i_speak_softly | Sixteenth Theory [Mass Action]

[Now that deadly trees have stopped falling from the sky...]

[Donatello has clearly been at the site for hours already. With the help of his brother Raphael, he has marked lines in the dirt where each structure should go, and set up a table in the middle of the area. On the table are blueprints for each of the structures, held down with rocks. The one for the seesaw array has a note on the corner: Crew Chief - Sunny.

Along with the blueprints is a torn-out sheet of journal paper, bearing the following instructions:] Please choose a crew and help in whatever way you can.

The project manager is DONATELLO. [Beside this is a not-very-good drawing of a mutant turtle, with an exaggerated purple stripe across his face.]

The chief of materials is SOKKA. [Beside this, an even-worse drawing of a human ... boy? ((Feel free to use the lousiness of this drawing as an excuse for hilarious cases of mistaken identity.))]

For those who would rather not be involved in the construction itself, there are also the following jobs:

Equipment Mover. You may have noticed that our tools and materials are not on-site yet. We will need a crew of people to move them from the smithy. *Not everything is heavy! Please volunteer to carry at least one thing!

Refreshment Runner. We will need a few people to periodically go to the shops, bring back food and beverages, and serve them to the other volunteers. *Great job for kids!

Blueprint Checker. For each structure, there should be a designated person to look very carefully at the blueprints, and make sure that the structure matches them at every stage of construction. *Good for the older and wiser among us!

First Aid Provider. Construction work inevitably leads to injuries. If you are knowledgeable about first aid, please keep an eye out for anyone who needs assistance.

((Free-for-all log! Comment-spam okay; thread-hopping at the discretion of the muns. Donatello may barge into your thread to check your progress, and I'll try to have him respond in a timely manner if your character is flagging him down. Have fun~!))

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Couldn't help but notice you haven't been around lately. [And thus Sokka had to finish most of this equipment on his own.]

[Raph shifts his posture, looking as intimidating as possible.]

Wow, you are smart.

[Gruffly clears throat.] Something happen?

[Oh Smoker, that's right. You're here. Sokka is not impressed with Raph trying to be intimidating. Even if it does work.]

Nope. Absolutely nothing at all. For over a week now.

Well ain't you passive-aggressive. Piss off, Sokka.

Edited 2010-05-19 00:47 (UTC)

[Pinches the bridge between his eyes and mutters something about teenagers.]

Well, he's here now.

[Okay, now Sokka is just annoyed. Time to be intimidating in turn. Sorry Smoker.]

I'd be glad to take out the passive, if that's what you want.

[Raph grins his amusement.]

Is that a threat?

Yeah, that'll get the job done faster. [Enjoy your heavy sarcasm.]

That seems to be the only thing you know. [He's noooot actually sure he wants to make it a threat just yet. Or even a challenge.]

Really now? [He takes an imposing step forward.] Wanna try it?

[Isn't going to bother breaking up the fight because well... he tends to start them more than end.]

[You suck, Smoker. Sokka doesn't back down, but after a moment, he changes his mind.]

It wouldn't be worth my time. Either start showing up at the smithy or don't bother coming anymore.

[And at this point, Raph just wants to fight something.]

Yeah, whatever boss. What're you gonna do? Fire me?

Raph. Cool it. I'm sure he was just worried. [Hates trying to be the adult, and it shows.]

[Worried. Naaaah. Sokka doesn't worry ever.]

I'm not firing you. But it sounds like you want to quit. So if you want to, that's fine. I've got work to do, though.

Whatever. [And that's all he's gonna say. He knows if he keeps this up he'll get the fight that he wants, and even if he aches for it, he knows it's the last thing he needs. So he takes off in another direction, still blatantly angry over god-knows-what.]