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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. )

Comments

[gevurah]

Not very well, but-- [ She gestures to Bucky, Allen, Shelke, and Dick. ] They're mostly people I've met here.

[ Her gaze lingers on Dick much longer, however. ]

[innominata]

Mostly?

[gevurah]

Dick's from my world [ she jabs a thumb in his general direction ] but we've never really met.

[innominata]

Is that common?

[gevurah]

People from the same world? [ She thinks for a moment. ] Maybe. Alternate worlds seem more common. [ Girl Robin is the strangest thing... ]

[innominata]

Alternate?

[gevurah]

People from the same place... but not really the same place.

[innominata]

That doesn't make sense.

[gevurah]

Most of us are from different worlds, right?

[innominata]

Yes.

[gevurah]

Some worlds are the same... sort of. Kind of like a duplicate of where you come from, but not everything lines up.

[innominata]

Isn't that because of the time things? [ There are people who've lived longer, she knows. And not because the other has died. ]

[gevurah]

I've met someone who was from my home but not... really my home. [ Carrie... ] She'd never heard of my family before.

[innominata]

Is your family important?

[gevurah]

[ She pauses. ]

My stepmother runs a business. Big company; Hamilton Rifle.

[innominata]

Like guns?

[gevurah]

[ A nod. ]

That's right.

[innominata]

Do you have any?

[gevurah]

Personally? No. But we have a couple [ a lot ] in our home. Just small handguns.

[innominata]

I used one. When we went to the desert.

[ And kept it too ]

[gevurah]

[ She pauses. ]

You picked up a gun there? Why?

[innominata]

Because they let me.

[gevurah]

Who?

[innominata]

The men there.

[gevurah]

Cat, guns are dangerous if handled wrong. You could hurt someone or yourself with them.