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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

[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?

[innominata]

A little.

[debtor]

I brought some [twenty] sandwiches, if you'd like one.

[innominata]

What are they of?

[debtor]

Well, I've got ham ones, jam ones, corned beef, bologna, cheese and pickle, some just have slices of cheese...

[innominata]

You've jam?

[ GODS BE GOOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG... ]

[debtor]

You like jam?

[Clearly. But who doesn't?? He'll go fetch one from his bag, which is stashed in a nearby dry corner of the synagogue and stuffed entirely with food.]

[innominata]

I haven't had any in a long time.

[ She runs her finger in the jam to collect some before putting it in her mouth. She smiles. Realizing she's smiling, she tries to subtly pinch the skin on her wrist. Command your face. ]

[debtor]

[SMILES BACK even if she's trying not to. He knows your kind.]

Help yourself, then. [Pushes the bag towards her.] I've got a few jars of it at the flat.

[innominata]

Where did you find them?

[debtor]

There's shops that sell them around the city. I could give you directions to some, I think. [Potentially unreliable directions.] ...Does your mum shop for you?

[innominata]

[ Allen, what are you useful for. ]

No.

[debtor]

[Nothing at all.]

Oh. Ah, well... here: [INSERT CONFUSING DIRECTIONS for some grocery store that might be near a haberdasher- or possibly a bank? Anyway, it's probably left of that restaurant with the sign shaped like a pig. Is it a pig? Your left, if you're coming from the right direction...

Y'know.]

[innominata]

Is this a jape?

[debtor]

Wh- no...!

I... maybe I'd have to show you in person. I know where it is!

[innominata]

Do you really?

[debtor]

Yes! I've been there before!