Bulding Site II.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is in the half-finished staff quarters again.

He's been conjuring things for quite a while now: wallpaper, paint, glue, doorknobs, tiles, washbasins, rolled-up carpeting, DIY floowboards, what have you, he's busy making it.

And a few cardboard packages of purportedly easy-to-build kitchen cabinets, for those of the staff who get their own small kitchens in their quarters.

He's got a tan bathtub and nice, fiddly brown-and-green mosaic tiling already secreted away, set aside for Gil's future bathroom.

The place is busy; people are bustling about, demanding more of this or that, asking each other how something works, and lending each other hands, arms and other body parts for the more arduous tasks.

The goal of finishing this weekend looks quite realistic.

[[OOC: This is the second of the building site posts that I'd suggested; if your character volunteered to help or just likes to lend a hand, come on in - fly-by posts to establish your pup was there, long chats and brief interludes all equally welcome!]]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack is putting together kitchen cabinets. Without looking at the instructions. Typical.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Jack" Asar-Suti looks on with something like admiration.

"You're oing that as if you'd done nothing else all your life."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack shrugs, "Everybody's got to have a hobby." This is his. Putting things together, creating things seems so simple compared to his other work.

He laughs. "Of course, I'd prefer to be making them from scratch. I used to drive Sarah nuts, when I was home on leave. She told me the house had completely changed shape every time I went back to the Gulf."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"How 'scratch' would you go get a tree from the forest, and end up with a table?"

Asar-Suti grins; he sometimes enjoys being literal and a bit perverse.

"But it's good to see somebody know what they're doing - if there's any questions, shall I direct them to you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Something about Sooty's first comment appeals to the handyman in Jack. He smiles that smartass grin. "Is that a challenge, Deep Purple?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know if there is anything really challenging left here - I am sure I can deal with the mosaic tiling. It's all nicely pre-arranged, after all."

Oh no, no challenge at all.

"Do you need that piece of paper?" Asar-Suti asks, showing the discarded instructions.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Maybe there's a Roman somewhere we can press-gang into doing the mosaics." Jack looks pleased with himself. See? He's learnt something from Daniel's history-babbling.

He looks disdainfully at the piece of paper. "Nah. Keep it. I wouldn't mind a few power-tools though."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"You mean, like one of those electric screw driver/drill things, the ones that need battery packs? No problem, coming up"

Asar-Suti draws a sign in the air; it glitters violet for a moment, and then he hands Jack the gadget.

"Here - and no battery pack, either. I put in simple magic crystals instead, but they work just the same way."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack powers up the drill, and gets the same look in his eye that he gets when holding an MP5 gun, or a Jaffa staff weapon. "Sweet."

"Couldya hold that cabinet up against the wall for me?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Course I can."

Asar-Suti holds up the cabinet. "Will you need a spirit level for that?"

All builders and carpenters he's ever heard of are almost obsessive about their spirit levels.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

He winks. "Will it be purple?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Only if you want it to - I think most of those in this place are greenish. I don't conjure it, just make it come, you know - we already have a lot of them."

As he's holding on to the cabinet, Asar-Suti tries another magical tradition; he says 'Accio spirit-level', and one comes flying.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Whoa." Jack ducks, and the spirit-level goes whizzing by. Field-soldier's instincts and all that.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"There you are - spirit level. It wouldn't have hit you!"

But perhaps where Jack comes from, flying spirit-levels are potentially dangerous?

[slayer_fray]

"Isn't the top supposed to be flush?" Mel asks, helpfully.

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs.

"OK, it's your call, handyman."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"And?" He grins, still working. "I modified them a little."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert (who's been helping out in the staff quarters the whole time, really, shh) isn't paying much heed to the instructions either. This is possibly because his grasp of written English is still sketchy.

"Er...does this look right to you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack grins. He likes Cuthbert, who seems pretty normal from what he can tell (from watching the work Cuthbert's been doing the whole time, really, shh!) Of course, in Milliways, you can't really tell 'normal' from looking.

"Yeah, that looks..." Jacks squints at the boards, something is not fitting together right. "Here." He hands Cuthbert some sandpaper. "Sand down the side of that door there, until it fits together a-okay." He carries on working and mutters, cursing the ineptitude of Swedish furniture companies.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert's...actually pretty close to normal for, y'know, your average Milliways patron. His background includes the requisite amount of angst, but very little insanity, really.

"Ah, okay. Say thankya." He takes the sandpaper from Jack and goes back to work, which he's doing with the scholarly focus of a kid whose arts-and-crafts project has to come out just right, or everything will be ruined.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack smiles. Cuthbert's concentration reminds him of his son, Charlie, when he had a project to complete.