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riverviewlogs2017-06-13 09:05 pm
suckstobestrange) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-13 09:05 pm
OPEN
who: Stephen Strange and you!
what: Home repairs
when: June 13
where: The Sanctum Sanctorum! Or… what’s left of it anyways!
warnings: Stephen being an idiot.
The Library
[He was… glad to see the Sanctum, to be sure. Even if it was damaged. But he still held his breath almost instinctively as he went inside, to take stock of the damage that wasn’t visible on the outside. He knew the Empirikul gotten in, but it was a question of what they’d managed to do. Which was a hell of a lot from the looks of things. Debris had been cleared out sure, but even still the evidence of destruction was everywhere. Streaks of black from the energy of their weapons, cracked drywall and doors missing altogether where they had to brute force their way past enchanted locks. Dark wide swaths of char and ash in the living room where they’d literally burned the forest to nothing.
Anyone that came in and went beyond the barren front room would find him still there, frowning out the window, one arm braced against the wall. Behind him, Wong paced with small huffs and grumbles, as if the pup was uncertain what to do with his person in such a mood.]
Repairs
[Stephen Strange was not a carpenter. And he never counted building as one of his hobbies. But the state of the Sanctum had him pissed off enough that he didn’t want to just leave it like that. Even if all he could do was just work on sealing the place up again before he took proper stock of the damage, it was something.
Anyone coming by would find the sorcerer up on the roof, nailing down a tarp over the hole that once had been a window. Or trying to anyways. If anyone followed him up the ladder they’d hear the way he was cursing under his breath the entire time he was fighting against too-shaky hands to actually hit the damn nails.
Fuck but this was a pain in the ass.]
Wildcard
[Let me know if there’s another prompt you’d like and I’ll make it happen!]
what: Home repairs
when: June 13
where: The Sanctum Sanctorum! Or… what’s left of it anyways!
warnings: Stephen being an idiot.
The Library
[He was… glad to see the Sanctum, to be sure. Even if it was damaged. But he still held his breath almost instinctively as he went inside, to take stock of the damage that wasn’t visible on the outside. He knew the Empirikul gotten in, but it was a question of what they’d managed to do. Which was a hell of a lot from the looks of things. Debris had been cleared out sure, but even still the evidence of destruction was everywhere. Streaks of black from the energy of their weapons, cracked drywall and doors missing altogether where they had to brute force their way past enchanted locks. Dark wide swaths of char and ash in the living room where they’d literally burned the forest to nothing.
Anyone that came in and went beyond the barren front room would find him still there, frowning out the window, one arm braced against the wall. Behind him, Wong paced with small huffs and grumbles, as if the pup was uncertain what to do with his person in such a mood.]
Repairs
[Stephen Strange was not a carpenter. And he never counted building as one of his hobbies. But the state of the Sanctum had him pissed off enough that he didn’t want to just leave it like that. Even if all he could do was just work on sealing the place up again before he took proper stock of the damage, it was something.
Anyone coming by would find the sorcerer up on the roof, nailing down a tarp over the hole that once had been a window. Or trying to anyways. If anyone followed him up the ladder they’d hear the way he was cursing under his breath the entire time he was fighting against too-shaky hands to actually hit the damn nails.
Fuck but this was a pain in the ass.]
Wildcard
[Let me know if there’s another prompt you’d like and I’ll make it happen!]
repairs
hahaon the roof next to Stephen.]The fuck you think you're doing?
[After a moment, Jareth lands on the roof as well. Of course, Sam's too busy plucking the hammer out of Stephen's hand to pay much attention to his bird.]
You know, there are plenty of people willing to help you with this kind of thing. Including me. You don't have to sit up here and do it yourself.
no subject
[Don't mind the defensive fluster going along with this at how easily that hammer is snatched. Crossing his arms for the moment he scowls under his mustache, brows drawing.]
I'm well aware of that.
[But don't read anything into his stubborn avoidance of seeking out help, there's nothing behind that choice.
Also hello Jareth, did you know your human friend is a pain in the ass?]
no subject
[Sighing, Sam leans down and starts doing it himself. He can make a lot of guesses about why Stephen wants to do it, even some that don't involve him being a stubborn idiot. And he can respect that, but at the same time, it's not exactly like Stephen's getting anything done by himself.]