Hotel Repairs - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
1/3/2020
Log
It was a clear-skied and sunny Sunday, appropriately enough, and after all the mayhem, chaos and discord of recent events, something less stressful and more constructive had been organized. Spearheaded by the K9 police force, funded both privately and publicly by various smaller benefactors, among which was a certain enigmatic felinoid dragon, it was a fine day to do some good work for the betterment of the city.
Clean up the dirty decrepit buildings! Renew them such they don't randomly collapse and hurt someone! It was an act of public safety, and who would care more for that than the enforcers of safety and order themselves, the brave dogs, cats, dragons, rodents or other various critters clad in deep blue. Upon arrival, those interested in aiding the repair efforts would find themselves standing before a five-story building, in poor condition and in desperate need of repair, leaned right against the Curvy Seconds gym no less.
Several construction workers were already on-side, carefully erecting support struts to reinforce the crumbling building, while others worked on the foundation, filling cracks in the ground, sealing weaknesses in the cement, and pulling rubble out of the interior. Among those doing heavy lifting and little more was Magnus, the feline garbed in little more than a pair of raggy slacks, his chest bare as he carries wheelbarrows of rubble out of the structure. Organizing it all seems to be someone else entirely, a beaver of all things! Short fella, male, wearing a bright yellow hard hat, leaned over a table with some blueprints scattered all over. Perhaps he was the one to report to...Though Lap was in little condition to be out in the field, her belly massively pregnant and rounded, so big she couldn't reasonably be expected to carry it without help, her boss, Sasha, was quite clear that she was expected to help with the day's endeavors. So she enlisted the help of one of her squadmates, a well built minotaur herm who was more than capable of carrying the inflated husky. Breasts sloshing, milk leaking, belly squirming, she was quite the sight to behold as she was escorted through the construction yard, Lap giving her subordinate directions as she was carried. Coming up to the vertically challenged man in the hard hat, she whistled, "Hey, is this where we're supposed to be meeting?"
"It feels like it's been a while since I came back to the city," Edel murmurs to herself as she makes her way onto the construction site. Still, as a lifelong resident of Fairhaven, and an adept builder besides, she felt some sense of societal obligation to show up and assist with reconstruction efforts. Not begrudging, though, she liked this sort of work. Arriving at the table, the tanuki woman leans forward and pushes up her glasses as she looks over the document array. "What's the plan?"
Isabelle thought that her unique attributes could come in handy since she is over 30' tall and can carry many tons without breaking a sweat. She approaches the table to introduce herself to the others. "Hello", she booms as her voice echoes throughout the land. She reminds herself to use the inside voice.
Sasha heaves a sigh seeing SGT Lap out here, but honestly expected her to bring more of her squad out. "Well, I gess Tatiana and Luna need some people to handle the legwork." She says mostly to herself, wobbling around due to her own EXPANSIVE belly, so bloated with life she can't hope to button up her uniform, a stretchy undershit covering her breasts, but her belly wide and exposed for all to see... and bump into as most of her forward vision is consumed by it. Ears twisting a bit, sniffing around, she smiles and, instead of going over to the person in charge, waddles her way to Magnus instead, "Hey! You know, I prefer you as a little fennec if I'm being honest." She says to him, before trying to look around a bit, "Oh, who's in charge actually?" She asks, reaching into a rather large pouch on her belt, pulling out some carefully folded papers, "Offical documents from Chief Bruice Clawhouser, District Chief, Seventh District, authorising CPT Sasha to send a detachment from SBU/CI to assit K9, with the senior K9 officer in charge over the detachment." Seems, with her vision blocked so much, she hasn't even noticed the beaver yet. She flutters her wings a bit, seeming more like she's stretching them than anything else.
Moose swaggers through the construction site, the little bobs and bangles in his antlers clacking with his movement. The big cervine looks right at home on a construction site, maybe a little too clean. He makes his way to where the beaver is working. "Y'all looking for some muscle?" he asks, tugging at his full beard, "Heard you could use a hand. I got a little experience with building."
The report to come out and assist was a famiilar one to Poppy. While not a specific call, it was a much more broad... Come all who may assist. And well, that is what made her put her suit on in the morning! So with little more than a note of affirmation back towards the public call, Poppy had started to head out. A fair distance from home, after all! But, wandering on through the lower streets of Fairhaven, it became more and more abundantly clear just where this was happening. Looking across the decrepit building, she had to admit, why too!
The lass's yellow jumpsuit wrapped about her, but a thicker sort of suit coated them. A heavy grey overcoat almost. They clanked as though they were made of metal as she walked on into the construction zone, a brief scanning gaze tossed across the crowd. Not many familiar faces... but ah! There they were. Looked like the foreman of the group! That, and the assembled group about the little beaver man certainly helped! A fair giant of a lass, a few people whom seemed ripe, and a few others... Curious! So, with little aplomb, she walked on over, a broad grin given back down to the small fellow. "Morning Mister! Poppy, at your service!"
"The plan?" the foreman, it seems, casts Edel a strange look. "Who are you? You're not one of my workers, oh dear oh dear, what are you talking abo-" He gets tapped on the shoulder and something is whispered into his ear by what appears to be his assistant, a lovely little fennec girl with vibrant green eyes and a light-reflective work jacket. "Oh, so we are." The beaver nods. "William Morrison, pleased to meet you, uhhh... all of you... it seems." the nervous male's fingers wiggle around for a moment as his eyes scan over the suddenly emerging crowd. Once Isabelle speaks up, both he, the fennec and a lot of the other workers are forced to cover their ears. "Good grief..." he'd sigh softly and clear his throat.
"Uhh, yes... wow, quite the turnout. I um..." he takes Edel by the shoulder and explains to her. "Right, I am not sure how to go about with this group but if you want to help, here's a copy of the plans. Several things need doing, the foundation is cracked and weathered, the soil beneath softened and causing tension on the foundation, we need to reinforce the terrain to within at least a depth of twenty feet beneath the entire building. Secondly, the support beams here... here... here... and here..." his finger dances over four individual points on the top-down prints of the building. "...need careful replacing, we are installing backup support struts as is, but it's taking a long time because the damn building might collapse if we are not careful, oh dear oh dear..." His fingers wiggle nervously. "That's it for now, at least that's what is critically important. Off with you now. Explain this to the newcomers. Shoo!" Nervous fella, wasn't he? "Speak with this one for what needs doing! Just DO be careful! Oh dear..." the beaver yells out to those addressing him, before burying his face back into his work, doing some sort of calculations it seems.
Magnus would be taking a big drink of water when he is approached by Sasha. "Hah, I like being a fennec too, but... I dunno. I have a lot of reasons to wear this body as of late." He casts a wink towards Sasha, then looks her over and clears his throat. "You uhhh... you gonna be okay?" His hand subtly pats his own belly, hinting towards the reason for his concerns about her. "What's this?" He'd ask, skimming the paperwork. "Tch... beurocracy." then sets them down near the foreman. "Let's get this done! Just uhhh... be real careful... eeespecially the big girl." Magnus casts a look up towards the kaiju. "Building is... pretty rocky right now. You wanna help though, there's a large cluster of heavy rebarb and rubble around the back, you could pluck and sweep that away in two minutes, I'd wager." Magnus calls out to Isabelle.Lap was rested on the ground slowly and carefully by her subordinate. She wiggles a bit, resting on her belly as milk starts to bead from her nipples and honey drips from between her legs, a musk, barely noticable by most, wafting into the air from her. "Ah jeez, lifting things? Okay, butch, you get to work moving things, I'll see if I can't call in the rest of the troops to help you," she says, occupying herself by staring off into the distance as she focuses on her comm to make a call into her squad. She shakes her head and looks to the foreman. "You got any problems with me shifting a little dirt with my nanites?"
Edel raises her brow as she regards the nervous beaver. "Hm, I see... Right, then." She collects her copy of the blueprints and steps aside to look over the assortment of helpers that have arrived to... Well, help. "I guess I have been delegated the task of delegation? Or at least explaining. So let's get this show on the road, huh? A solid foundation is important, so let's start with that. Myself, and anyone else with talent in earth nanomagic, I would put to the task of reinforcing the soil. Those that do not have earth nanomagic, I think would best be utilized by patching up the foundation itself. I'm sure they've got cement around here somewhere."
Isabelle nods and "walks" toward the back causing minor tremors. When she approach the pile of debris she proceeds to dig through the rocks and rebarb and stack them as one would gather sticks and pebbles in a garden. As she moves, her hyper-trophic muscles writhe under her skin and thin spandex like pythons, while her boobs, butt, balls, and dicks jiggle like crazy.
Sasha yelps and folds down her ears from the massive Kaiju's voice before shaking her head, and using a hairband to keep them folded down, despite how uncomfortable it looks. A lick of her lips, and Sasha does a few squats before taking hold of an empty wheelbarrow and lifting it clear off the ground, "I should be fine sweetie, assuming I'm not asked to hold up the whole building!" She says, smiling a moment, before her colors turn orange... then to hot pink! "I, mean, Officer, but thank you for your concern." She says, then looks to Edel, to William, "Right, I'll get to mixing it up and hauling it over, the instructions should be on the bag, right?" She asks before she start hunting for cement bags and water, cringing a bit at a memory, shivering as if someone stepped on her grave. A quick shake of the head and she continues her search.
Moose shifts his big, lit cigar across his mouth and shakes his head. "Damn," he swears, "Looks like I'm at the wrong kind of construction site. Don't know nothin bout this nono-magic stuff, and I ain't no giant monster." He swaggers up and lays a hand on the shoulder of the beaver foreman. "Hey there little man. You keep callin' for a deer, and here I am. Maybe you got something I can do for ya?" he drawls around his stogie with wide, flat teeth.
Taking a few steps back from the little badger man, Poppy would look over them, idly humming to herself. The first step is a goal! The goal was easy. Make the building less likely to just fall apart. Steps then! Foundation was buggered. Supports inside were a bit rough too! Repair options? She rubbed her chin, looking back up over the building. A small glance back down to herself would cause her to sigh. "No, a bit heavy for that. Shouldn't try to help the support teams. So... Foundation!" A bit of idle rambling aside, she'd flick her ears lookign back up at the large Tanuki before nodding. "Fair plan! Think I saw some around the side." Moving over to the side of the building, the Collie would hum to herself as she set about to work.
Not particularly taxing, but hers was to lug the cement mix to and from the mixer. Not too difficult, twas even a bit of a chuckle offered as she did so! It felt... good to actually be able to assist like this. Helpful. She tried speaking with the rest of the crew, some of those ambling about, trying to assemble them. After all, this could be a new home for them, so best to do their best! But... well, they seemed to find it more amusing than helpful. Drat.
Viktor can do this! Probably! Maybe! It doesn't involve fighting or a lot of skilled labor, or magitek armor or whatever it's called. It's just cleaning up, and that's easy, right? He tries to find his way to the person in charge, having asked where he was supposed to go when he first took a task on to earn his daily bread-substitute! He's got a bit of a tummy on him - okay, a lot of a tummy - and he doesn't look very strong, but what he lacks in ability he makes up for in enthusiasm and determination!
The fox demonstrates his usual shyness by walking right up and giving the beaver guy a big hug hello! "Heyyy! I'm Viktor, and I'm here to help!" He follows it up with a crude mockery of a salute, with that casual, candid innocence that flat-out says 'I don't know any better' without uttering a single word. "Where do you want me?" Phrasing! He didn't even show up with special gear or anything, just his usual clothes. And late, too! Nerd! Nerdfox! Fluffy plume swishes as the oblivious fox awaits direction!
"Well, if you say so." Magnus nods, whistling softly as Sasha turns her back to him to get to work. He had to admit, she had a shape to her he could appreciate anytime, anywhere. Clearing his throat, he shakes the arousal off as best he can, then returns to work, well... gruntwork really. He wasn't looking to do anything grand, instead he simply pitched in as casually as your average construction hound, in between passing water bottles to the other workers every so often. Gotta stay hydrated during intense physical labor, right?
"What? What are you talking abo-oh... oh. Ahaha! No no no. Uhh, look there is plenty to do! If you want you can-ACK!" William is suddenly hugged, a sharp huff parting him. "This is no time for shenanigains! Okay okay, look. There are collection bins over there by the supply pile." his thumb hooks behind him where the various construction goodies and piles of cement, sand and other materials were stockpiled. "Grab some bins, some gloves, pans, brooms if you want, there is glass all around the building, broken glass that my workers are constantly looking out for. Wanna help? Clean it up! Okay?"
Moving the pile of rebarb and crumbled cement behind the building was child's play for the Kaiju. She has to scrape some of the leftovers, and there was a sizable hole in the back of the building's wall, perhaps the reason for the wreckage she'd cleared... that may be worth mentioning!Though the work she takes in moving land to help with her nanomagic is slow, Lap focuses her efforts on shifting dirt as the bovine officer moving to clear up the mess left behind. Three more members of her squad showed up before long, towing a Wagon behind them as they came. Her ears perk and she claps her hands together, making her breasts bounce and body sway. "Oh good job boys, just what we needed! Hey, Sasha, where you need the guys?" she yelled out, her tail excitedly wagging, fanning the scent of her musk into the air.
Edel gives Poppy a thumbs up. "I'll be in to help with foundation after I've seen to the foundation's foundation," she says, before bustling off around the other side of the building, opposite of Lap. With tasks distributed, she can see to her own, and puts her earth nanomagic to use to make sure the groundwork is laid to support this building well into the future.
Isabelle thunders back to the Foreman. She walks until she is about 10 feet from him and then kneels down to see him better. She then gestures back to the cleared area with the piles of rebarb and rocks and softly says, "There is a hole in the wall"... which still manages to produce a small rumble around the area. She then looks back patiently at him waiting for the next order. She ignores the constant flood of fluids coming out of her, especially her four massive breasts that dangle overhead of the Foreman like a Sword of Damocles.
Sasha smiles a bit, looking back towards Magnus for just a moment, a wink, a 'kiss' and she examines the cement. It seems a bit... goopy to her. "Hey, what kind of ratio you all using on this stuff? Might want to try less water, more sand, and be careful on how much of the mix itself you are using. This will take forever to set!" She says, grumbling under her breath, 'Back when I was helping mother build, the mix hand my shells in them...' She heaves a sigh before looking over toward SGT Lap and her squad, "Great! I take it the department is fairly quiet? If not, send them back to Titania, otherwise," she clinches her toes, as she holds her hand-paws over her ears again. Even folded down it was almost intolerable, and all the fluid everywhere from her, from Lap, Sasha looks about at it all, though the smell of it seems to be annoying her more than anything else. She clears her throat, "Otherwise, have them grab some brooms and shit, and get to work cleaning up the small debris, and for the love of Anubis, put some Bast damned plugs in." She looks around for some rope, "Bring that wagon over here! Alright, once the mix is fixed up, pour it in here, and I'll pull it over to where Edel and the Earth Nano's are working." She says, pointing at everyone mixing.
"Sure thing boss," Moose drawls, blowing a puff of smoke across the beaver's face, "I'll get right on it. You let me know if you think of anything else you want me to do. Just gimme a whistle." The daddy-deer swaggers off to collect the bins and gets to work collecting glass. His hoof-tipped fingers are pretty good for the task, and his ass looks good in those jeans each time he bends down to pick up some garbage.
Continuing about her work, Poppy idly hummed to herself, lugging a few bags of concrete mix back to the mixer. It took her a few minutes to note anything of particular interest. A new person running up though would catch her eye. A fox, simply informed to help clean up the place around the building. Broken glass and whatnot. "Huh... Broken glass... Hey! One second!" She'd shout back to the fox. "Got something that might help." Setting down her stack of concrete mix, the collie would walk back to the vulpine, looming over them. Reaching back, she'd stopp for a few moments, before offering a rather... hefty broom to them. "Here! Should be able to help." The whole thing was maybe two meters tall and a little over ten kg. A Hefty broom indeed!
A broad grin would be given, Poppy panting as she smiled back. "Should help ya!" Nodding and offering them the massive cleaning impliment, she'd slowly walk back, picking up her cement once more, and moving back to the mixer. "Okay Miss Tanuki!" A smile offered to them, and she'd move back towards the side. Still, as the other large canine would speak, she'd look back at her mix, furrowing her brow. "Oh... Right. More sand. Sorry about that! I thought it was already portioned! Alright..." Setting down her mix, she'd lumber to the side, once more snagging a bucket of sand to add to the mix.
Viktor gives a smart nod that doesn't look horribly smart at all, and boldly declares, "Sir yes sir!" befure hurrying off to the indicated site! Sweeping up glass, huh? On his bare paws, yet! Well, if there was ever a reason to be *really diligent* about it, this is one! So off goes the fox, fluffy plume swishing behind him as he prances over to the supplies. He's helping! Or he will be, anyway. He doesn't have muscles out to Newark or a bunch of other people to help him out - nobody he's willing to call anyway, this is HIS job and HE's going to prove to everyone (and himself) that he can do it without making a total irredeemable mess of things - but he's going to do all he can to help out, just like he was told to!
When Poppy calls out for him, he blinks and turns on a dime, facing the pretty collie with a bright smile on his face. "Hi there!" He doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed by the fact that the canine is way bigger than him. (If he got freaked out by everyone who was bigger than him, he'd be a nervous wreck!) He happily accepts the oversized broom and gives Poppy a great big hug of thanks! "You're a superstar!" he declares, before going off to get a dustbin to complete the set. This should be quite the sight to see!
"Yes, yes, we know about the..." the beaver's eyes go wide and he hurriedly grasps at the very improvised desk, yanking it out of the way before a stream of milk gets the chance to sully his work. "Ohhhh!" his fingers clench up, the nervous male calming only when his fennec assistant gives him a hug. "Okay... miss... giant? Right, well, uh... here's what we need. Do you see those?" His finger points to small pile of thick concrete pillars stacked into a tall pyramid shape. "Normally it takes five of my men to move one of these at a time, kindly and very... VERY carefully save us the effort of pulling them up the stairs or pulley system. Take them one at a time, go around the back, and use the hole in the wall to pass one of these pillars to my waiting men. Go from the bottom up. Okay?" He then whistles sharply, drawing the attention of the nearby workers. "Jasper, Regis, Mark, Louis, Harold! Floors one through five, stand at the back, take in the struts and position them, get mixing and start reinforcing!" That said, the beaver sighs softly, dusts his hands off and looks around the area. A lot of fine work was being done, the interior of the building was nearly clear of rubble, and the foundation was looking better than he could have expected at this point. The improved cement mixture was also expediting things quite well... they were nearly done with the brunt of the repairs.
Lap nods at Sasha's orders and relays them to her subordinates. "Well, you heard the captain! Go help Titania, I'll be here, doing my thing," she said, returning her attention to the foundation. Her ears flickered and she rolled her eyes, milk still dripping from her breasts and honey oozing down the curve of her belly. "Please Sasha, I don't see how you can focus with plugs in you, all they do is make me feel all pent up and sensitive. If you want me working, I need to be free and unburdened... Unless you want me to be all needy and sensitive," she says with a coy smirk, tail raising without any sign of hesitation or shame for her naked form.
With her nanomagic work done, Edel spends a few moments touching up the soil around the building for good measure, before she sets off to make good on her earlier word: Going to help with the foundation team. Since the cement mixing was already under way, she'll set to assisting with paving in the cracks as needed.
Isabelle nods at the Foreman. Even though she could easily carry all the pillars at one, she saw the prudence in carrying them one by one. There was no need to rush it since work is moving apace. She walks back and forth between the pile and the hole in the wall to hand off all six pillars one by one. However, she handles the last pillar in her hand with ease, marveling at the relative smoothness, size, and heft of the pillar of stone.
Sasha gets to pulling the wagon around, and finds it quite overall heavy when loaded down with liquid cement! She can pull it around carefully though, the wheels rutting into the ground from the weight of it all. Pulling the liquid stuff over, then pulling the wagon back once it is empty, back and forth, all the while her belly is visibly wobbling, little feet or little hands making their presence known, so much as to make her yip out when they press up against her lungs! She glares over at Magnus for a moment, but keeps working, huffing as she talks to Lap, unable to get a clean deep breath for how often her diaphram is suddenly tickled or down right squished! "I... can... BEC-hic-AUSE, I'm not...a ... SLUT-hic, like you." She comments before trying to rub what of her belly she can, "Quiet in there..." She says through grit teeth, before going back to pulling. She can't make the trip more than 3 times though before she has to, leaning against the wagon, panting, hiccuping, and yelping, "On second... thought...Lap, call them... BACK-HIC, your team and I... can... TAKE-HIC-TURNS, pulling... these thing." She gasps out, unable to keep her voice steady nor control the volume with all the movement now in her middle, she looks to Magnus again, growling, the color of her glowing marks becoming a deep red...
Moose finishes up what he is doing and unloads his bin. His big ears flick at the sound of the foreman's whistle, and even though he knows it's not for him, he can't help himself. The cervine walks over, smoothing his mustache and taking a long drag on his cigar. "You whistled, boss?" he rumbles through a wide grin, looking down at the beaver.
Poppy would slowly nod back to the quiet commanding shouts from those around her, ears flicking and twitching at the numerous sounds. But to her? There was only a faint warmth about her belly at that squeezing hug of the fox, and the strain in her arms at her work. Twas all that was needed, and it felt... Good. A soreness that told you you were working. She couldn't help but grin at the thought of it, slowly turning the cement mixer for a few moments. Someone would snap back at her, shaking her out of her reverie, before simply nodding. "Oh. Right. Gottcha."
A small smile would be offered back to Sasha as they seemed to struggle with the cart for a few moments, before collapsing back against it. Reachign out, she'd ruffle their head for a few moments. "No worry! I got it!" A grin of affirmation would be offered before she'd... she'd pick the mixer up, simply meandering back to the cart and setting it in, wheeling the whole thing in towards the site personally. Nothing more than a quiet humm would be given as she wheeled the protesting device back into the site. Hoisting it up before setting the mixer down, she'd give Sasha a warm smile and a thumbs up! She helped. "There we go!"
Viktor wastes little time in getting to work with the oversized broom, putting his back into his work without reservation! Of course, that's not going to amount to much, but watching the fox trying to sweep up the glass - and do a REALLY good job of it, because nanites will keep him relatively safe but will do absolutely nothing to dull any pain he experiences - is bound to be good for a laugh or three! To be honest, the fox's most helpful attribute has very little to do with actually sweeping up glass, and more to do with being pretty and a source of laughter. With a little luck, he'll be good for morale for those around him.&r&r&rIs he *trying* to stay close to the big, handsome stag, or is that just where his work is taking him? Hmmm. Either way, he's nice and close at hand, at least until the big guy goes off to talk to the foreman! Maybe he'll be back soon~
Magnus picks up his comm unit once it beeps and quirks a brow. Sighing softly, the feline puts it away and shakes his head. What the fuck was this even... Looking over towards the woman, he casts her a disappointed look and shakes his head, then sends her back a copy of a certain message she might recognize. One that was relevant at the time, and was best to keep private for now. Not being the one to avoid a confrontation, he nears her and raises his brows, crosses his arms and leans against the nearby wall. "You told me you'd be alright in this state. Changed your mind?"
"Uhhh... yes! I have more work for you. Uhh... right, you and the fox, yes. It looks quite clear. Okay, I need you both stationed upstairs, have a good look around check for cracks and report to my men, there should be someone on every floor already working on the new support struts. Alright!" He beaver then claps his hands and blows into his foreman's whistle. "EVERYONE! That's the lot of the critical work done! Those who want to stick around, may do so! The rest, refer to your contractor for payment!"
Lap whistles sharply and sends a message through her comm to her men, pointing them over towards Sasha. "Boys! You heard the Captain! Help her finish up and we can get back to the office for lunch!" she added to her comm message. Her stomach growled, quite loudly, her own belly squirming and shifting with the burden of babies within. Her body seems to vibrate and she wags her tail. "Oh, yes yes, I know, I'm hungry too, just wait for mama to get her squad back home and enjoy her meaty sausages." Her ears perk and she turns her head, sticking a lubricated, and ribbed rubbery tongue from her maw. "Oh, Captain, would mama approve of such language from her daughters? Besides, we're both just as pregnant as one another, only difference is I'm a little more liberated than you are," she replied, then licked her chops, eying one of her subordinates as sweat glistened on their furred bodies. "Fuck, lunch can't cum soon enough."
"Ahh, customers were slow at the tea house today," Edel says, rubbing at her brow with the back of her hand. "And my daughters can handle anyone that comes in, I'll stick around to continue helping out. It's good to be doing some work like this again. Not my favourite kind of work, but still nice."
Isabelle waves at everyone and turns around to walk of into the distance. She increases her speed, pounding the earth with her very passing before she stretches out her wings on her back. She leaps into the air and takes flight, her wings flapping as she travels across the horizon.
Sasha growls up at Magnus, smoke coming out of her nose as the red glow intensifies, until a sudden push against her lungs causes a small fireball to burst from her muzzle! The red of her fur quickly shifts back to pink before she looks up to Magnus, checks her own COMM, sighs a small gout of flame, "I just need to take more breaks... THAN...-HIC-, I'm used to." She says, biting on her lip as she reaches up for Magnus's hand, "Glad I could help, I hope the report that K9 sends to Chief Clawhouser will reflect a positive contribution." She manages to say, carefully taking moments to try and avoid the words suddenly being forced. A growl over to Lap as her pink glow gets all the brighter, "SGT Lucas Alexander Pierce! You...-HIC-... You..." Another sigh, what could she really do... looking up to Magnus she grins, whispering to him once she's standing back up.
"Sure thing, boss," Moose says, then swaggers off to the stairs. "Come on, shorty," he waves to Viktor, eyeing up all the other mutants scattered around the site. He keeps an eye out for anything that looks like it might be a problem later. And anyone that looks like they might want a Moose-shaped solution.
Flicking her ears for a few moments, Poppy would give a broad smile back to those working about them, before quietly nodding. "Ah! I guess that was all that was needed? Well... Okay then!" She'd shrug for a few moments, repositioning the cart as best they could to be outside of the building. While it may be sturdier now, it was not hers. So, best return it! A faint pat given to the wooden frame before she sighed. Seems like it would be back to the normal work. More... well... At least she could sing there! Poorly. But Sing!
With little more than a small nod back to the foreman, the collie would dust her hands off for a few moments. Her ears flicked a few times as others mentioned options for lunch. Lunch... not a bad idea! "Food does sound good... Maybe some cornbread... That sounds good. Oh! With a bit of honey...~" She couldn't help licking her lips as she walked back towards the exit of the construction site. The flap of wings, the sound of others meandering about... She had a date! With food~
Viktor hurries over to Poppy when he hears that the job is ending. That wasn't so bad! And he managed to get a bit of work done without injuring himself! Iiiiiiit's progress! Huzzah! He passes the broom off to the big collie with a bright smile and assures her, "It was a big help, thank you!" Sure, he probably would've been faster with one that didn't require both arms to use, but who knows? Going faster might have caused him to injure himself!
When he reports back to the foreman, he offers an energetic wave to everyone else along with a bright smile! "We all did awesome work today, thanks for helping! You're all awesome!" The beaver gets a *second* hug from the fox unless he makes sure to block it, and the fox makes eyes at the big stag for a moment before cheerfully offering hugs to any who want one after a rough day's work!
