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fandomtownies2024-07-09 08:30 am
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Midnight Manor Rooftop, Tuesday Morning
A while back, Marc had asked Cal to get some speakers set up for the outdoor areas of the manor, and Cal had agreed because it sounded easy.
It had, in fact, turned out to be harder than expected, but Cal was nothing if not stubbornly perseverant.
Between things he'd foraged from the junkyard and the magic of Amazon, Cal had put together four speakers, two for the roof and two for outside the first floor. (If the building grew more floors, well, he'd figure out what to do when the time came.) He had planned on getting things set up over the weekend but... nope, he wasn't going to dwell on what he'd spent his weekend doing instead, and was just going to focus on getting things finished now. Two of the speakers were working just fine and playing one of Cal’s playlists with BD-1's help. He was pretty sure the third speaker just needed some of the wires switched, but the last speaker was proving to be ornery.
“If you don't do what you're supposed to do, I'm going to take you completely apart, put the parts in a jar, shake them, and then put you back together again.”
Was threatening inanimate objects the best way to deal with his feelings? Probably not, but it was happening anyway.
[Open!]
It had, in fact, turned out to be harder than expected, but Cal was nothing if not stubbornly perseverant.
Between things he'd foraged from the junkyard and the magic of Amazon, Cal had put together four speakers, two for the roof and two for outside the first floor. (If the building grew more floors, well, he'd figure out what to do when the time came.) He had planned on getting things set up over the weekend but... nope, he wasn't going to dwell on what he'd spent his weekend doing instead, and was just going to focus on getting things finished now. Two of the speakers were working just fine and playing one of Cal’s playlists with BD-1's help. He was pretty sure the third speaker just needed some of the wires switched, but the last speaker was proving to be ornery.
“If you don't do what you're supposed to do, I'm going to take you completely apart, put the parts in a jar, shake them, and then put you back together again.”
Was threatening inanimate objects the best way to deal with his feelings? Probably not, but it was happening anyway.
[Open!]
Re: NFB from here to protect Cal from Lydia...
Re: NFB from here to protect Cal from Lydia...
Kamala smiled. “Actually? That was a quote from Sheik Abdullah the leader of our mosque. I’m pretty sure he figured out my secret identity by now but he’s kept it secret. And… look, I’ve been in your position before. Kind of. One of my friends got in trouble and was being hunted by the government for something that wasn’t even his fault. And when I needed help my friends stepped up. They didn’t have super powers or anything but they did what they could.”
Kamala tapped the top of the roof with her knuckles. “In this house alone you have people who can help you. I’m sure there are others on the island who care about you and will help you as well. You just need to let them. You’d be surprised what they will do for you.”