TIME TO CLEAN UP AFTER CRAZY PEOPLE [OPEN]

[scarabsuited]

WHO: Jaime and RESPONSIBLE CITYZENS OF ALL SORTS
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: 8/12-8/15, all times of day before arounnnd 11pm
WARNINGS: Sweaty people? OR ILLIDAN, IF YOU STRAY TO THE WRONG PARTS OF THE PARK...
SUMMARY: Volunteer clean-up help at Central Park speeds up recovery time and the logical chance to use the park for future needs
FORMAT: No (whatever your heart desires)



Well, it was a doosie, that's for sure. But then, the City was getting pretty used to that. That didn't make it any easier on the environment, though, and even ample helping hands were going to have their work cut out for them. When the all-clear had been given, they were out in force. Central Park was important - a prominent feature locals and foreigners alike knew and came to enjoy. Or...take up residence...Jaime still thought it was weird, that magic dude and his hoard of nerds. But some things were well out of his hands.

What was in his hands, though -- er, claws, at the time, in his suit -- was a large chunk of a downed tree. The walk paths needed clearing; the sooner that happened, the fewer treads from golf carts and small-time construction equipment would leave on the green, and the sooner the park started looking more like itself again. It was going to be at least three days of hard work, and Jaime was committed to at least two of them...Keeping busy kept him from thinking too hard, and there was a lot to think about.

Besides, it was nice to work one-on-one with the citizens now that people stopped calling him the Blue Guy. It only took, what? Two-and-a-half years to get them to break the habit?

Could be worse.

In any case...Heigh-ho, heigh-ho.


[date/timestamps are your friends! tag around to everyone! THE JOYS OF HARD WORK AND A COMMON GOAL...]

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[scarabsuited]

[it's a big place, too. easy for people to not bump into each other. but even so. Scarab knows he showed up, and so does Jaime.

and, feeling like a jerk, he steers clear for a little bit. it's still hard to cope with the fact that it is and isn't the same guy, Ted. he's still him, but. not the him that had gone through so much with Jaime. the confidant, best friend, brother-from-another-mother, etc., etc.

and that makes him worry. if that's how it was with Ted, then with Abby the way she is, was that...?

oh wow no. this is exactly the thinking he's trying to avoid with all this heavy labor. so it's back to work, doubletime, and eventually, without thinking, they're on the same task, stacking tree fodder for the machinery to chew up and haul out.]

Oh-- [grunt, dropping the branches as he hovers above it.] Hey, Ted! I didn't know you were here, too. [lies lies lies...]

[son_of_vell]

[Glancing up when he notices someone hovering around, Teddy smiles a bit wider when he sees Jaime. Dropping one of the trees he's carrying into the pile, the shapeshifter turns to face the hovering hero.]

Must be my natural camouflage. [He gestures at the green skin.]

How are things going, Jaime?

[scarabsuited]

[ha.

he shrugs, coming to land.] Well...aside from the massive fixerupper we're standing in? Not bad, I'd think.

[son_of_vell]

[Teddy takes a look around the park, a sad smile on his face for a moment. He's never liked to see the damage after a battle and it's worse in a place like Central Park. Shaking it off, the big green hero turns his attention back to Jaime.]

Too bad there's no one with plant control powers around to help out, right? I think Billy will be by later though. He's doing a magic thing right now.

Were you part of the group fighting here in the park?

[scarabsuited]

[Jaime nods a little. he didn't have to admit it aloud, but magic would make the day move faster, clean-up-wise. if it didn't go haywire first.

magic...]

Uh, nah. No, I wasn't on that. There was stuff going down near my house I had to take care of while that happened. [he flexes his fingers and lets them extended to needlepoint for the next job.] I did see a cop helicopter get punched by a fist made of crows, though. Down by City Hall.

[son_of_vell]

Defending the homefront is a good reason to miss the big battle in the park. Same reason I wasn't here. [He blinks a few times at the sudden needlepoint fingers then smiles.] You've got some impressive powers.

[A pause.] Did you just say a fist...made of crows?

[scarabsuited]

[at the bit of praise, Jaime grins and clinks his fingers together and waggles them in a i'll-get-you-my-pretties kind of way, letting his arms drop at the remark, nodding.]

Yeah. Yeah. Like...there were birds? [raising one arm to gesture.] And then they were a fist-- [his fingers clink and kind of end that attempt at making a fist.] And it beamed the copter and nearly sent it spinning out of control. It was...

...Well. It was crows punching a helicopter, so, there you go.

[son_of_vell]

[Teddy chuckles at the waggling. For a moment he's tempted to shapeshift into the Cowardly Lion but he lets that go due to not wanting to scare any of the workers.]

How...how did birds become a fist? [He can't seem to get the image to form in his mind.] And you caught the copter? [He's just guessing here.]

Why would someone even use birds to punch something. They're fragile...

[scarabsuited]

You're asking me questions like any of it made sense. C'mon. [his shrug is exaggerated, and all the while his wings bubble back into existence.] You can't do that here, you and your logic-wanting. All you need to do is accept the fact that a fist full of crows punched a helicopter. Because that is absolutely what happened.

And, yes, for the record. I did catch it, but it was already righting itself anyway. But you never know about those things, so...y'know. Staying off any freaky crow-fist side-effects.

[son_of_vell]

[Teddy smiles, watching the wings bubble up. For a moment he wonders if that's how it looks when he makes his wings appear but he brushes those thoughts aside.] So we're going with the don't try to make sense of it, it just happened anyway approach?

Good thing you did catch it. I can't imagine a bird strike would be good for a helicopter let alone one in the shape of a giant fist.

[scarabsuited]

[he just nods. now he gets it...

heh. it's easy to forget what he was being a dodgy jerk about earlier...]

About as good as a bird strike is on anything, I guess. Not that I wanna test that on anything anytime soon. [he hops up into the air, a low hover at first, gesturing.]

I'm heading this way. Still some heavy stuff to lift into the trucks. Coming?

[son_of_vell]

Speaking as someone that's crashed into birds, they're not as damaging to us organics. [Teddy watches the hop then nods. A little concentration and he's got a pair of wings shifting into being through concealed slits in the back of his costume.]

Lead the way. I'm happy to carry some heavy things.

[scarabsuited]

[Jaime nods, going into casual cruise speed and heading northeast to another section of the park.

as they go:] So--wait. You mean to say you've smacked into birds while you're flying around?

[son_of_vell]

[Teddy follows along after a quick hop into the air. Nodding, he offers a slightly embarrassed smile.]

I have. Whole bunch of pigeons. Smacked clear into them. Poor things never knew what hit them and neither did I until they passed.

[scarabsuited]

Uh-- ow? For everyone involved?

[son_of_vell]

More ow for the birds than for me.

[Teddy shook his head.] Still feel a little bad about it even if it was just an accident.