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!"