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"It's Cubefall??"

Cue one more delighted Milliwayser, bounding down the stairs like Christmas morning.

Ava's just taken her habitual post-Arashmaharr shower (the assorted infernal smells, she's noted, really get under your fingernails), and she meant to spend tonight hanging around strategically, waiting for Zevran and/or Sameth and/or Sam Winchester and/or pyramid people.

However, the evening's plans clearly need modification.

Twenty minutes later, she has dismantled a chair and a couch and is midway through construction of her now-traditional Cubefall Lego fort. A mostly-neglected salad and Coke sit off to one side.

(As usual, she hasn't even looked at sample configurations.

She's too much of a control freak to give up her body voluntarily.)

Maybe if Andrew happens by, they can have a painfully symbolic conversation about change and new beginnings.

ooc: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CUBEFALL PARTY. Get in on this fort-building action! Open until my brain gives up.

eta: sleepyface merc loves you all! is it can be slowtimes?

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"For all you know, the wolves are already here, given the date. And the location." He's lost count of how many werewolves supposedly live in or visit the Bar. "Best to assume that the wolves have infiltrated.

"And that they won't stop at anything short of real brick." Yes, he's being a pain today.

Best to assume the wolves have infiltrated.

For some reason that reminds her of Sam, fighting Lilith back on their Earth.

"Okay," she allows, amused.

"But what if the wolves all come to my house, because they're like, 'what a pushover, it's made of Legos,' and then I take them by surprise?"

"That would be a risky move. Unless you are doing all this as a trap in the first place. Which seems clever but rather elaborate.

"Did you bring the silver bullets?" He picks up a few Lego blocks and begins to assemble them tentatively. (He never had Lego as a kid.)

"I always bring the silver bullets," Ava rejoins.

Duh!

She assesses the two walls she has up. One of these should probably have a window. How'd she do that last year?

"But actually, my go-to plan is pretty simple."

"I suppose it is. But is it simple enough that you trust me to help build?" He gives Ava a tiny smirk.

She folds her arms over her chest.

"... Eh. Why not."

She can't tell whether Charlie underestimates her or not, curiously enough.

"Got any ideas for putting a window in the next wall?"

"Aren't these bricks supposed to be pretty sturdy? If we create a frame and then add it to the rest of the structure, it should hold." He thinks.

"So not interested in a Cubefall face?"

"That probably is what I did last year," Ava considers.

A glance to Charlie.

"I dunno, I just thought I was pretty cute as it is."

:DDD??

"Fair enough." Nothing he can really say to that and not sound a little tacky.

"I liked it before, but somehow I figured that coming back from the dead was enough for one year. Also, I didn't get any good choices."

He gets to work as best he can on bricklayer.

She laughs, reaching for some blocks that used to be a chair leg.

"I haven't even seen mine this year. What were yours?"

"An eagle, a robot named Amazo - powerful but unstable, a kitten, and a redhead.

"That last one is vaguely interesting, but best stayed away from if I don't want to address deeper questions of my sexuality." Some questions even Charlie is shy about.

"Not a fan of the idea. That's fair."

"You passed up on being a kitty?" Ava protests, barely disguising a grin.

She pries the chair leg apart into four disparate pieces, two of which she lets fall-- clack, clack! onto a small pile of spare parts.

Maybe they can be frame corners? No, she has better corner pieces somewhere around here.

Edited 2012-05-31 05:46 (UTC)

"I don't see myself as the kitty type." Or any sort of animal but human. Even if there could be some questions about what being human means he could ask.

Charlie concentrates on the basic parts of the wall. "Any color scheme in mind?"

"Nah," Ava says.

"I just want it to be, you know. Reasonably sturdy."

"Were you a Lego kid?" He figures that it might be best to build a large chunk of wall and then add it to the main body of the work.

She grins.

"Were you not?"

Unsurprisingly, Ava was really into the little castles.

"I was an orphan. In a very poor excuse for an orphanage. Under the thumb of some rather impossible nuns. The best we had were those alphabet blocks." He goes for red and blue.

Well way to bring it down, Charlie.

"That sucks," she says lightly, lips quirking down.

"Were the alphabet blocks actually shaped like letters ...? Or were they square and they had the letters on them."

"Square with letters on them. Educational and useful for simple structures. But not Lego." He suspects that anyone who wasn't in a bad way when a kid really won't understand.