(open) The wall

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time: Tuesday (today)
Location: Out in the city!
Characters: Stanley Lucerne and whoever stumbles across him.
Summary: Stan has the feeling he could plaster a wall if he set his mind to it...so he gives it a shot. He hasn't recruited anyone, so all are as likely/welcome to be there as you want.
Warnings: Cursing. He's an American teenage boy from the modern era. Also drugs, whoops. You know, stuff like that.

((OOC And any format is fine, I'll follow. Just starting in prose because it's less work on my phone.))

It wasn't a gradual thing. Gradually, it might've made sense. Maybe he could've mulled it over in his sleep and worked things out. People did that. Famous people. He'd fallen asleep in many a history class to the drone of 'and in a dream, inspiration solved x huge historical problem.'

Instead, it was sudden. As soon as that lady with the weird speech patterns had suggested it, he'd known it was in there. The ability to help. The knowledge of how to go about rebuilding. Which was weird, frankly, since he'd never so much as lifted a hammer before in his life. Yeah, sure, there were tools in the garage back home. His dad might've even known how a few of them worked, though that was debatable. A certainty was that he had never even attempted to show them to Stanley, who had always made his disinterest in manual labor known to those around him.

So it was more than a little unexpected when this morning he woke with not only the feeling that he was capable of helping in the aftermath of the bombing, but the alien new feeling of actually wanting to do so. Which was how he found himself gathering stones and materials, and quietly setting to work. It didn't even matter what the buildings had been before, because he wasn't interested in helping anyone specific. It was sort of like being possessed.

Then again, it could've been worse. He could've been levitating and vomiting pea soup. That would've sucked...

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[5055034455]

Did someone say vomiting pea soup? Because Saul's been nauseated for days. He's also been spending a lot of time outside both his apartment and the office, but hasn't really talked to anyone. The truth is, he's avoiding people.

Which is weird, for him. And getting a little old.

So it's Stanley who catches his attention. Saul recognizes the general look about him — maybe that's not being fair; maybe he's just stereotyping — but he's seen enough of this kid's type back home to think he knows a stoner when he sees one.

He's never seen one doing DIY work, though.

Here's hoping Stanley won't mind being watched.

[charming_jerk]

Johnny was trying to help around the Transports area rather than in town, thanks to him being a less than capable diplomat. He was infamous enough there for starting fights and causing trouble as it was. For those who didn't knwow him there, his appearance pegged him easily as a Transport, and they wanted nothing from him.

Spotting someone working alone, he approaches to see if there's something he can do. He looks a bit tired and haggard, but who among the Transports didn't lately?

"Hey. Need some help with that?"

[maddeninghatter]

[ He'd clung to life for weeks in the intensive care unit, victim to the United Earth's brand of biological warfare. And then the bombs had come, and...

Well. The only thing he's recovering from right now is a week-old wound in his side, back again like an old friend. He has been taking great pains to conceal it from his friends, making a point of coughing a bit and complaining, as if he still had a post-flu tickle in his throat. But this subterfuge necessitates going out clandestinely to fetch bandages to change his dressings. The amount of rubble on the ground makes picking his way difficult, however, so he has to use his cane more obviously than he would like, and then Mad Hatter's power, too.

It's tiring. He stops a moment to rest, leaning on his cane like an old man. Which is when he becomes aware of the tell-tale sounds of construction. Things being moved and built. ]

Why, helping with repairs? How nice. With hard work and plucky perseverance, I'm sure this city can be rebuilt good as new!

[ Emily weighs in: ]

JUST IN TIME TO BE BOMBED AGAIN!

[paracosmic]

Babydoll has been wandering the city. She's made a pretty extensive mental map of the entire thing, remember where things are and what could be the next target for another bombing from the UE, which she isn't excited about (who would be?). She's lucky she didn't come down with any sort of cold, because with the hostility the Transports had been met with by the UE not too long after the virus hit, she would have been toast.

By the time she makes her way towards the ruins, she's surprised to see Stanley fixing the wall. He just didn't look like the type, not to her. Her first impression had been innocent, she didn't think of him as a threat.

She watches him for a moment from a distance, enjoying the silence before approaching him.

"I didn't see you in the catacombs. It's good you're okay," she had made several rounds of the catacombs, but she had been distracted enough with people who were wounded or sick. She didn't think much of it, they weren't friends, but she does like to keep track of who she meets.