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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Padfoot walks through Milliways, hauling a cartload of two-by-four planking, plaster buckets, rolls of insulation, and various tools*

*After a moment, Sirius wanders out into the bar and scrawls the following on the chalkboard:*

Attn.

We are currently occupied with a small construction project. If you require services the bar is unable to provide by itself, Sirius can be located through the kitchen and out the back door.

If any of you are any good at carpentry charms, you're welcome to lend a hand for bar credit.

Sincerely,
Mgmt
(Sirius Black)

*Sirius re-enters the kitchen*

*Industrious crashing noises and occasional curses may be heard faintly in the distance*

Comments

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Sirius, what are you --

Oh, dear, is that safe?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Nope! *cheerful* If it was safe it wouldn't be *grunts as he thumps a strut into place* real carpentry...

Can you pass me the nine-sixteenths spanner?

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*wanders in to lend a hand and carve pretty decorations on anything wooden*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Good morning, my lord Fool.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

Good morning, my Princess.

I seek to earn my own brandy so I need no longer trespass on your kindness, infinite though I know that it is.

*smiles winningly*

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*grins* G'morning. *tosses you a carving knife*

Don't carve the struts, we'll only cover them up again, but if you'd like to do something on the doorway lintel it'll get you a month's free drinks.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*grins, and sets to work on carving a debauched revel of angels, demons, humans and gods, which nobody easily shocked should examine too closely*

[mnt_raph]

Ugh, my freakin' head.
*rubs newly formed bruise as he climbs out from under the table*
What's all the banging? And what the hell is a carpentry charm?

YO! Sirius! Does knowing how to use a hammer count as a carpentry charm?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*pauses; releases screwdriver, which continues to run in his absence, and turns around*

Well, that depends. Do you know how to use it to purpose, or are you more the hold-the-nail-and-pound type?

You can mix plaster if you want. Or there's drywalling...

[mnt_raph]

Little from column A, little from column B.
*smirk*

*sees remark is getting no response*
Tough crowd. I'll do the drywalling.

*wanders away muttering something about having rebuilt a Chinese resturant in a week*

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"I know the bar wasn't in this state when I went to sleep," Peter mutters as he wanders in from his room. "What in the name of Merlin's beard caused this?"

The chalkboard catches his eye.

Carpentry charms. Well, he does know a few, thanks to some of James' parties at Hogwarts and some more recent parties-turned-riot by some of the more elite Death Eaters. Can't ask purebloods to clean up after themselves, oh no. Of course not.

On the other hand, asking to help means talking to Sirius. And he's afraid of Sirius. To be specific, he's afraid of Padfoot, who just might bite his head off. Literally. And with good reason.

But he promised Raph and Dora--no, she's Tonks now--that he'd try to change. To help.

Nothing for it, then.

He squares his shoulders and calls out, hoping that Sirius will hear, and praying to any deity that might be listening that his former friend won't kill him.

"Er--I do know a few carpentry charms. May I help?"

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*glances down*

I think you've spent enough time helping, Pettigrew. Last time you helped me, you helped me right into Azka --

*glances back at roofing beams*

Ask the turtle if he needs your help drywalling. It's extremely unlikely you're going to kill anyone drywalling.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter speaks in a low, carrying voice.

"That wasn't intentional, Sirius. I wouldn't wish Azkaban on anyone. I just wanted the Ministry to detain you with pestersome questions for a hour or so while I got away. I didn't know Barty Crouch would bang you up in Azkaban without a trial! I didn't even know you were IN Azkaban till you broke out."

Without waiting for a response, he heads off to ask Raph if he can help with the drywalling.

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Do you need any more help? I'd be glad to lend my hands.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sure -- you can hang insulation, if you like, or plaster the insides where it's already been hung -- at this rate we'll have the thing done by evening...

*flicks wand at insulation in the next room, which begins hanging itself*

[itsajar.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm certainly good at re-arranging things, and I'm sure my choir...errr.. my Lost Boys would be glad to help.... as long as you might be able to part with a pile of Peanut Butter Sandwiches...

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. Send them to Gil when they're done, I'm sure he'd be happy to make them some sandwiches. You reckon they'd be okay building bedframes? The extra rooms won't do us much good if we haven't got anything to sleep in 'em with...

[ms-nitt.livejournal.com]

(wanders downstairs, having skipped lunch to work out a hiphop number, and is now hungry)

(reads notice on blackboard)

What are you building?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*rearranges bolts clenched in mouth*

Moo mousing --

*spits them out*

New housing. Gil and I and the waitstaff, strictly business. Should, when it's done, expand to fit however many staff we have, I'll do the charms before we paint it. You're welcome to a room here, or you can keep the one you've got upstairs.

[glorious-figure.livejournal.com]

*steps into the bar cautiously, looks around, and approaches the noises of carpentry*

Er... hello?

I don't think I can build walls. I could paint, though, probably. If there's need for it.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Sirius glances down*

Got to put a charm on first, and we're not quite done with the ceiling yet. If you wanted to start mixing the paint though....*waves a hand at a small wagon full of paint cans* Use the screwdriver to get the lid off, and just pick up a stick and stir it a bit...

[lost-as-a-toad.livejournal.com]

*walks into Milliways, reads the sign after looking around for people, and follows the noise into the back*

Um...I can't say I'm particularly good at the few carpentry charms that I know, but I'll help however I can, if you still need some.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*glances down*

Aren't you a bit young to be wandering around bars, kid?

Do you know what a screwdriver is and can you stir paint?

*pauses*

You do look familiar, a bit...

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*watches proceedings, amused*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh, my.

I'll just... watch from over here, shall I?

*steps carefully over stacked timber*