milliways_bar | Bulding Site II.

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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She laughs wryly at that. "I understand what you mean. I never expected to become friends with a guy who is a comic book superhero on my world..but it's happened. And I've also grown rather fond of Mikey the turtle as well. This place is wonderfully strange."

She tilts her head again. "Do you mind me asking where you come from?"

"You know Mike? I know his brother Raph, but I think I shall meet Mike when I gatecrash his party on Sunday," Asar-Suti declares brightly.

"And I come from a small High Fantasy world that is so old-fashioned that it doesn't even have a name for the whole world,a s people don't realise there could be another. I'm actually a god of magic, even though I might seem like some 'regular guy' just now; back home, I used to be the Dark God Of Awesome Powers whom the bad guys worshipped."

By now, Asar-Suti is used to telling people this.

And by now Sara isn't even batting an eye at learning she's speaking to a god.

"Wow! Wish I could claim something as interesting." She grins again. "I'll be at Mike's party--if I see you there, I'll introduce you to him. He's a trip."

"Is he now? I've recently been told I'm a kick, so we might get along, being that kind of things."

Asar-Suti grins; she seems to be used to the typical Milliways weirdness by now.

She laughs at that. "Well, he's a giant walking, talking turtle who took it upon himself to cheer me up on a bad day by bringing me some very nice hot cocoa. And he made me laugh. Can't go wrong with a combination like that."

"Oh, just so I know--can you do anything like shapeshift? A couple of people surprised me by that and I don't want to inadvertedly get angry at you or anything." She's still a little miffed at Yrael.

"Yes, I can shapeshift," Asar-Suti says, chaning into female shape, but still paint-bespattered.

"I know Yrael - but I don't sneak up on people cat-shaped, unless, erm, it's a complicate situation that merits it. Not just as a trick.."

Asar-Suti remembers listening to Bartleby and Lochiel talk, shortly before Christmas, while he was lapping milk in cat shape.

She looks suitably impressed. "Thanks for telling me. I do appreciate that."

"Being a penguin was fun as well, during the winter, for swimming under the ice of the lake," he adds, shifting to said bird-shape.

Oh dear, Asar-Suti's found somebody he can show off to.

Now Sara is laughing again. "I wish I could do things like that. I'm afraid finding blood spatter and fibers are the extent of my talents."

Asar-Suti changes shape again and is now a white-and-grey tiger cat with rather purple eyes.

"What would you find blood splatter and fibers for?" his voice asks from the vicinity of the cat.

"Um...well, I work as a criminalist. I investigate crime scenes. Fibers, blood, and other physical evidence helps us determine who committed a crime and can let us apprehend that person."

Sara's resisting the eyes. She will not rub the cat's ears. Honestly.

It is a very cute cat, though.-

"Oh, you are one of the people who Fight Crime? That seems to be a very popular profession among the people who come here, too. Apart from the heroes and heroines with swords, the magicians, and the supernatural beings."

"It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it." She shrugs. Still resisting though...oh well, one stroke won't hurt.

The cats likes being touched by human hands; at least it's not stealing its cuddles, like some.

"I hear it is higly respected, and those that Fight Criime are some sort of heroes, on Earth?" the voice from the vicinity of the cat continues.

She smiles at that. "Sometimes we're seen as heroes. And sometimes we get blamed if the perp doesn't get convicted. It isn't a perfect system by any means. But...I love my work."

The cat steps away fro the petting hand, and the former Asar-Suti is back.

Showing off car-shape in this confined space is probably not a good idea. Nor owning up to doing specific shapes of specific people...

"Loving your work is very important; if you know it's worthwhile, it's not dreary work," he says, remembering how Gil was homesick for his kitchen when they were in New Orleans.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to continue to do it," Sara replies soberly. "I see people on the worst days of their lives, and it is my job to help them make sense of it, or at least give them closure. But it is difficult seeing the devastation day after day..."

She trails off, remembering the despair on the faces of that one girl's parents. 15, gunned down in front of her home, for daring to go and report her rape. Such waste...

"You must see the worst in people, or people at their worst," Asar-Suti says. "And you must see things that other people wouldn't even look at on pictures, every day in your life."

He can empathise with being horrified by the horrors of reality.

She smiles wryly. "I never claimed to follow the conventional paths. But...well, I know we do make a difference. And we do bring those people either to justice, or a sense of peace. It is worth it, despite the nightmares and days without sleep."

"And now you're here to take a break from that?" Asar-Suti asks. "WHo knows, it might prevent you from burning out."

Sara really has a terribly tough job, he things, with admiration.

She smiles. "Apparently so. I first came here by walking into a supply closet. I had been intending on restocking my field kit." She shrugs a bit. "The place has grown on me. And I'm not expected to do more than have a drink and good conversation. It's very nice."

"And now you actually help paiting finish on doorframes, too," Asar-Suti says.

He nods at Sara again. "It was great to meet you - on the building site, I have met lots of people I would never have spoken to otherwise."

Then, somebody calls for more hinges, and Asar-Suti hurries over to see what kind of hinges they really need.

[[OOC: and the mun must sleep because it's three at night for her - thanks for the RP!]]

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