Extreme Makeover: Stop Sleeping on the Damn Floor Edition

[mythbuster]

[ The kitchen is patched up. The shower hallway is fixed. The worst of the hurricane that busted holes in their base seems to be over, and everyone can go outside again. Everything should be fine now.

Except for all these newcomers?? They won't stop coming. The base is packed, always. It's mildly stressful, and so to help Loki find his happy comfort zone, he fixes himself a mug of tea and heads over to the library for a bit of quiet time. There are so many people loitering around in the hallways this morning that he has to carefully weave his way around, avoiding stray elbows and hustling pedestrians. But perhaps it was inevitable -- he turns a corner, only to run into one Hinata Hajime.

His mug falls to the floor. Hot tea splashes on the walls and at their feet, the violent streaks remnants of Loki's hopes and dreams for the morning. Explicit tea gore, everywhere. Loki stares at the liquid carnage in shock. Then he begins to shake. And like a volcano, he explodes. ]

AHHHHH!

[ He cannonballs into the brains of anyone in range: ]

Enough. We're building more rooms for people to sleep in. Now. If you want to be guaranteed a room, you work. The only people exempt are the sick or otherwise unsuitable. If you can gather materials, transport them, or help with furnishing rooms, then you're officially on the job.

[ Next, he points up at Hinata. ]

You. You're helping with this.

(( OOC: The actual building of rooms and furniture can be handwaved! Despite what Loki says, pretty much anyone can have a room. They'll be big 6-person rooms to share with your fellows. Responses will come from either Loki (who will probably bully you) or Hinata (who will herd you gently) or both!

Also: check out this spreadsheet (there are two tabs) and assign your character to a room! If you would like a few additional details or to plot OOCly, check out this OOC post here. ))

nothing suspicious here

[classwarfare]

a. draw me like one of your french guns

[ "Wait here, and someone will be with you shortly," he was told, and so like a good boy, Nagisa had waited. And to his credit, he did wait for the better part of an hour before getting up. As long as he didn't leave this room properly, that still counted as "here," right? In a way?

Close enough for him, anyway.

The rifle he finds looks more like something out of a movie or a video game rather than something out of real life -- even accounting for Ritsu's body upgrades, it's almost unreal. He reaches into his pocket for his phone; even if the connection is sparse here, Ritsu would surely be able to find a connection and get through--

--though that would be more plausible if he'd remembered his phone at all. Oops. Nagisa pats himself down just to make sure he didn't accidentally stick it in the "wrong" pocket (happens sometimes!), but nothing. ]

Ah, did I seriously--

[ Well fine then. Notebook instead. He might not be an artist, but he can at least sketch some of the design, right? And maybe some of the layout of the room. Make note of the cannisters marked with the biohazard and poison signs. That's not suspicious at all. ]

b. WEREN'T ME OFFICER

[ So maybe you were checking something nearby, or you were in a different room of the labs, but while you're minding your own business, you might hear a bit of a panicked yelp and a series of dull thuds, like something slamming against glass.

If you come to investigate, there's a boy having a staredown with the tiger plant, crouched and with something in hand -- but when he sees people have noticed, he stands and smoothly tucks it away (knife? what knife?), with an embarrassed little smile. ]

Er-- sorry about that. Everything's fine, I promise.