Bulding Site II.

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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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[lvpd_sidle]

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

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

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.

[lvpd_sidle]

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."

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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.

[lvpd_sidle]

"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...

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"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.

[lvpd_sidle]

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."

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"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.

[lvpd_sidle]

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."

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"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!]]