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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[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.