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[magicalpadawan]

Characters: Molly Carpenter and YOU
Date: 5/15/14, but mostly a catch-all.
Location: Anywhere in the city, but mostly around the earth sector.
Situation: Molly is recovering, helping rebuild, and trying out some shielding spells. It never hurts to experiment, right?
Warnings/Rating: None as of yet!

A: [Molly may be more of a wizard than a carpenter's daughter, these days, but she still knows her way around a hammer and nails. (The lack of power tools tends to help a bit, too.) She can be found near various areas that were bombed and/or damaged in the attacks, helping rebuild. It makes her feel somewhat more useful than she had been during the attacks, most of which were spent huddled in a ball in her own rooms. Should you run into her, she will likely greet you with a cheerful smile and a handshake.]



B: [Today, Molly can be found near her own apartments, instead of working on the damaged ones. She is outside, just in case something might go wrong -- never can be too careful. In any case, there is a large circle drawn out in the dirt in front of her place, with a small pile of furniture in the center of it. Every so often, she is chucking a fireball or a convenient rock at the pile, from different directions and different angles. So far, the pile is untouched, so her shield seems to be working. She's just trying to figure out how she can make it bigger. And hopefully impenetrable by certain folks whose names begin with 'M'.]

Comments

A

[andaway]

[Superman isn't a carpenter, and the closest relation she has to them is helping his father fixing the barn when a hurricane or something hit their farm. However, as Superman he'd had to help rather often to rebuild- rebuild cities he'd more often than not destroyed himself in the middle of a battle, but now isn't the time to dwell on it. Point is, even though Superman's no expert he still isn't going to pass the chance to help out.

And it's in the while doing just that he sees her.]

Do you need help with that? [He offers, pointing at a particularly big piece of rubble.]

B

[sticksaround]

[ Well, you see something new every day. Not that Casey hasn't learned that much by now, really. Turtle islands, different universes, strategic bombings, creepy dream realms...

Weird's been a part of his life for a good while now, but living in this city has brought out a much more ready acceptance in him. So he just kind of steps up and crosses his arms while he observes this shielding practice. Or what may possibly be a girl who really wants to destroy some furniture, only it's particularly stubborn. ]

Pile 'a junk in the street, big circle around it. Lemme guess: modern art?

[magicalpadawan]

[Molly might be quietly admiring the view, slightly distracted, but she gives him a nod once that registers.]

Sure, that'd be great. [She heads over to grab one side of the rubble, smiling a little.]

Never thought I'd be fixing something with Superman.

[magicalpadawan]

Nah, I like to refer to it as 'practice'. [She grins over at Casey and offers a wave.]

I'm thinking maybe I can get it big enough to work on buildings.

[sticksaround]

Yeah? [ He takes a step closer, still leaving some space between himself and the party, as it were. Magic's not really his bag. He'd like not to accidentally screw something up. ] That'd probably be really useful in the long run, especially with the way things end up happenin' around here. If you picked the right building and got it up in time, anyway.

[magicalpadawan]

Yeah, but it also depends on how strong I'd have to be to get it up and make it stay. I might need some help. [With a gesture to her pile of stuff:] This is just small potatoes.

An entirely different option.

[trainwrecked]

[ Knock-knock, Molly. It's the evening of the fourteenth, and you've got a visitor. ]

[sticksaround]

I'll have to take your word for it. We're not huge on magic back home, so this is pretty big potatoes from where I'm standin'. [ He shrugs. ] Oh, uh- name's Casey, by the way.

[andaway]

Well, nowadays we all need to work on fixing things in this place. [He answers with a smile, easily reaching to move the rubble. It's been one of the hardest part of the construction job so far: taking care of the buildings that had exploded before building new ones.]

You have me at a disadvantage. I don't know your name.

[magicalpadawan]

Eh, shields are pretty easy for me. They're sort of my thing. [She offers a wave and a grin.]

I'm Molly.

[magicalpadawan]

That's true enough. Good thing I'm related to a carpenter.

[Oh. Right. Introductions are a thing, aren't they. Please excuse the slight blush, there.]

I'm Molly. Uh, sorry.

Because you're a rebel!

[magicalpadawan]

[Presumably an expected visitor, because she's opening the door with a smile.]

Hey, soldier.

[sticksaround]

Nice meetin' you, Molly. [ He doesn't get to make the social rounds quite as much as he used to. Kinda nice to be doing something semi-normal. ] More of a hockey guy, personally. But it's kinda losin' its real world application here on the turtle. It's good to know the guys in charge thought a little about qualifications otherwise.

[andaway]

Nice to meet you, Molly. [He says with a smile, holding a hand out for her to shake as he holds the rubble with the other.]

If you know anything about carpentry, even if it's through osmosis from your relative, it will be really useful right now.

[magicalpadawan]

...Well. I guess? I mean, I -- was kind of useless during the whole ...bombing situation, so maybe I'm not as qualified as you think I am.

[magicalpadawan]

[She shakes the offered hand, firmly and cheerfully.] Nice to meet you, too.

I know a little. I used to help my dad on the job sometimes, before I became the unofficial babysitter.

Yes, I am!

[trainwrecked]

[ He smiles back, tired, and definitely a little tense, but real all the same. ]

Molly. How're you doing?

[ As he steps in, his arm comes around her waist for a warm hug. He's glad to see her up and operational, now that the whole horror aspect of things has calmed down. ]

[andaway]

A little is enough in this place. [The handshake is firm, he can appreciate that.]

Is there any way I can help? I've mostly been moving rubble around.

[magicalpadawan]

Um. How good are you with a hammer and nails?

[magicalpadawan]

Better. [And she's nuzzling a bit close, pressing a kiss to his cheek.] How about you?

[sticksaround]

[ Well, whoops. ]

So now's also the part where I mention I'm not a great judge of qualification. Or, y'know. Pretty much anything.

[andaway]

I have used them before? [He says with a smile, hands on his hips.]

If that's what I needed I can easily do it.

[trainwrecked]

Mm.

[ The soft hum goes with a smile, even as he shoulders rise and drop a bit. ]

Busy. But at least things seem to be stabilizing a bit.

[ Beat. ]

... and I'm probably gonna start getting even busier, very soon. Like... probably-can't-find-me busy. Again.

[ Like the job he did before the explosions started. He warned her then. He's warning her now, again. ]

[magicalpadawan]

Hey, it's not your fault I get hit with the wackier side of magic stuff sometimes.

[magicalpadawan]

There's probably some spots that could use it, I think, but I'm not really in charge or anything.

[magicalpadawan]

[She pulls away to give him a careful look, frowning a little.]

Okay. Just gimme a date when you'll be back, and if I don't hear from you I'm gonna come looking.

[sticksaround]

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

I try not to end up makin' people get down on themselves, though. World's crazy enough without that, right?

[magicalpadawan]

Eh, it's not 'down', it's just true. Having the talents I do comes with a downside.

...But it is pretty crazy here, I'll give you that one.

[sticksaround]

I'll take it. [ He scuffs the heel of his shoe against the pavement, and then has a light bulb moment. ]

Hey, you been in town long? [ Can't find what you're looking for if you don't ask, and all. ]

[magicalpadawan]

Uh, a little over a year. Why?

[sticksaround]

Okay, would you say there's a best place to go for stuff like custom tools? I wanna try gettin' some stuff made when things settle back down, but I don't wanna put someone... outta their comfort zone, I guess. I'd feel bad makin' someone scramble, y'know?

[trainwrecked]

Hey.

[ His thumb rubs soothingly over her shirt. ]

Some of the people workin' on it with me think it'll be all right to come and go, so it might not be for all that time. But a few weeks, maybe.

[magicalpadawan]

Wellll. I dunno, there's not a lot of people you could find anymore that do that kind of thing. Maybe look into Stark's company, if it still exists?

[magicalpadawan]

I can deal with that. [She presses a soft kiss to his cheek, with a small smile.] As long as you're not going off to war or anything, huh?

[trainwrecked]

No.

[ He shakes his head, then tilts his chin ahead, asking if she'd like to go in and sit (or... well, something else), or go out or... something. ]

If all goes well, there shouldn't be actual fighting.

[ But when does it ever go well? ]

[magicalpadawan]

Then let's hope it goes well. [She nods, and takes a moment to tug him inside and settle down on a couch or some other sort of furniture.]

So. How're you, other than that?

[trainwrecked]

[ Couch works. He can snuggle her close, on the couch. ]

All right. Been busy, but - I think we're pullin' out of this one with less damage than there could've been.

[ Which, of course, means that there's another shoe to drop, but. ]

You like your stay at the 'head?

[magicalpadawan]

That's good to know.

[She nods, and moves to wrap her arms around him comfortably.] Yeah. It helped a lot, thanks for thinking of it.