ooc ↻ appointments & messages

[herotypical]

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

catch-all appointments & messages post for herotypical @ luceti; please title and date your top tag accordingly -- think of the childrentimelines! [ written ], [ voice ] & [ action ] are all viable. the addition of funky and hip song lyrics is also welcome (and maybe a little encouraged).

ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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[all7seas]

"What? Whyever not?!"

[herotypical]

"You just jumped straight from the bare necessities of electricity to some kind of double-closeted mansion. My tastes just don't run that lavish."

A thoughtful pause. "Though, I've always wondered what it might be like to have a real walk-in closet..."

[all7seas]

He made a careful mental note to ask someone what a "walk-in closet" was.

"Me too, funnily enough. Always."

[herotypical]

"But for now? Let's just work on getting a roof up."

With that so vaguely settled, Buffy leaned back and tried to draw his dreads aside. She needed to see the damage.

[all7seas]

"First? Need to get the materials and get 'em to the beach," Jack said more practically. That would be the most laborious part, really. That would be where her strength became of paramount importance.

[herotypical]

With a firm touch, she tilted his back towards her. Sure enough -- there was a sorta-can-shaped bruise on his skin. Buffy shook her head; she'd been too rough. Treated him too much like...

"Which ones first? I can get started ASAP. Or. ASA-Tomorrow."

[all7seas]

"James and me have been looking for scraps tossed up on shore. We'll need help with that."

Anything usable that could be recycled WOULD be recycled, and there was certainly wreckage on the beach. Nothing, though, from the Joanna Joyce; and Jack watched with keen eyes each time a new board or bit of plank washed up on the shore. So far, though, his Joanna was not among the casualties.

/edits all over the place

[herotypical]

"And there's downed lumber aplenty back in the village. People have been clearing it from their yards for weeks.

It just needs...actual lumbering. Cutting and sanding. Whatever that's called."

[all7seas]

"I can do that. Luceti, though -- needs a sawmill." Planing wood was such hot, sweaty, laborious work, especially with the tools they had available.

"Thunderaxe might loan me his chainsaw if he's feelin' magnanimous."

[herotypical]

"I can get you his chainsaw. Seriously. Me and him are practically besties. Nothing glues two friends together like the great paste of punnery.

Except, perhaps, real glue. Have you ever done that? Accidentally superglued yourself to someone or something? It's not a good time."

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the face of a man who's never been in the third grade."

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

"Mmhm. And now the sudden bafflement of the same man who probably never knew the school-kid source of joy that is pizza day. Arguably the best day of the week."

[all7seas]

Jack made a mental note to make her a pizza. "Derek made good pizza."

[herotypical]

"...Derek made amazing pizza. Something about the crust. It was perfect."

[all7seas]

"I'm going to try. To outdo him." Because perfect was too good a challenge to pass up. The pirate made to stand -- a bit stiffly, to tell the truth.

[herotypical]

"Good luck with that. You'll need it. Derek's family was Italian. Pizza is kinda like Italy's raison d'etre -- along with suits and cars. Possibly fine art, if I'm to believe what Andrew keeps e-mailing me. Kept. Kept e-mailing me."

Gathering her gift-shells, she also stood. "...Need a hand?"

[all7seas]

"Nah." He was already on his feet. "Want to bring me home, now?"

Jack meant Seven. It still felt almost...like he was violating something sacred, calling it that.

http://youtu.be/DHEOF_rcND8

[herotypical]

"Happily."

There were too many shells to carry in one hand. She split them across both, swinging her arms a bit to feel their nearly-not-there weight shift in loose fists.

"And then I'll put some ice on that bruise."

[all7seas]

"Afterward you can put some you on it. Even more better."

[herotypical]

"Hey, unlike you? I have pretty much zilch in the department of magical healing. There's not much good I'll do you. Ice, though...maybe we have a bag of peas in the freezer."

She slipped her feet back into the sandals she'd left in the sand at the dock's beginning. "I just can't shake this crummy feeling over the whole thing."

[all7seas]

"Hmmmmmmm?" Jack sought her hand. "Over what whole thing, love?"

[herotypical]

"Me. You. The projectile soda pop."

Her fingertips touched the X on his palm. It signal-boosted her guilt.

[all7seas]

"Woman, I'm not damaged. Just a bit bruised up. Feeling better even now." He squeezed her hand in his. "No more crummy feelings. Savvy?"