Extreme Makeover: Keeliai Edition - March Log

[wrathfulkhan]

Characters: Everyone who's interested in pitching in!
Date: Throughout March, until the 21st
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky and surrounding environs
Situation: Let's tear this bitch down.
Warnings/Rating: Drug addiction/withdrawal references in the Dust threads, most likely

The demolition is now in full swing and will last until late March, largely run by Zanru and the Metalworkers (as part of the deal), though individual Foreigners can be hired to help (and the help would likely be appreciated, as the Foreigners are going to get some of this too). Hired Foreigners will report to Xuiyu, as Zanru herself is too busy to be on-site. Gene can be found helping with the destruction, in his armor more often than not, over the course of the demolition project, and answering questions and taking suggestions from Foreigners and kedan about what to do with the newly freed land.

However, from the 4th to the 11th, there is Dust contamination, which is sickening some of the workers - Foreigner and kedan alike. It's not too much of a hindrance, and the demolition seems to be on track to finish on-schedule, by March 21st.

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OOC Note: If you need a big-name NPC, please contact the mods directly! Kedan workers can be NPCed by anyone. If you want Gene specifically, please make a note in the subject line and I will throw him at you! (Also, I apologize for not getting to last month's starters; February got away from me. Please feel free to reuse them!)

Comments

[theideaguy]

"Austria? Never–never heard of it." Sokka presses a palm into his forehead in order to try to help him focus a little more. "I'm from the Water Tribe. Sokka. Working for the Metal...workers here... at the moment." He pauses for a moment before clarifying. "Well... not until the... Dust goes away."

[valevectorian]

He was out of it enough, and easily distractable enough, that he didn't comment on the guy's mistake over Austria and Australia. He had that headache to deal with, and the inflation of his natural irritability.

"People still live in tribes? What? No wonder you use a boomerang." With a scoff he glared in the general direction of the entrance to the makeshift hospital. "There'll always be dust. Lookit where we are." In his mind, the word 'Dust' was just the normal dust one expected to come across in places were dust was wont to be. The drug known by the same name was something he, as a newer Foreigner, had no knowledge of.

[theideaguy]

"Hey... it's a noble weapon!" Sokka says, raising his voice momentarily. But after that, he pinches quiet for a bit as he winces. It was way too loud in his ears, and now his head hurt worse. "And besides, 'swhat we call ourselves. We've got cities, y'know." Actually, Accelerator probably didn't know, but Sokka really wasn't exactly striving for accuracy at this point.

"Not that type o'dust," Sokka clarifies, actually having a brief moment of clarity to point out the misunderstanding. "Well, there'll certainly be Dust for the next week at least. At least it'll get better... so we can go back to work."

[valevectorian]

"Noble weapon my ass. Most people can't use them well anyway." Unless powered by psychic or magical powers, Accelerator could only envision a small number of people being proficient enough to use the right forms and whatnot, particularly if this were the returning kind. Maybe this guy's wasn't, if he was from some tribe. He did know some were used for hunting.

He blinked groggily a few times, trying to process what Sokka had said about the dust, but accredited it to either the effects of whatever the contaminant was, or this guy just being an idiot. He was used to idiots, unfortunately. (He was also naturally inclined to call most people idiots for minor things that didn't reflect wholly on them.) "It sure better. Otherwise it's a waste of time. They even going to pay us for this friggin' downtime?" Gripe gripe gripe. When in doubt, complain.

[theideaguy]

"Hey now," Sokka says somwhat groggily. This time he will raise his head up to look... at some space somewhere in the vicinity of where Accelerator actually is. God the world is spinning so much. "Wherever you are, Boomerang 's saved my friends more times than you could count." Okay, that's an exaggeration. Actually, given their mental state, it might be true. "It even blew up Sparky Sparky Boom Man." Yeah, in his state, he forgot the more proper name for him, but really, it's all the funnier... and less realistic.

"Hey, they'd better. I gots sick leave with the company..." Sokka says before finally laying his head back down unceremoniously on the couch. "Umpf. 'Sides, not like we could 've known it was there. Stupid Palace. Whose stupid idea was this anyway?"

Oh right. It was at least a third Sokka's. Whoops. Well, maybe not the demolition part. But he certainly had a voting stake on that one.

[valevectorian]

The mention of 'Sparky Sparky Boom Man' had Accelerator snorting in a derisive brush-off. He couldn't help but imagine electricity espers being described by a little kid. Well, electricity espers who used their powers for things like bombing, perhaps.

Then there was the mention of sick leave. He blearily narrowed his eyes and let out a low groan of annoyance. "Sick leave? Lucky you. Some of us here are just temp workers for this project. And wasn't this your idea, Mr. Demolition Planner Boomerang Idiot? Some of it, least?" Yeah, somehow that all made sense to string together into a title. Somehow it was also the first thing he came up with to call him rather than the guy's name, despite the guy's name being a mere two syllables. Sometimes you just didn't argue a guy's logic when he was under the influence of mind-altering substances.

[theideaguy]

"Hey," Sokka says, propping himself up now despite whatever nausea he's going to earn for that, "blowing up the Palace wasn't my idea. I'm just... management... supervising it. I just thought we should have... a proper space for us..." Not like that is any real way to pull the blame arrow off of him and redirect it to someone else. "Twas the Woodsmen guys who suggested it. 'Sides, sounded... sounded good at the time."

And in fairness, he remembered it sounded good at the time. Why wouldn't it have sounded good at the time?

[valevectorian]

"Sounded good at the time." With a groan, Accelerator shifted onto his side, elbow helping to prop himself up. "Everyone always says that." He let out an unintelligible murmur, followed with a sigh. Damn, his head ached. "I'm surprised they'd let Foreigners have 'proper space' in the first place, though. How the hell... nggh... how'd you convince them?"

This was a valid question. One would think the land would go to the natives first. He didn't know too much about the kedan thus far, but they certainly didn't seem willing to do a whole lot for them without a good reason.

[theideaguy]

Oh man, this is like a history test... except the history is very recent history... and he went into the test with the worst hangover ever.

"Wasn't me who... convinced anyone," Sokka says, though that's not entirely accurate. "Gene was the guy... to go... do all that. All the gangs seemed... more than happy to get rid of it. Well, except the Sssssnakes." Sokka then plops back down on his pillow, just seeing stars and being all dizzy. "Those guys really don't like us, I don't think. Not really a fan of tearin' down the palace."

He pauses for a second before chiming in. "But we convinced 'em by saying we'd give part of the cleared land to the kedan. So we're getting, maybe... half of it or somethin'?"

[valevectorian]

"Gene?" he muttered, taking a moment to think. "Ah. That guy." The annoyance who had pestered him a few days earlier. Sokka may not be able to tell from this distance, but Accelerator pulled one hell of a face as he affirmed that aloud.

"What an accomplishment, I guess." It was hard to tell whether he was being serious or sarcastic.

[theideaguy]

If it was hard to tell if it was serious or sarcastic, well, it would be doubly hard given the practical drunken state that Sokka was in. In the end, Sokka pretty much decides not to care.

"Well, iz... good for us in the long run," Sokka says. "Hey, I'll take all the good news I can get!" Sokka holds a hand up, pointing to the sky, as if there's an actual point here. "I mean, the Hotel's good an' all, but I kinda want an apartment again."