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[punkblaze]

[In some uncrowded area of the Plane somewhere, things are pretty quiet. And plain. And empty. ... Until just a second ago, anyway. Because now, there's a building here - a stone, Victorian-looking thing that, while obviously sturdy and structurally sound, does look like it's been... left alone for a while. There are cracks in some of the windows, plenty of dust to go around, and some of the accents seem a little worn. Nothing a little love wouldn't fix though, right?

There's also a redheaded punk standing on the porch, staring at the front door. He's quiet for a moment or two... but then he laughs - a little incredulous, but mostly excited!]

Hey no way, that actually worked!

[He grins, leans against one of the posts at the top of the stairs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He looks pretty pleased with himself, all things considered. For good reason: this is going to be the best project ever.]

Wonder if Emil's here anywhere...

Comments

[desertdaggers]

It's in your capable hands, then!

Yeah. They're not half as comfortable as this could be.

[punkblaze]

Exactly. But this'll be great! It's like the difference between puttin' your heart in somethin' and just usin' whatever's there.

[desertdaggers]

You've done this a lot before, then?

I guess we should think about where we're going to get the furniture from, too… [hmm. :|a]

[punkblaze]

What, reconstruction shit? Yeah. [He runs a hand through his hair, gaze flicking down to the floor momentarily. Bad memories jdfklfjalk But he recovers quickly!] Actually turnin' a buildin' into somethin' else? Not so much. Never, actually. I just wanted a place to perform, and Emil wanted a place to cook for people so we thought maybe we could make this work!

Furniture.... [He taps his chin, thinking.] I don't even know. I guess if people have places in their world that won't miss it, we could take it from there? Nothin' would match, but it'd be interestin'!

[desertdaggers]

[Hawk's smile fades for a moment, but that expression goes too quickly for him to feel certain in asking about it. He nods instead, eyebrows going up.] Perform? What do you do, may I ask? He's a boy of many talents then, isn't he?

Everything would have a different story! That sounds quite nice, to me.

[punkblaze]

[Snort!] Not that many. Everyone's got hobbies, man. And uh, guitar. And singin'. I write my own shit. You know, when I actually have time.

It would. [He smiles.] Yeah... I like the sound of that too. Guess we'll just all grab shit from wherever, then!

[desertdaggers]

Some very useful ones, then. Oh? That sounds good. Would you be able to find the time to share some here, do you think?

Excellent!

[punkblaze]

That's the plan! [He smiles.] And hopefully it'll get other people to do it too. What about you? Got any musical talent?

[desertdaggers]

Ah… I can sing a little, and I can carry a beat, but I don't know how well I'd compare to someone who writes their own works.

[punkblaze]

I bet you'd be awesome. So, I'll work on convincin' you to try performin' sometime too. [Grin!]

[desertdaggers]

You might have to find something for me to perform first. [grinning back.]

[punkblaze]

Hey, I'm pretty sure I could think of somethin'. So I'll just go ahead take that as a yes.

[desertdaggers]

I'll be looking forward to seeing what you think of, then!