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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[not_that_spike]

The ice water tastes great. One of life's little pleasures. "Yeah, in my world, Mars was colonized and most people moved there after a big chunk of Earth was wiped out. See, there's this technology: space travel through a series of gates between planets or whatever that allow for hyper-speed travel, but the one between Earth and its moon exploded. So most people moved to Mars Colony at first, then established colonies on other planets. From Venus to Neptune, planets and moons, asteroids. Whatever's inhabitable."

He sets the water down, then stands again. "Back to it, huh. Looks like we might even get it done. Want to hand me that box of nails over there?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti hands Spike the box of nails, and shrugs. "Pretty explosive sort of Earth, I must say - I hope that's not going to be the Earth that many of my friends live on, and I don't llike the thought of them suffering through great catastrophe when they grow old."

[not_that_spike]

"Hey, Mars isn't that bad. I was born there and they say it's a great place if you've got a lot of money. Personally... I don't." He pops a few of the nails in his mouth and starts nailing down more floorboard. "S' frs I cn tll..." Spike spits out the nails. "So far as I can tell, only a couple people here are from my reality, and they all survived Earth."

Just like Ed. Faye -- well, her story's different. And no one's business.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that is good - I can understand you like your home planet, but certainly many people didn't survive the catastrophes on Earth? I'd hate the thought that PeeJee or Richard or Nick might be among those."

Asar-Suti watches Spike nailing the floorboards and adds, "Hey, those aren't enemies - just let the nails find their own natural way through the wood."

[not_that_spike]

He stops and lets the hammer fall to the floor, turning around very slowly.

"You do it. I'm taking a break."

His eyes are narrowed. Nobody tells him how to do his job.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Somebody else will take over; this is entirely voluntary," Asar-Suti shrugs.

If the young fellow is that easily offended, too bad for him.

[not_that_spike]

"Look." Spike shrugs. "I've done 4 rooms already and none of the wood or nails have complained. I just don't need anyone to tell me how to do my job, that's all. I volunteered for this just like everyone else. No big deal, right? I'll be back to finish up in a bit."

Besides, if the nails could find their own way through the wood, they wouldn't need a hammer.

Or him.

"Didn't catch your name."