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[maddest]

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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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

We should play cat's cradle.

[thelightbringer]

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

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I had your tinned cherries this morning.

[thelightbringer]

How were they?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Perfect.

[Smiling.]

[thelightbringer]

Good.

[wicked grin]

I gave the expired cans to other people.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

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

[thelightbringer]

Think of a system design.

[Still playing with the rope.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Tell me something funny.

[Holding out his fingers to him.]

[thelightbringer]

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.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I do not.

[He hums.]

I also don't have the faintest idea how modern plumbing works. We have servants to empty ours.

[thelightbringer]

Do too.

[He focuses on the rope for a second.]

If you can find someone to show me what sewage systems look like, I can do it. But I've never used one, and never been in one, so...

[A pause, and then he starts whistling a tune. Presumably one that Break sings while asleep.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

When I was a child, there would be village festivals-

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer looks up at him, silently asking if this is related to the whistling or to the sewage.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

There would be puppet shows.

[Whistling the melody back to him.]

[thelightbringer]

[He grins, going back to the game again.]

I told you so.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have words to it!

[thelightbringer]

I assumed. Your words didn't make sense anyway.

[He pulls at the two cross-sides of the rope, and sings:]

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

That's- that's from a horror story.

[thelightbringer]

I've never heard it before you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

It's dark, and I'm in a good mood.

[thelightbringer]

Tell yourself to sing something more upbeat.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

All right, all right.