(open) diner construction!

[miyagimagic]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Come help set up the diner!
When: Through October
Where: District 1, close to City Hall Train Station
Content Warnings: N/A.

Some may say that taking over a pre-existing restaurant (or an actual diner) would make one's job of offering an eatery far easier than refurbishing two entire stores for a job. That person has never met Daniel LaRusso, with his dislike of magical appearing foods (it's haunted, right?? got to be haunted), and with a desire to get the closest spot where newcomers can find his future homely establishment to eat.

But honestly, it has more to do with the former issue. Stop being so creepy, City.

Fortunately, many people are happy to indulge in an Italian-American's eccentricities, and to bring together a spot where food can be served, and information digested. It will take some work, from rewiring, moving and retrieving, and collaborations with one another.

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1. REMOVING, RETRIEVING
→ a. In the earlier stages of renovating the space being taken over, clearing out what's already in the two buildings is first priority. These buildings? One a men's boutique, filled with all the dress shirts and mostly same trouser wear as the pair next to them. They can be thrown out onto the streets, but what about that pesky eye of the law that can get you handcuffed to a random radiator?

That won't do! Feel free to rifle through the clothing options, as well as a choice of socks, shoes, and even some fragrances, or to help pack them away to be placed onto the trolley carts that have been retrieved from other parts of the city. There's also finding appropriate places to stick them. ...is there a pond nearby? (no)

(Oh, and what's the second? A pet store with toys. So useful, city!)

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→ b. And then there's the more laborious side to the task: the bashing down of the correct walls, removing the rubble and depositing it, and also....collecting the industrial kitchen supplies from the other restaurants or diners. Because why get a home stove when you can get the big boy gear?

One fridge-freezer has already been supplied to the diner, a test to verify that stealing repurposing from the other restaurants won't get people in trouble. But for the steel tables, a cooker, and a few more of those fridges and freezers? Bless your strong arms--just be careful about tearing apart the wiring at the back.

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2. DECORATING, RELAXING
→ a. Know what's as important as having a kitchen to a diner? Having the right vibes, obviously. This means decorations, from picking good lighting out, choosing if fake plants should be used, and what about some wall art? Judging one's picks is also essential, too. As feedback, that is.

Maybe characters have ideas about the potential decor they'd like to suggest. It is a team effort, after all--would a character like to put their hand to making a prettified menu board? Or how do they think the outdoors should be decorated?

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→ b. While the kitchen isn't up and running immediately (the space has been to readied for every portion of the diner, as well as all the equipment added), that doesn't mean that meals aren't supplied, and a kettle with tea and coffee options haven't been set up for breaks in some part of the establishment, even if it might change to another spot another day.

But snacks are brought in, from bars available in the shops, to some on-site selections with a portable cooker and food warmer. The selection is simple, with burgers around lunchtime and tomato and basil pasta around dinnertime, for those who might be more involved with the construction side of the job.

But hey, inspiring a community feel between each other is also a purpose of the Welcome Diner, isn't it? Pick up a can of coke or a juice drink, and why not speak with your fellow neighbour?

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3. GATHERING, DATA
→ a. While the kitchen and diner part of the diner is important to the site, what also is, is the information supplied. Working together to figure out which apartment buildings are more occupied, what information to supply in documents, from living comfortably inside the city (whether you're used to technology, humans, or this particular time era) or to the questions important to know about the situation (what do we know? What questions should we try to find out?)

There's the idea of making a more elaborate map that helps pinpoint where to find the supermarkets, pharmacies. But, you know, maybe this is a good time to give your own ideas about what would be useful, too.

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( ooc: hello, everyone! this here is a log where hopefully people can get some cr going with other diner fellows! a page is here for the diner, and if there's particular aesthetic details made and/or certain info, please let us know and it can be added!! character touches can be made to the location.

please also feel free to make up your own prompts if you had an idea of something to do that isn't above, they're just there to hopefully give some ideas. thank you to everyone who encouraged this idea! also ree wants to let you know that she is not sorry for the stock images. )

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daniel larusso | ota!

[miyagimagic]

( 2b - the italian love language )

[ Sure, of course anyone is free to grab snacks or drinks by themselves.

But there's also definitely someone around fussing over it. Sorry, you haven't grabbed a drink or some food within the last half hour? That clearly won't do, and it won't be too long before you have one (1) Daniel LaRusso on your case.

Which is to say - if you're in the middle of working on any part of this, whether you're doing construction or removing things or decorating or even helping write up information for the newcomers, Daniel will definitely approach you with a cup with a drink in it and a snack. ]

Alright, alright, time for a ten minute break. Unless I could take over for you?

[ Or - if it's around dinnertime - he might even be attempting to fully drag you away from your work. Yes, even if you're in the middle of something. You can try to protest, but the man pipes up with: ] C'mon, you have to try the pasta! Sitting down for a bit won't mean the diner never opens, y'know?

( 1b - make this man sit down )

[ See that thing he just said in the last prompt?

Yeah, someone might not be listening to his own words. Because even though Daniel will readily reassure everyone else and make sure no one is working too hard, the man himself is there the entire time. He shows up early enough to make sure he's there before anyone else arrives to help out, and he refuses to go home until the last person there has done the same thing. He tries to help out with basically every single aspect of what's happening around the diner - to a point where you might even sometimes notice him multitasking, always offering to lend a helping hand anywhere.

Though it might start to get to be a little bit much for Daniel after a while. Not that you'd notice from what the guy is doing. He's still all over the place, still making sure everyone is properly being fussed over and doing pretty much anything, but.. he is starting to look a little bit more pale as more and more days of work are being put into this place. The area around his eyes looks just a little bit darker too, doesn't it? Or maybe he seems a little more absent-minded at some point in the middle of talking with you, or yawning a bit more than the usual?

Either way, you might want to get this man to rest. Just a little bit.

Especially if you spot him working the coffee machine after it's been set up, except the cup he was filling is already long full, and is currently overfilling to the point where the coffee is spilling onto the floor and the bottom of Daniel's pants.

And yet the guy doesn't even seem to notice. ]

( ooc: would you rather run into daniel during something other activity! also totally impossible, feel free to hit me with a wildcard. daniel will be around basically whenever work is being done on the diner, so.. every single day for as long as there's people there.. so no matter what you're doing to work on the diner, daniel can be involved, go for it!! if you'd rather ask me something or plot, feel free to hit me up at queeningsquare. )

1b

[fanstheflames]

[ Tsuruno pops up to help--well, often. She doesn't appear to have too much trouble carrying some slightly heavier things, but otherwise she's here to assist with pretty much anything. Cleaning the newly-added kitchen equipment, helping out with meals, sweeping, showing up with even more medical supplies for the first-aid kit, and so on and so forth.

She keeps an eye on Daniel when she can and it's hard to miss the tell-tale signs of exhaustion, because she's dealt with them herself. And when she sees him at the coffee machine and sees where the coffee is now going, she tugs at the back of his shirt. It's absolutely in a scolding manner. ]

Sensei, you're leaking.

[miyagimagic]

[ Apparently the tug isn't even enough to pull Daniel out of his thoughts by itself. It makes him stir a little bit, sure, but the man doesn't start fully moving until Tsuruno also speaks up. There's something about the leaking that catches his attention, and when he looks down: ]

Sh--! [ That's when he spots where all the coffee is going. Daniel instinctively tries to step away, but it won't help anything about the dark brown stains at the very bottom of his pants, even as he's trying very carefully here to hold in a grown up swear around Tsuruno, going instead for: ] S-- Shoot!

[ There, more appropriate. Yes, one can be a Dad and be startled at the same time, apparently.

His hand reaches out to turn off the machine before it can further flood the work-in-progress diner, and only then does Daniel turn to properly look at the girl, something apologetic in the curves of his face. ]

.. thanks for warning me. I guess I was, uh.. [ ... ] .. a little bit distracted.

[ Yeah. That's clearly it. ]

1b

[broca]

[ Hard labor is what Broca was made for, and considering he already agreed to come help out with this building project, hard labor is what he's happily doing. While it's not getting them any closer to busting out of this city, it is nice to actually have something meaningful he's working towards. A lack of a workshop and proper tools might mean it's hard to make furniture from scratch, but he can certain haul pieces in, and do a little work to try and modify things to better fit the restaurant here.

And the fact that he understands wiring even if he's still largely an amateur electrician helps greatly too.

Though even a guy like Broca needs to take breaks from time to time, which makes it all the more noticeable that Daniel isn't. He's standing there, one arm across his chest so he can grip onto a shoulder he's rolling back to work out kinks in the muscle, and he's watching Daniel pour coffee all over himself.

The normal thing to do would be to verbally alert someone so they can stop it themselves, but instead Broca walks over and turns off the machine, standing right there in Daniel's personal space bubble as he turns to give the man a questioning look. Just a silent urging for the man to explain what the hell he was just doing. ]

[miyagimagic]

[ Apparently the silent judgement is powerful enough to snap Daniel out of what he was doing.

.. even if it takes a moment. He first notices the coffee machine is no longer running. Then he glances over to Broca - just momentarily, just long enough to catch the gaze the other is shooting at him.

Then he looks back at the overflowing coffee cup, and where all that coffee has gone, and this time he's definitely letting out a curse. Sorry, Broca, apparently you're not young or adopted enough to qualify for Daniel's 'no cursing around kids policy.'

He makes an attempt to wipe the coffee off his pant leg, but.. yeah, that's not doing much. Those pants are brown now, Daniel, enjoy.

It's only after all that that he looks back over at Broca again, something faintly embarrassed in his gaze. ]

Sorry, I-- I guess I didn't notice how long it had been on already.

2b (dinner)

[100more]

[ Hob thinks the cafe is a brilliant idea. A homecooked meal is also a better way to welcome newcomers than letting them graze in the grocery stores. It's far more comforting to sit in front of a hot plate, and it allows one to get a grasp of their situation.

So when help was needed, Hob arrived and spent much of the day bringing in tables or chairs to populate the space, along with anything else that might be needed. When he's pulled away from some finishing touches to eat, though, he can't help but laugh. ]

You've been cooking? I thought I smelled something good.

[ Naturally, he'll be lead away for a meal. ]

[miyagimagic]

Of course I have been! I can't let you all help out without doing something in return, right? [ Granted, it's not really like people are working for him when he intends for this place to be a community resource of sorts.. But since Daniel came up with the idea with Robby's help, he feels responsible for taking care of all the people who are helping out with it.

Hob included. Daniel already liking the guy only helps, really.

So it feels entirely natural for him to guide the other over to a seat, grabbing the other a plate and then starting to throw some spoonfuls of pasta on there. ]

I just hope you like Italian food.

[ It's kind of his style. ]

1b

[aceslow]

[ Kim, a fellow workaholic if you've ever seen one, has been keeping an eye on Daniel the whole time. If pressed on this, he would quickly deny it; he's busy with his own work, thank you very much, and he has no interest in babysitting anyone. But he can't deny the fact that every now and then his eyes flit over to where Daniel is, a storm of activity, adding the pressure of fussing over everyone else on top of considerable physical labour.

Frankly, Kim finds it exhausting just watching him. And just as he watches him work himself to the bone, he notices the small telltale signs of fatigue settle in his body, the way he sways momentarily on his feet as he puts something on a high shelf, the pause of disorientation as he looks around for something to do, the ever-present smile beginning to flag. Once he's spilling coffee everywhere, Kim can't help but step in, plucking the cup from Daniel's grasp and fixing him with the world-famous Kitsuragi eyebrow. Some men have managed to disobey the pull of the eyebrow -- but not many of them. It has its own gravitational field. ]

Sit down.

[ Few have resisted his commands in this mood either, his tone making it absolutely certain that someone simply not listening to him isn't a possibility in his mind. His steady eye contact does not falter as he stridently pours the coffee into the sink and presses a bottle of water into his hands instead. ]

Drink.

1b!

[centile]

[mob is trying to help out where he can whenever he can, which is basically standing around, unsure until people direct him places. he's moved things (and almost passed out a little,) he's painted (and got paint all over him, including his hair,) he tried to help with smashing walls (he didn't make much of a dent...)

now that decorating is more the deal he feels a bit more useless. what is having opinions on decorations? spirits and such had some plants, so he does try to go out and get some. he walked all over, lugging a box full of them all the way back.

he pulls a few out to look at- there's all kinds from all over, flowers, leafy things, maybe herbs. all in tiny pots, and he picks up one that looks a little wilted, tilting his head before tapping it with a finger and making it perk up considerably, a little too much even. yes, one of the first times he's used his powers at all in the city, because he's just like that.

when daniel comes over with a drink and orders for a ten minute break he offers a faint smile.] Thank you, Mr. LaRusso.

Maybe you should take over, I don't really know much about decorating. [he admits- then picks up one of the potted plants and puts it on one of the tables. it's a little cactus with a cheerful flower. he regards it for several moments as if it will reveal it's secrets about where it belongs in this whole area.]

2b - no vampires to see here just yet!

[rescinded_vow]

Ah, my apologies.. I have already eaten.

[ Armand seems to have been swept up with everyone else in the rush for their mortal meal, even though he's only just arrived. It's the earliest point in the evening he can awaken and no doubt most helpers will be on their way home within a few hours, but that's fine, he's happy to work alone and move things along while the others rest.

Still, he thought it prudent to introduce himself and see where the project is up to. Though he didn't reply to the network post, the Diner and it's construction has been on his mind more often than not. He holds his hands up in surrender to Daniel's fatherly charm and offers an uncertain smile. ]

I wanted to know where I'm of best use and if you're happy for me to stay later into the evenings...I don't sleep much at night.

[He's the dusty looking waif this evening. Boots, jeans, a tee shirt and loose flannel, his curly hair half pulled back and tied out of his face, pink in the cheeks as if chilled by the evening and clearly ready to work. There's little to give him away as anything but mortal - if a little pale looking - and he shoves his hands into his pockets, trying not to trip over his own accent. ]

[deathoftheauthor]

( Louis feels more than a little bit unsure showing up at the diner, after he'd quietly revealed his vampire nature by explaining his connection to Lestat. People here have been accepting about it, by and large, and in Louis' eyes, far too accepting of his kind. Vampires are dangerous. It is naive to trust a creature that could so easily make you a meal. But all the same, even if he's certain he doesn't deserve it... he's grateful.

He shows up late in the evening, dressed in jeans and a dark sweater with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, a soft look in his green eyes as he approaches Daniel. )

It's coming along splendidly.

( He glances around the diner with warm appreciation, distantly in love with both the decor and the compassionate, thoughtful intention behind it. He hesitates slightly: )

I was sincere when I expressed a willingness to learn to cook, in spite of... well.

( He makes a very small gesture with his head that somehow seems to encompass the whole of himself and everything he is. )

The garlic issue is a myth.

Peter Graham | ota!

[possessum]

1B / STEALING REPURPOSING

[ It is.... rare that Peter Graham is not only spotted outside of the apartment room he tends to stay reclusively huddled up within like an oversized spider, but also that he's spotted actually doing an activity. And yet here he is to be found helping out with the diner construction — on multiple days, even! Truly, it's a testament to just how much of a Good, Trustworthy Guy that Daniel Larusso seems to be, that even the city's resident anxious wreck of a teenager is here.... willingly.

He can be found on any random day when construction is starting up, really. And while he'll pick up a hammer or other tool to awkwardly help bust something up every once in awhile, Peter's not exactly the most physically capable. So most of his tasks in those early days will be doing runner jobs, bringing supplies to various people or hanging around to see what's needed. He also ends up heading out to other restaurants and eating establishments to nick supplies....

He's on one such run now, and it's usually always with at least one other person, little teams just naturally being formed to head out together. The restaurant they're in now is fairly large, and pretty nice, but the abandoned factor just makes it all the creepier..... Peter's tense as he walks slowly around, looking for anything that can be taken.... running a hand carefully across one of the large tables all decked out in a thick tablecloth and napkins folded up in front of each plush chair. As usual, the place seems ready to use, and there's even smooth jazz music playing in the background. Peter pauses, moving to unroll one of the fancy napkins and reveal a set of nice cutlery. ]

...We could probably use all the forks and stuff we can get, right?

2B / MINGLING (ANXIOUS AND/OR POSSESSED)

[ Peter can be found around the diner-to-be on various days of construction, and that means there's the potential to encounter him in..... various states.

If you catch him on one of his better days, he might be hanging around on a lunch or dinner break with a cheeseburger or some pasta in hand, usually standing apart from any larger groups, exhibiting some major wallflower energy. He's visibly nervous, or maybe just comes across as shy, but he'll still offer a little smile to anyone who might come near him. He's been creeping out of seclusion a bit more these days, after all (and in fact, this diner construction is a huge factor to thank for that; it means he has something he has to get up and actually prepare to come do.... take a shower, put on clean clothes.... leave his depression nest for a few hours; it's been good for him.) Never mind that he looks like he might crumple any second, with eyes rimmed in dark circles like bruises and a tendency to flinch at any louder sound of tools at work or the occasional item being dropped.... He's still here! He's trying! And if you're standing off alone relatively closeby, he might even speak up first, wincing a little almost like he already knows he seems awkward— ]

Hey. This uh... this thing's really coming along, huh?

[ ...It's maybe obvious he doesn't get out or talk to people much....

Unfortunately, there's also the chance you might happen across him on one of his not-so-great days. It often happens without warning, the... strangeness that seems to overcome him. You might see him standing there completely still — a tall, lanky teenager facing the wall. It won't take long to realise something's wrong, given the way he isn't blinking, isn't moving at all. He's just staring, eyes wide and pupils swollen, turning their warm browns to an inky black; he's completely unresponsive. It's a lot of Blair Witch Project energy going on, which is probably fine...!

Or maybe you open the door to the supply closet and there he is, crouched down on the floor, head tilted a little too far back, his exposed throat moving with odd sounds — a quiet wheeze. After a few seconds, it gives way to a raspy croak, one that grows a bit louder, as though something swells within him, creaks and cracks. The air might feel rather strange too, an odd chill that seems to make the fine hairs at the back of your neck prickle uncomfortably. ...Is whatever you came in here to get really worth it....

...Or maybe you just come across him passed out asleep on the floor somewhere, which is a lot less creepy but certainly no less strange. ]

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WILDCARD / ETC

^{ooc — So Peter here is possessed by a demon king of Hell but currently does not know that! I'm totally cool if someone can Sense something about him / if it might be a bit warped due to the nerf factor / etc. Also feel free to hit me up via pm or at horreur for any questions, thoughts, or if you'd like to do something else B)}

hello is anyone in this supply closet, oh its just THE KING OF HELL

[perfectdevil]

[ It's quite late into the night, and Lestat needs another jug of that stuff that smells absolutely foul but is wonderful for getting muck out of carpets. Vampire eyes are a blessing and a curse - wonderful that he has the attention to detail that he has, but unfortunate that he can see every speck of dirt and can't rest until it's gone.

He can hear the heartbeat of someone close by, of course, but in his long years he's learned that searching out something he should not be able to hear often leads to more complicated questions than he's usually willing to answer, so he's been resolutely ignoring it in favour of listening to his little Walkman music player instead.

When he opens the closet and finds the source of the pulse, he understandably does a double take. His double take and the double take of a human man are quite different - a human might have recoiled, grabbed their chest, screamed even.. but Lestat goes utterly and completely still, an inhuman lack of movement almost freezing his entire body except for his eyes, which rake over this strange creature's face.

The sound from him and the flood of a chill around them make Lestat's expression harden. ]

Mon dieu, what have we here. [ Lestat doesn't feel fear as a rule, so instead he crouches down to rest back on his thighs, and brings his face closer to his. ] Hello? Can you hear me in there?

[ If he gets no answer he'll simply attempt to dip into his thoughts. ]

2b - anxiety version

[miyagimagic]

[ It's not too surprising to Daniel to see Peter hanging more around the edges of the crowd, really. Considering what the boy can be like at times, the man is already happy enough to see Peter around here at all. It's got to be good for him. Having something concrete to do, actually being around people.. Even people he doesn't know. Meeting strangers can be a good thing, after all, when most of said strangers are just very kind people.

Else they wouldn't be helping out here.

But it's not like Daniel can just let the kid stay alone forever. When he notices the boy isn't really mingling, he makes his way over through the crowd to Peter's side instead, still some pasta left on his own plate, and a small smile on Daniel's face. ]

Hey, Peter.

[ .. there's the tiniest moment of hesitation, of thought, but..

Ah, screw it, Daniel thinks. He just reaches out with a hand, ruffling Peter's messy hair very, very lightly. There's a bit of worry within Daniel that it's a little too familiar, but - you know, with Peter being such a nervous bean, he can probably use some contact and encouragement. ]

How's it all going so far? Not too tough for you?

bro bro WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!!

[strongroots]

[ We have to talk about Peter.

Granted, following the advice of a similarly-named movie would be best taken once the situation has been dealt with: that is, finding the other teen just passed out on the floor, not even a minute since Robby last saw them. They had gone to get some extra tiles for the kitchen decor and some plumbing pipe, separately for the different aisles each was on, and--

and that was enough time for Robby to find Peter just on the floor, a lump that almost didn't register but thankfully did. He ran over as soon as the figure became a mess of hair and baggy clothes, Robby skidding into a kneel; words of ] hey, hey, Peter, hey, wake up! [ as he shakes him by a hand on his back. Checking his temperature by touching the side of his exposed cheek.

Will this boy need more to come to? bro?? BRO? ]

1B! 👀

[lupusintus]

Right. The more the merrier, nobody is going to miss them. I'm surprised people didn't take all the knives yet.

[ His companion this afternoon happens to be a dashing cowboy who is carrying a sack over one shoulder that contains a few of the random items he has collected today. Unbeknownst to Peter, Ethan may not know who he is but he does know he's seen him trailing after Vanessa once or twice. This automatically makes him someone to watch in his eyes, even if he is just a kid.

But Peter looking like a little mouse, skittishly scurrying around looking for crumbs, has him crossing the room to give him some company. He won't comment on it, and he doesn't try to invade his space, keeping just inside of his line of sight and nothing more. Upon seeing the interior fully, he whistles in appreciation, fingers brushing against the back of a chair before he leans over it to snatch up a similar set of cutlery. ]

This place is a little rich for my blood. [ Ah, the proverbial icebreaker: ] So. How long have you been here?

Lestat de Lioncourt | OTA

[perfectdevil]

[ Let it be never said that Lestat is not a helpful man - go on, write it down in your mental list of facts about him, somewhere near the top so that you can refer back to it later: The Vampire Lestat is very helpful. And kind, add that in there, too.

When he heard the plan to organise a Welcome Diner, he was helplessly charmed to its cause and so is unable to resist offering his talents. Not being on the same schedule as the other humans has its merits and its pitfalls in equal amounts; while he can't really show his face during the day what with sleeping the sleep of the dead and all, he can certainly turn up in the mid to late evening as soon as the sun has gone down, and can offer to take up any task when the sweet little humans start to flag. ]

No, no, mon ami, give that here. You're likely to take an eye out if you carry on that way. The last thing we need is you bleeding all over the place, who knows what could happen. Go sit down somewhere. Partir! I won't hear it!

[ He can also linger when they all retire - it's nothing to unfasten any locks that might have been put in place to secure their work in progress, and it's even easier again to perform grand feats of lifting a refrigerator with only the slightest huff of effort, and to move the rubble out and away with preternatural speed.

Lestat also has a keen eye for style - just look at the way he dresses, and yes he's still wearing those ridiculous clothes while doing all this manual labour - so he takes it upon himself on one of the later nights to start unveiling a vision; adorning the walls with monochrome tiling for easy cleaning, faux exposed beams on the ceiling (so much easier to install when you can cling to the walls like a spider) and sections of covered in a welcoming bright blue to act as focus points, to tie the whole thing together.

If anyone approaches him mid-nighttime power hour, he'll either pretend to be very out of breath if he's just set the refrigerator, table, or kitchen unit on the ground, or he'll really lean into how lucky y'all are to have a vampire working the night shift. Can't really talk your way out of scrambling up the walls, after all. ]

[fanstheflames]

[ She's here mid-evening before Daniel inevitably kicks her out to go home because he has no faith in teenagers being out late probably, ostensibly organizing the first-aid cabinet or bringing in food but also trying to get away with lugging things that a teenage girl should probably not normally lift.

She's mostly okay? But she still gives a start when this very fancy man comes to take some of her rubble away, blinking up at him. ]

Oh. Um.

[ Was that French-- ]

Oui?

[strongroots]

[ Here's another mid-evening child YOUNG ADULT, thank you very much, who...isn't attempting to lift anything above his weight because some of us don't have the superpowers for it-- but what he does have the strength for is lifting rubble into the trolleys they've gathered to wheel out the mess from inside. Some of it is hardboard, fortunately, but there's still heavier junk to get moved.

And despite Robby's very normal human body, he would say that he can move hefty weights well -- he's got the muscle for it! He worked for this! But do you know what it's like to be accompanied in a job by somebody who is...way swifter at it than you, even when that job is just filling a trolley?

Yeah, this doesn't go past Robby's notice. Especially when he's just grabbed some more concrete to stick in, and this guy just did that, grabbed another piece, getting ready to grab more. ]

What did you drink before you got here?

[ It's an energy drink joke. But also. ]

[miyagimagic]

[ At least Daniel knows why Lestat turns up so late. Or why the other could easily spend all night here without it being pulling an all nighter for Lestat in the slightest.

.. does that make him feel better when he notices the other is still lingering, even when pretty much anyone else has already gone home for the evening? Not really. Especially since Daniel feels kind of guilty at the idea of leaving himself when he was the one who thought up this entire idea. He doesn't want anyone to have to work here without him.

So when they're the only two people left in the middle of the under-construction diner, Daniel moves over towards the other guy, offering him a half-awkward smile as he asks: ]

Getting ready to head home too?

[aceslow]

[ Kim is one of the latecomers, trickling in after many others have already retired for the evening; without a strict schedule to keep to, he is a habitual night owl, and there is something reassuring about the quiet blanket of night. That he's not alone here is a bit of a surprise (though not an enormous one, considering this place's restless denizens), but what's far more of a surprise is the familiar accent that greets him. Homesickness sinks its teeth into him with the suddenness of autumn. How long has it been since he's heard one of his countrymen?

Not one of his countrymen, he knows - nobody here is from Revachol - but certainly closer than the others. ]

I assure you, I'm capable of moving things around without serious injury, [ he says, his own voice thickly accented in French -- or rather, in Belgian, though the distinction is non-existent to those who don't speak it. He shifts to the other language easily, the words rolling off his tongue. ] You speak it...? [ He knows better than to specify the language, rather than to go down that particular interdimensional rabbithole. ] You're the first I've met. Everyone else here speaks English, or Japanese.

Scott Summers | OTA!

[laserguy]

removing;
[Even with his powers extremely limited, Scott's confident that he's still good as a construction-- err demolition guy. Apparently, the wall in front of him needs to be removed and what better use of his optic blasts other than this? He can only name a few, and since there's no supervillain running around right now, he's fine with doing manual labor. It's for a good cause anyway.

So, he raises a hand to his visor, and presses the familiar button, letting out a quick red blast from his eyes and hitting the wall in front of him. Usually, the wall would be completely broken up, but there's only a small crack and hm.]

Guess this will need more firepower.

[Not exactly happy here!!]

relaxing;
[Scott usually isn't one to take breaks, not until the mission is completed, which in this case, is building the diner and everything. And thanks to his visor, it's a little hard to tell when he actually gets tired and everything, just dutifully working, whether it's helping to put up décor or packing away some of the clothes in a box.

But eventually he stands still for a few seconds, wiping some sweat off his forehead. He definitely seems okay though, and he's about to start working again-- until his stomach growls almost loudly.

Uh...]

Er, don't mind me. [Scott tries his best to remain stoic and not at all embarrassed by the sound. It's fine!!]

gathering data;
[He certainly agrees with a lot of information that should be supplied in documents, such as tips for living comfortably inside the city and giving known information about the situation so far, he finds himself speaking up about one thing in particular.]

We could mention that powers are affected here. [...] I'm not sure about the others yet, but in general, mine are weaker.

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removing!

[possessum]

[ It's a little hard to miss the guy walking around with those really cool shades on. Peter's glimpsed him here and there in the process of helping out, but he's not one to approach strangers too willingly... much less introduce himself to one. He's been more of a wallflower, trying to keep out of people's way when they get up to the actual construction part of things. Certainly, he's not very physically capable himself...

At the moment, he's just toting a very manageable bag of nails and meandering his way around the centre of things, when he witnesses..... he's not sure what it is he witnesses. A flash of red, bright enough that it almost hurts to look at.

Unfortunately, Peter Graham is... jumpy even at the best of times. His heart, already so prone to explosions of nervous anxiety, reacts much like he's in mortal peril at the slightest hint of perceived danger. He jumps, violently, the bag of nails clattering noisily to the ground as his dingy, worn Converse slip the wrong way against a wooden board beneath him. Down Peter goes, eyes wide with fear, half-scrambling with long legs as he tries not to fall on his ass but mostly ends up doing that, landing on the ground.

He's like one of those fainting goats.... ]

relaxing

[fanstheflames]

I'm absolutely minding!

[ Hey, Scott. You've met her by now and here she is again, this time rushing over with a burger in one hand and a plate of dumplings in the other. From the way she balances them, this is not her first plate-wielding rodeo. ]

What're you feeling?

removing

[miyagimagic]

[ At least the display of the powers is a little less surprising when Daniel has already seen it before. Sure, he didn't exactly expect Scott to try and unleash it in here, but.. on the other hand, it makes sense. Some of the walls have got to come down somehow, after all.

.. though seeing the end result is a little anticlimactic.

Only a little bit, though. Daniel appreciates the effort to try this at all, so he approaches Scott with a slight smile on his face. ]

Y'know, we could always grab something else to do the demolition work. [ No need to strain yourself, Scott..! ]