. We stay in the city. It's not safe in the Hold.

[debtor]

[Right, right. He looks down, arms stiff at his sides.]

So where you're staying in the city, it's a safe place? She's taking care of you...?

[innominata]

She's my mother.

Do you want to meet her? What of you, Tim? [ She pokes Tim on the side. ] Would you like to?

[debtor]

[After a pause, he looks back up;]

Mm, I'd like to. [And Tim grins, which is probably some sort of assent.] He would, as well.

[innominata]

I'll tell her. [ She smiles. ] She's lovely.

[debtor]

[His smile turns a mite awkward. How does he mothers, he doesn't know.]

I... look forward to meeting her. [Even if it still doesn't sit right with him,] I'm glad you have her.

[innominata]

[ just be polite. you're good at that!! ]

You're not happy.

[debtor]

[barfs all over morgana]

Wh— no, I am. I'm happy you have someone here, I am. [She needs someone here, badly; he feels that genuinely.

...Even if it's someone who shouldn't be able to be here, like this. All he can think of is his own dead daddy.]

You... must have missed her. [A lot.]

[innominata]

[ stay classy ]

I didn't know her enough to miss her. I missed my father more.

[debtor]

...I'm sorry. [Oh. Maybe she'd died when Cat was very young?]

You've a chance to know her now.

[innominata]

I have. You'd like her.

[debtor]

[Works up a smile again;] What's she like?

[Besides lovely.]

[innominata]

She's beautiful. We don't look a lot alike. She says I have too much of my father in me. And she's nice. She likes my wolf. We all sleep together.

[debtor]

[He nods, glancing towards the wolf.] That's a good idea, it's so cold at night here.

She must be proud, seeing how you've grown. [Any (decent) parent would be, right.]

[innominata]

I don't know. I haven't asked.

[ would her mother be proud? would she love her still? ]

[debtor]

Well, she's your parent.

[It shouldn't be a thing that requires asking, he thinks. But something about the line of thought makes him quick to change topics.] Are you hungry, by the way?