I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Flora’s snicker slips out before she can properly dress it up as anything dignified, bright and adoring as she tips her chin toward Dantalion, curls swaying in her ponytail as her aqua eyes shine with mischief. "Oh, you think? Perfect, then. Everyone pack it up, go home, crisis solved, apparently I’ve just been overcomplicating this whole bar thing by wanting walls and a roof." The look she shoots him after that is all wry glitter and very deliberate awareness, because Flora is many things, but immune to innuendo has never once made the list, and if the Hanged Man is going to be reborn today, it might as well start with terrible jokes.
Glancing toward Kiada, Flora offers a quick, warm nod. "Hey," she says, simple but genuine, because there’s something about having people actually show up for the ugly first steps of something that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy.
Taking a breath, Flora turns back toward the gathered supplies with the clipboard already in hand, her expression shifting into the kind of bright, bossy focus that fits her too well to be accidental. "Okaaaaay, so to start, let’s make sure everything’s here before anyone starts heroically hammering the wrong things into the wrong places." She glances at Dantalion, brows lifting as her smile curves with shameless precision. "Danta, I’ll let you check on the wood."
Her attention slides next to Kiada, and Flora gestures toward the grouped boxes and sacks with a tilt of the clipboard. "Kiada, can you check the supplies of fastenings? Nails, brackets, hinges, that sort of thing." Then, turning back toward Kaisel, she gives the clipboard a tiny shake before handing it over to him, her fingers brushing the edge of the paper as she nods toward the several furniture crates waiting beneath a canvas cover. "And you and I get the furniture crates."
As she heads that way with Kaisel, Flora keeps one hand free to tug her ponytail higher off the back of her neck, already feeling the damp warmth of Torchline gathering beneath her sweater despite the bite of Deepfrost. The site is all promise and splinters, smoke and salt air, a skeleton with better bones waiting to become something loud and alive again, and though she’d sooner step barefoot on a nail than say it out loud, having them all here makes the first ugly pieces of rebuilding feel less like standing in the ashes and more like stealing something back.
Meanwhile, Danta will find all of the wood accounted for, though some of the boards look warped enough to be a problem if they’re meant for anything precise or load-bearing; Kiada will find that one entire box of fastenings is missing.
No posting order.
Kai/Flora to check furniture
Danta to check on the wood
Kiada to check on the fastenings!
will find that one entire box of fastenings is missing.
Glancing toward Kiada, Flora offers a quick, warm nod. "Hey," she says, simple but genuine, because there’s something about having people actually show up for the ugly first steps of something that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy.
Taking a breath, Flora turns back toward the gathered supplies with the clipboard already in hand, her expression shifting into the kind of bright, bossy focus that fits her too well to be accidental. "Okaaaaay, so to start, let’s make sure everything’s here before anyone starts heroically hammering the wrong things into the wrong places." She glances at Dantalion, brows lifting as her smile curves with shameless precision. "Danta, I’ll let you check on the wood."
Her attention slides next to Kiada, and Flora gestures toward the grouped boxes and sacks with a tilt of the clipboard. "Kiada, can you check the supplies of fastenings? Nails, brackets, hinges, that sort of thing." Then, turning back toward Kaisel, she gives the clipboard a tiny shake before handing it over to him, her fingers brushing the edge of the paper as she nods toward the several furniture crates waiting beneath a canvas cover. "And you and I get the furniture crates."
As she heads that way with Kaisel, Flora keeps one hand free to tug her ponytail higher off the back of her neck, already feeling the damp warmth of Torchline gathering beneath her sweater despite the bite of Deepfrost. The site is all promise and splinters, smoke and salt air, a skeleton with better bones waiting to become something loud and alive again, and though she’d sooner step barefoot on a nail than say it out loud, having them all here makes the first ugly pieces of rebuilding feel less like standing in the ashes and more like stealing something back.
Meanwhile, Danta will find all of the wood accounted for, though some of the boards look warped enough to be a problem if they’re meant for anything precise or load-bearing; Kiada will find that one entire box of fastenings is missing.
No posting order.
Kai/Flora to check furniture
Danta to check on the wood
Kiada to check on the fastenings!
will find that one entire box of fastenings is missing.
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
