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 grins suddenly. "Afraid he is, actually. It's not all that bad once you get to know him."

[mnt_raph]

Heh, yeah I bet. It was like seein' Spock smile. Just wrong on many levels.

*He reaches his clean hand into one of the pockets on the leg of his cargo pants, and pulls out a picture. There are four anthropomorphic turtles and one anthropomorphic rat. They're sitting or standing around a couch. Handing the picture to Cuthbert.*

I showed him this. Wasn't sure if he was gonna shoot me or somethin'. I mean, I seen some of the things you guys fight, an' was thinkin' maybe somethin' that looked like us ate his dog or somethin'.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert glances at the picture. He didn't know there was a rat, too. "Um. Well. I don't suppose you'd know anything about the Guardians of the Beam?"

[mnt_raph]

Not unless it's Jim Beam, no.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Well, they're, um, sort of gods in our world. One of them's a giant turtle. Another's a giant rat. The, uh...the Turtle supposedly created the universe."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph blinks and lets this all sink in.*

I'm pretty sure that ain't us. Only thing we create is really big messes. Though, I wouldn't put it past Splinter to create a universe and not tell us.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

The wry smile is back. "Well, as I said, I had time to adjust to the idea of you before meeting any of you, but...if I hadn't I'd probably have been a bit shaken, too."

[mnt_raph]

Okay, point. Still, I told Mikey to keep his distance. Wasn't sure, an' you can never tell with some people. You know?

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert nods understandingly. "Roland's not always the best when it comes to reacting to surprises."

[mnt_raph]

Trust me, I know the type.

*He doesn't say he is type, mostly because it goes without saying.*

So even if he's got an itchy trigger finger, we should be okay, right?

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert smirks. "I think I've beaten the 'no violence' thing into my had long enough for it to be pretty well ingrained, yes." He's that type too, if to a lesser extent than Roland.

"Also, I've met Mike, and he seems alright."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph snerk*

Clearly you ain't lived with him. Though, from what Roland says, it's a lot like livin' with Eddie, if that helps.