losthunter | Repairing the Broken ((group thread))

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Repairing the Broken ((group thread))

Hunter was still in the common ward at St. Mungos, despite the fact that he no longer felt like he needed to be there. Madame Pomfey had wanted to watch his first few days of re-growing the bone.

So while he was still in the hospital, a group of his friends had decided to descend upon his apartment, to repair the damage caused by Bellatrix. There were signs that a little cleaning had already been completed by Jim in the last few days. But there were signs of the magical battle all around the place.

His kitchen table was gone, the broken pieces already cleaned away. There was an empty space along the wall, where an entertainment center once belonged. The doors and the windows to the balcony still did not have any glass, but at least the broken glass was gone. The burned artwork was also removed. But there is now a large empty spot along the wall, where a large portrait once was displayed.

There was a lot of work ahead of them. But they had a good crowd of people to get it done.

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Hermione smiled at Caspar. "And I am a Muggleborn witch. Magic blesses those who seek it, not those who are born for it."

"And I am a Muggleborn witch who is trying to merge technology with magic, for the next generation of witches and wizards."

"Now, my wards currently will protect against magical attacks. But perhaps you have some exampls of other attacks that might happen, that we should consider."

Time intensive it may be, but Jim for one is glad for the work. Something to do with his hands, something to do to help, that he knows how to do without having to fake his way through it. Putting color on a wall? Easy.

"Sounds good to me," he agrees, claiming one of the rollers for himself.

The dropcloths are easy to find, for someone who has spent as much time here as Jim has, so he sets those up with Adia's help while Steve mixes up the paint. The smell of fresh paint has become familiar to him over the past several months, a reminder of better times, chasing away some of the lingering scents of fire and smoke.

"Hope you're ready to get a little messy," Jim tells Adia, smiling at her. He's never done a whole room before, but if they don't all have at least a little paint on them by the time they're done, he'll be surprised.

Caspar has already convinced himself that he's not meant for magic. But technology? Yeah, he can handle that. With confidence, he steps out onto the balcony proper and takes a good look around.

"This is an obvious point of entry," he notes. "You need glass that won't shatter from brute force. An alarm system would be good, too, But the passcode has to be encrypted, otherwise it's too easy to bypass. Is it possible to put in some sort of forcefield? A modulated one, if possible, otherwise it can be de-activated."

Picking up the other roller, Adia gives Jim a determined nod. It's a moment later that she remembers to smile; this is supposed to be fun, right? She needs to get out of her head the idea that she's going to mess it up somehow. "I don't mind. These clothes have already seen plenty of mess."

"Don't worry so much. Hunter's gonna love it because his friends made it."

Because Jim helped to make it, but Steve's trying to cheer up Adia here, so he glosses over that bit while he's patting her on the shoulder with a warm hand. Hermione and Caspar will soon smell the telltale odor of fresh paint wafting through the apartment while the three of them work the walls. Steve focuses mostly on the ceiling trip work from a stool. He and Jim are the same height, but six feet flat isn't quiiiiite enough to reach the ceiling to work with steady hands.

"I had to ask Miss Siri about the San Francisco skyline. You'll have to let me know if it's alright Jim. I've never been there, so I ended up relying on image searches."

"Excellent point!" Hermione smiles at Caspar. "An alarm system would be good. There are a bunch of electronic pieces that are the remains of Hunter's destroyed TV, stereo, and DVD system. Do you think you could construct something from them?"

"Let me know what you need... I might be able to transform one object into another."

Crookshanks sneezes a little, once the smell of fresh paint comes onto the balcony. He decides to find a safe spot in the rose bushes, to watch his witch work.

Regardless of whether that was meant to lift Adia's spirits, Jim doesn't doubt that it's true anyway. Hunter is such an open guy, especially when it comes to appreciating art. After all, he likes Jim's pathetic attempts at painting, just because he tried. The end result isn't really the point. Although the better they can make it, the better Jim will feel about it, of course.

There's something relaxing about painting, especially when there's no pressure to make it look complicated or good, just rolling wide swathes of paint across the surface of the wall to lay down the base coat. Steve's comments give him pause, though not entirely for the reasons he might have expected. The San Francisco skyline has... changed, somewhat recently.

Jim pushes that particular bit of guilt aside. Dwelling on it's not gonna solve anything, and besides, rebuilding is well underway. Probably not exactly how it was before, but... at least the Vengeance is gone now. "Depends on what era we're going for," he answers after a moment. "What you sketched looks right for early twenty-first century, but there are some buildings we'd have to add if we want it to be my time. I could get some updated pictures if that'd help."

Steve's words do cheer her up, or at least take the edge off her nervousness. Her first few strokes of paint are slow and methodical, but over time she becomes more comfortable, rolling color onto the bottom of the wall and not freaking out when a drop splatters here or there.

"I can probably jerry rig an alarm system, but I can tell you already that a home entertainment system isn't going to have enough of the right parts. I'll sort through it and let you know what's missing." Although security wasn't his speciality, there was a base knowledge of electronics that almost all Cylons shared. He heads to the spare room where the pile of electronics is waiting for him, his nose twitching a little at the scent of fresh paint. "Looking good," he tells Adia, when he passes her.

"Thanks, we're just doing the base coat," she replies, rolling out another swath.

"Wasn't talking about the paint," Caspar quips before disappearing into the spare room. Adia blushes and giggles very quietly to herself before resuming her work.

"I figured as much. My phone's from early 21st century Earth, so that's probably all she's got access to. If you can get me an updated picture, I'll adjust the skyline accordingly."

Steve's unaware of any potential missteps here, taking Jim's silence for a thoughtful one. He's busy smiling down at Adia from his step stool and working on the trim. He's very nearly about to agree with Caspar's assessment, glad the Cylon is complimenting Adia's work before he follows it up and Steve's mouth snaps shut again.

He waits until Caspar's left before he dares to try again.

"The uh. The work's coming along real well too. You two are doing great."

Hermione heads to the balcony doors, admiring the work that the others have done so far, while she waits for Caspar. Crookshanks sneezes again.

Hermione chuckles at him. "Would you like to go home for a bit, until the paint smell is gone?"

Crookshanks meows at her. She nods. "Yes. I know. You want to help. You are such a good Kneazle."

Despite his momentary lapse, Jim can't help but smile a little as Caspar puts that adorable blush on Adia's face. He may not know much about this boyfriend of hers, but anyone who takes a good opportunity to flirt can't be all bad, and it's clearly endeared him to Adia. He keeps his own commentary on the matter to himself, though, not wanting to ruin the moment. Someone around here ought to be happy, after all.

"I can do that," he says to Steve instead, in regards to the skyline. The comment about Steve's phone puzzles him a bit, though - why would this Siri person only have access to that? Maybe she's not from the Nexus? "It's mostly HQ, and a couple extra skyscrapers."

There's still a trace of a blush on Adia's face when she looks up at Steve. "Thanks," she says, in regards to his compliment, smiling warmly. At least he won't have to worry about any further interruptions from Caspar, not so long as he's working with the broken electronics in the spare room.

Yes, someone is indeed very happy, even as she keeps a critical eye on her painting, adjusting the strokes of her roller brush as necessary. She'll let Steve and Jim hammer out the details of the San Fransisco skyline. "It's a beautiful city. I'd like to visit it some day -- and New York, too. I've only been to Prague."

"I've only lived in New York and DC personally. I guess Wakanda now, too. Been to a lot of places globally while on mission though. Usually not the nicest spots, for obvious reasons."

If Steve Rogers was there on Work, it usually meant stopping terrorists or other sorts of violent offenders. Usually with more violence. Better against him though than civilians and the masses. He can take it.

"If I can step foot in Brooklyn again as a free man I'll be happy to show you around, Adia." Steve's smile is a bit forced then but he means it. He's just not so easily able to go back home these days. Part of why he's been in the Nexus so much.

Steve finishes up the trim work toward the ceiling and moves to do the same along the floor, following behind Adia while she works. It's not until he's finished that he moves over to see how Jim's adjusted his sketches. Steve tilts his head to the side and studies the shape of what is an iconic building in Jim's time. Starfleet's Headquarters and Academy head office, the skyscrapers Jim's added and moved about.

"Looks good. I can definitely manage those." The buildings aren't any kind of impossible architecture and they do add some flavor to the San Francisco skyline Steve had sketched out from the photo searches his phone brought up. He glances at the wall.

"Unless Miss Hermione can magic the walls dry though we're going to have to wait at least a bit before we keep working. Do you guys want to stop for a snack or a meal?"

"I can magic the walls dry." Hermione grins, from where she is standing at the balcony. "But taking a break for a snack is a good idea."

"Using magic to rejuvenate another person's stamina is usually a bad idea."

Jim's drawing skills are, of course, not anywhere close to the level of skill that Steve and Hunter both have, but he's not too worried about photorealistic accuracy. The thought and intent behind something is as important as how it looks, or so Hunter has told him on a few occasions. And he kinda likes the symbolism of the bridges reaching out to connect his present and the past, for obvious reasons.

"We should take a break," Jim agrees. He's no longer quite as paranoid about meals as he was a month ago, but you should always always stop for food when the opportunity arises. Especially since they've got a whole group of people to feed. "There's stuff to make sandwiches and plenty of fresh fruit in the kitchen."

Not knowing Steve's situation on his home world, his phrasing catches her attention. "I'd like that," she says, although she'd also like to know what he means about not being a free man currently. He's Captain America, isn't he? Doesn't everybody love Captain America?

She sets down her roller and steps back, rubbing the muscles of one of her shoulders as she looks what they've accomplished so far. "A break sounds good. I'll see how Caspar's doing." But when she comes back from the spare room, she's alone. "He says he'll join us in a little bit. He's still sorting parts." And being anti-social, but she expected that. "He doesn't need to eat much, anyway."

"Would you mind peeling and chopping up some fruit for a mixed bowl Adia while Jim and I make a pile of sandwiches, then? If the wall's not dry enough by the time we're done eating we may need your help, Miss Hermione."

It'll be good to get out of that room and let it air out a bit too. They've got proper ventilation but the smell of paint is still thick in the air nonetheless. Steve's careful to rub off some of the paint stuck to his skin when he washes his hands before stepping aside to let Jim take charge of getting food out. He'll help make the food but it's not his house nor place to be helping himself so he'll wait for Jim to get the supplies.

Steve glances at the room Caspar's working in but makes no mention of him not joining them. He's not the first man a bit skittish around groups of people larger than one that Steve's known.

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Anyone wishing to clean off the paint of their hands will discover that Hunter has a designated sink for that. It is located conveniently in the art studio too.

Hermione smiles as she enters back into the apartment, and just appreciates the first coat of paint on the wall. It already makes a difference.

It is a little strange for her, to be called Miss by Steve. It sort of reminds her of being in Hogwarts. And how the teachers addressed their students. Hermione reminds herself that they are still strangers. So doesn't comment on it.

Crookshanks bolts from the balcony and stops in the kitchen. Did someone mention food? He jumps up on the counter, willing to help.

Jim's gotten quite familiar with Hunter's kitchen over the past year or so, and it shows in how he moves around the apartment, somewhat gutted though it is at the moment. Bread, cheese, and cold cuts, though he hesitates for only a brief moment before taking the latter out of the fridge. It's taken time to work his way back up to being comfortable around meat again, enough to handle it anyway.

Making sure everyone's fed is more important than his own stupid feelings. Always has been. Probably always will be.

To that end, he smiles slightly when Crookshanks finds his way up onto the counter. "Don't worry, we didn't forget about you."

"No problem." She smiles at Steve, then washes her hands in the sink. Even without being flecked with paint, it's good hygiene before handling food. She waits for Jim to get what he needs to out of the fridge before retrieving berries from the crisper. The watermelon looks good, too, already cut into bite-sized pieces. "Is there a colander somewhere?" she asks Jim as she sets everything down next to the fruit bowl. The berries will need a good rinse. The apples, too, if she includes any.

Crookshanks hopping onto the counter makes her smile. "Hi, there," she smiles, then looks over at Hermione. "How's the apartment warding going?"

Steve's used to meal duty in the Avengers tower and it certainly shows by the swift way he's lining up a row of bread in almost factory precision. Look at this pre-sliced cheese and meat! That never gets old to him. The future is such a convenient place.

"Does anyone here abstain from meat? I can make plain cheese sandwiches too. Looks like Hunter's got swiss, provolone, and cheddar to choose from."

Steve turns and glances at them over his shoulder while he continues to set up his little sandwich station for he and Jim to get to work. He's got more than enough pieces of bread laid out for the lot of them but then again heavy lifting and manual labor is hard work. No one's going hungry on Steve's watch. Except maybe himself, but that's hardly anything new.

"Someone heard the word food." Steve teases Crookshanks lightly while he works.

Crookshanks is actually a well-behaved cat in the kitchen. He sits on the counter and watches. He actually shakes his head at Steve's question too. He is a big meat eater over here! In fact, just make his sandwich just out of meat, he meows.

"I am content with anything you prepare, Steve." Hermione answers him. She pulls a kettle out of her beaded bag. And sets it on the counter, where magically it starts heating up for tea.

"The warding is going good. The apartment is protected from hexes and magical attacks. Caspar is working on creating an alarm system, for things that my magic won't cover." Hermione answers Adia.

Jim is more than happy to let Steve take charge of the meat part of sandwich assembly, not terribly surprised that the other guy is being so efficient about the whole setup. Could be a habit left over from his military service, maybe.

There's only the very faintest of pauses before he answers, "I'll just have cheese, thanks." Better not to give the impression that he's a vegetarian or something when that's bound to lead to awkward misunderstandings later, but even though he's made progress there too, now's not the time to be pushing it, not in front of other people.

Adia's question draws his attention away from the matter anyway, and he nods towards one of the cabinets. "Yeah, left of the fridge, bottom shelf. Plates and bowls are in the one next to the sink." Hunter's cabinets mostly contain the usual things one would expect in a kitchen. Pots, pans, serving dishes, baking sheets. Though one cabinet also holds a shiny metal crate full of ration bars, but never mind about that.

"I'm good with anything," she tells Steve as she goes searching through Hunter's cabinets to find what she needs. Not just a colander, but a cutting board and knife, and a serving bowl while she's at it. If Jim's preference for a cheese sandwich registers at all, it's only to remind herself that Caspar isn't here to say what he'd prefer. "Caspar will just want fruit, you don't need to make him a sandwich." Huh, that's a lot of ration bars. Oh, there's a big enough serving bowl, great.

She takes up a spot at the sink, rinsing the berries and giving them a gentle shake. She smiles softly to herself when she hears that Caspar is handling the technological side of things. "I'm glad the warding worked. I'll check on him again in a little bit." She wouldn't be surprised if he found a good excuse to hole up in the spare room for the rest of their visit, but he could do with a little fresh fruit. They don't have this sort of variety yet back home.

"Just cheese for Jim..."

Steve doesn't seem to make any fuss about it. He'll set aside a couple of sandwiches and slap on a couple extra pieces of cheese to each of them and make them plain cheese sandwiches for the captain no trouble at all. Sandwiches are pretty great for that kind of improvisation. The rest of the food gets assembled in short order and every one cut diagonally in half. Jim's the first to be served though so Steve doesn't get any meat on the knife before hand. The rest of the sandwiches are set out on one of the cutting boards.

And, after making sure Jim and Hermione said it was okay, Crookchanks is getting two little rolls of meat. A stack of three cold cuts rolled up together and cut in half for him to nibble on. Need to make sure he's fed too, after all.

Steve's quick to help hand out plates and bowls, but he waits for everyone else to grab food before he does. Makes sure only to take as much as they do in both sandwiches and fruit before taking a seat. There's still plenty of food left on the counter. Maybe he'll be able to sneak a bit more later.

He sighs slightly before taking a bite out of his food. If nothing else, Steve can eat more when he gets home later.

Crookshanks chirps in thanks at the two little rolls of meat that were prepared for him. He appreciated the effort.

Hermione takes about five sandwiches herself to the table, plus a lot of fruit. And then returns to grab the tea kettle. "Who would like some tea?"

After living with Hunter for some time, she knows where he keeps his mugs.

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