change the locks, change the scene

[watashinonamaewa]

CHARACTERS: Cibo & you.
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters, Deck 8. Empty Revenue.
WARNINGS: Construction work. Bring your steel-toed boots.
SUMMARY: Preparing the Net-Terminal Cafe for operation. All skills are appreciated!

First you notice is that everything is a bit of a mess. Chairs that she's salvaged from other places are stacked as neatly as they can be on the far wall. Materials for building the counters and tables are standing tall just beside the chairs. She's managed to find several tools for Murphy to use for construction as well. All she's really been working on is stripping the walls of whatever previous decoration to expose the bare metal walls. On them she's painted in large Japanese 'the Net-Terminal Cafe'. On another wall 'out there, there is hope'.

For the first week or so, it seems that there is always something to work on. Whether it's putting together the tables from the spare parts, cleaning up the various collection of chairs she collected, or polishing up the new counters and utensils back in the kitchen. If it's later in the month, you'll see a more put-together establishment; More cleaning up of the construction debris and making sure all the machines work. She'll be testing out some basic drinks from time to time, letting her fellow helpers try them out for advice.

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[logicunlocked]

He walks in about halfway through the project to see things in a bit of disarray, though there's clearly some organization to the parts and pieces that are meant to go into decorating and outfitting the place. He hadn't realized she was going to start from scratch like this. He wanders a bit until he finds her, and smiles. "Hey. Looks like you could use some help around here."

[watashinonamaewa]

While it didn't seem to be entirely from scratch, whatever had been set up previously was definitely altered or demolished in some way or another. There are apparent spaces of where a counter or solid piece was attached to the ground and now appeared to be removed. Thin layers of dust settled over just about anything that hasn't been moved in the last few hours— Except Cibo has been well at work to make sure everything went where it needed to go before she took her seat in one of the metal chairs.

She's backwards, straddling the arms of the chair between her thighs, letting her arms stretch over the top rail to act as a resting place for her head. York's voice brings her from the place she's in though; Eyes opening wearily, her shoulders following slowly after. Maybe a small yawn before she realizes that she hadn't just imagined his voice. She recovers from the yawn with her own tired smile.

"Sorry! I didn't expect to actually fall asleep if I sat down..." With her legs stretching out, she pulls herself off of the chair to stand. In just that moment, her demeanor shifts instantly from exhaustion and seems completely coherent again. "There's plenty to do if you've come to help. I really appreciate it."

[logicunlocked]

It was no big thing to him, considering all the work that had been done to repair things after the pirate incursion. This was just more of the same, just with a purpose to it, beyond simply repairing things to repair them. He liked the idea of being involved in a project like this, something that would bring people together.

While she stretches herself awake, he stands by with a grin, his arms crossed as he leans against the nearest wall. "That's all right. Looks like you've been pretty busy on your own. You have anything specific you need me to do right now?"