estoria | We Built This City

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We Built This City

Who: EVERYONE, literally everyone
When: THE ENTIRE MONTH OF SEPTEMBER. This can take place any time from IC 2/28 to 3/16.
Where: ALL OF THE COLONY
What: The log to go along with the reconstruction player plot! Everyone is still welcome to join in, even if they had no prior knowledge of this.
Rating/Warning: shouldn't be anything to warn for! please poke me if this changes

[Not too long ago, a monstrous tsunami toppled the colony of Cerealia and left the city in ruins. Today…. the city is still in ruins. Watch your step! Hopefully you weren’t headed anywhere important today because--]

You there! Where do you think you’re going?!

[-- you’re about to be dragged into something much bigger than getting a sandwich or your CyBuddy’s hair appointment.

You’ve been spotted by Natalia and you are about to get an earful.]

Once Natalia gives the spiel to whatever poor bystander was walking about, they’re given a hardhat along with their instructions. Then they’re set off to work and they have quite the range of places that they can see to attend to.

I » THE RUBBLE The Residential District took the hardest toll after the tsunami. Where a block of apartments once stood, there’s now only rubble and ruin – as well as fallen pieces of the platform that had just added salt to the wound. Those in this area will be given face masks as well, to accommodate for the dust, and are tasked with moving the rubble over to a sectioned off area that will be considered a new scrapyard. Take a look at the fallen tech if you’d like, just be careful not to exhaust yourselves too much!

II » THE SCHOOL Plenty of the water has receded from the school area, but it would appear that the remains of flooding are still in effect. Try not to turn the halls into a slip and slide just yet! Even though the whiteboards beg to be written on, you’re obviously here to do work…. right? Well, there’s probably something about visiting a school that can make people itch to feel young again anyway.

III » THE APARTMENTS What apartments remained have a high chance of dealing with water damage, especially those on the bottom flowers. They’re just begging to be revamped. Maybe you even find an empty one that you like and decide to claim it for yourself! Aside from that, Natalia’s left paints upon paints for a mural on the outside of the building if you feel like doing some benevolent vandalism. Please don’t draw any genitalia.

IV » THE SKYBRIDGES High above the city, others are still put to work. The standing building in the residential district (and those that are eventually rebuilt) need a more convenient way of movement, Natalia’s decided. So here’s where people are building sky bridges to connect the apartments – but for the love of god, watch your step up there or else we’ll be dealing with cleaning you up off the cement too.

V » THE GYM The once magnificent place for ~~GAINS and and PROTEIN and BROSEPHS~~ honing one’s strength and maintaining the temple of one’s body unfortunately caved in during the disaster. Entirely. The place is another pile of rubble and rock, but if nothing else, exercise equipment has been ordered and people who hopefully know their way around a gym have been placed in charge of restoring the gym to its former glory. It’s like its own workout just to fix it!

VI » THE SANCTUARY Hidden away in the Residential District, there’s a new, nondescript building. Upon even stepping into the premises, you’re asked to leave your CereVice at the door. However once you’re determined unbugged by CERES, there’s much hustle and bustle in here. Wire work is being done to maintain generators, tests are being run, and then there are some people making sure that the curtains match the color scheme of the couches. At least there’s apparently a buffet provided inside for all volunteers! Chill during your break time. You’ve earned it.

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Ohhh, yeah? Heh, great idea! Who wouldn't feel safe seein' you greeting them, huh? There's nothing like a cute girl to make a guy feel right at home!

[It'd be even cuter with a maid outfit . . . though he's still not sure how old she is. Oh well. As far as flirting goes, this is innocent enough, and it's all true, in his eyes. The world according to Leon. He glances over at the door, though . . . ]

Am I interruptin' you?

[ She could be fourteen, she could be in her hundreds, he might never know-- she's blinking, though, looking a little frazzled. ]

Not yet. [ SUCH HONESTY. ] Would you like a cup, though?

Yeah, sure! Can you take a break yet? Have one with me!

[He's not the biggest tea fan, though he doesn't dislike it--but whatever it is he's drinking, it's a good excuse for company. Just sitting there drinking alone doesn't sound like the best time, even when it's not alcoholic.

Also, she looks like she might need it.]

You okay? You're still kinda shaken up, huh?

... A little, but I'm okay. There's just a lot that's been going on. [ Which can be a little overwhelming, but she sets the tray on a nearby table and offers Leon a cup. She'll take one and plop herself on the nearest couch, sure. Just for a little bit! ]

You been busy today too, huh?

[He sits down next to her . . . carefully. He'd normally just fling himself onto the couch, which is one of his favorite things to do after a long day, but he's got hot tea in his hand and they've already had one close call tonight! He sets the bowl of shrimp aside on the table, finally freeing it back into the ocean of people who probably also want to eat it.]

Man, I'm beat! I haven't worked like that in . . . uh . . . maybe ever?

... You look like you're strong, though?

[ Or intimidating, maybe. This apparently surprises her, as her fingers flex around her own cup. ]

Well, yeah, I'm an athlete and all, but it totally ain't the same!

[At least it's not for him, because he's a lucky asshole. He does look strong and well-muscled, despite his complaining about just mopping some floors . . . ]

Cleaning's way more tiring! Probably 'cuz it's so boring. And it's not like I really practice my pitching anyway, 'cuz that's boring too.

Your pitching? Is your aim really good?

[ Now is your time to brag, Leon. ]

[There's an internal war going on here, because bragging is one of his favorite things, but baseball isn't . . . still, in the end, bragging wins out. Honestly, it's not even bragging, per se, when it comes to this topic; it's just the cold hard facts. He sits back comfortably on the couch, cupping his hands around the teacup.]

Well, yeah, 'course it is! I'm the best in Japan! It's not just my aim, either! Aim's pretty easy . . . ah, but all of it's pretty easy, actually. Like, it's cool and all, but it ain't as hard as people make it out to be!

... It sounds like it'd be hard for me. So I think it's amazing.

[ Her aim is only good when she's not aiming at all, sad to say. ]

Heh, well you're pretty tiny. You've got noodle arms! Nothin' wrong with that, though, especially on a girl. Like, you've probably got other stuff you're real good at, right?

[Doesn't everyone? Okay, he knows that's not necessarily true, though sometimes he has to consciously remind himself.]

... I'm really good at reading.

[ SHE IS NOT A SHSL ANYTHING. ]

Well I'm not that great at that, so I guess we kinda balance out . . . you're an indoors kinda girl, huh?

[He's slowly getting a picture of her. Super adorable, jumpy, noodle arms, teacups, books. Yep, it all adds up.]

[ NOODLE ARMS... ]

Mm, I wasn't allowed outside for a long time, and then I just... stayed in, after that. [ She sucks at the great outdoors. ]

. . . Wait, you weren't allowed out? What the hell . . . are your parents super overprotective?

[He can't even imagine it. He's an outdoors type himself, but even he had his days of annoying his parents in the house so much that they yelled at him to go play outside--or, more recently, slacking off too much. Being forced inside is a weird thought.

Maybe she's had a hard life . . . ouch.]

[ How to explain this... ]

It was just me and my mother, and she didn't want me to go out, because it was dangerous. And the one time I didn't listen, she...

... I lost her.

[ IT'S A BIT OF A HEAVY STORY. ]

[Yeah just a bit. Leon isn't sure how to react to it. For one thing, he has no idea how points A and B connect there, but . . . now's not the time to ask. Is there ever a time to ask? Probably not. What matters is that he can get the gist of what she's saying happened, and oh. Ouch.]

Uh, sorry . . . I didn't think it'd be like that.

[He's tense with the topic, but after a moment he reaches out to pat her on the shoulder.]

It's... okay... [ And she trails off, glancing at his hand. More specifically, the hand on her shoulder. ]

But that's why.

[He doesn't move it right away, but he does after a few beats and another comforting squeeze. Maybe she doesn't like being touched . . . why doesn't he ever meet anyone here who likes being touched? It's so weird. At least he's casual about moving it.]

Yeah, got it . . . sorry. So after that you never got in the habit, huh? I guess that explains some stuff about you.

Yeah, I just... I mean, I don't stay inside all the time, but I feel... safer like that.

[ Give her time, Leon, she'll accept your totally platonic touches one day. ]

It used to be pretty easy to do that here, huh? Stick around inside, I mean. When I first got here I definitely spent entire days inside my apartment!

[But unlike Mary, he can't handle that sort of thing; he goes crazy if he's alone or inside too long, and makes a little face at the memory.]

But when stuff got wrecked it kinda changed that, anyway. I mean, except for those few days where it was raining so hard you couldn't even really go outside anyway. That sucked!

Yeah... I'm really glad the rain stopped, at least.

[ She wasn't the best swimmer, anyway. ]

Man, with hair like yours? I bet you soak up ten gallons of water every time you go out in that kinda thing!

[This time he reaches out to tweak at the very end of her hair, near the back, curiously. Heh.]

It makes my head feel really heavy, so I don't like it.

[ At least this time her hair doesn't move on its own, but she does peer up at him. Hey, now. ]

--Heh, sorry.

[He tugs his hand back.]

It was callin' to me . . . you don't see a girl with that much hair that often!

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