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Time to reassess.

Does anyone continue to need help? Essential repairs, I mean.

Have people managed to get back into their own living structures? If not, what non-essential tasks need assistance?

Have all of the first-responders slept off the sleep debt and had their wounds healed? I believe we're through the worst of it, and now that that's true, we may begin to creep back to normal.

I can't promise that any of the minor concerns raised here will be addressed in any amount of time, but we must begin to consider the worst of it. Access to city streets, for example, natural water supply and ash run-off. The health of the barriers between us and the Wastes and what other protective fortifications might need reworking.

Are we going to treat this event like something that might occur again? What effect will that have on the materials we use for rebuilding? Should we focus on having a few central locations made completely of stone?

Winter is coming to an end, so scavenging will be easier soon, but is there anyone whose supplies were completely destroyed and who lacks the food and blankets to make it through? Or other supplies; furniture, soap, even books. Speaking of books, did the library survive? That place was a tinderbox.

What am I not thinking of?

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[He almost drops the rope and gives Break a distinctly flabbergasted, offended look. How very dare you, Xerxes.]

I am not. But you know who does have shiny magical powers? Rei. Let her dig it, or burn it, or however it works.

So we can all breathe it in for the next few weeks?

[Eyebrows arching, as he flops onto his stomach, kicking his feet.]

If it isn't magic, how do you self-identify?

It's her fault this happened, let her roll around in the mess.

[He goes back to threading knots, frowning as whatever he's trying to do continues to defy him]

I'm an angel. I'm Creation.

Let me see that.

[Nodding at it.]

[He gets up and offers it to him.]

Please make us a sewage system?

[Staring to gently unpick where Lucifer went wrong.]

[Sigh.]

For the clean air, or are you saying there's something else in it for me?

Because my lungs can't take burning waste?

[Sometimes he hates you more than he hates all the people, Break.]

Show me a design. 'Sewers' weren't part of my training in Heaven.

You've been truly remarkable, through all this.

I don't expect there'll be a parade.

[He reaches down to help untie the knot]

Even if they knew.

What are you even trying to do?

What do you mean?

With this!

[Laughing, tweaking a rope.]

My manrope knot is rusty. You never know when that's going to come in handy.

We should play cat's cradle.

[He sits down in front of Break and begins threading the rope for it.]

I had your tinned cherries this morning.

How were they?

Perfect.

[Smiling.]

Good.

[wicked grin]

I gave the expired cans to other people.

...we need to hurry on that sewage system.

Think of a system design.

[Still playing with the rope.]

Tell me something funny.

[Holding out his fingers to him.]

I mean it, think of a system. I can start creating it while we sit here.

[He holds the rope out, so they can start playing.]

You sing in your sleep. I can hear it down here.