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[agentxthirteen]

[ The comm is propped up against a paint can, and Sharon sits in front of it. Her hair is askew; tendrils have escaped from her ponytail. Wet trails testify to not only how much dust is on her face, but also how much she's sweated.

Sharon Carter does not admit defeat often, but when she does, it's because she's in over her head. Disastrously in over her head. ]

So. [ Her voice is tired. She wipes her forehead with a forearm, leaves a smudge in its wake. ] I mentioned a while ago that I wanted to get some training sessions off the ground. There was enough interest that I realized we would need a bigger space than the gym.

There were some rooms available on the first floor that I've taken over. And that's where the problem came in.

[ She leans forward and tilts the feed toward a hole in the wall. A sledgehammer rests against part of the wall that hasn't been knocked out. She turns the feed back toward herself and blows some hair out of her face. ]

I don't suppose there are any construction people here.

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[righthemisphere]

[he's answering before Chuck beats him to it just to be an asshole.

Sharon could have asked for anything else and Raleigh probably would have ignored it, especially considering the shape he's been in this week but.. Well how can he when it's the one thing he's even good at. He logs into the video feed and gives a half wave. Man this is more awkward than chat roulette.]

I'm in construction.

[agentxthirteen]

Welcome, friend!

[ Sharon leans back with a groan, then realizes she's forgotten two valuable things - turning off the comm before she collapsed on the floor, and telling him where she was so he could come help her. ]

Rooms 117 and 119.

[ Her hand fumbles to turn off the device, then hesitated, the camera catching little more than a large, blurry hand. ]

Does that mean you know how to put in windows, too? Asking for a friend.

[ She is the friend. The friend is her. Obviously. ]

[righthemisphere]

I've done a few but I'll be honest it's not my forté. I'll help how I can, though.

You're just down the hall from me, anyway.

[agentxthirteen]

Great. I'll see you when you stop by.

[ She pauses. ] And you'd better let yourself in. If I have to crawl over to the door, it's going to take a week.

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[righthemisphere]

[ha.]

Sure, gimmie ten.

[And true to his word Raleigh drags himself down the hall a few minutes later, stopping to grab a bottle of cold gatoraid.

He lets himself in, tossing the bottle from one hand to the other and gives a low whistle.]

You still alive in here?

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You always keep all the fun stuff to yourself?

[ thanks for the entertainment, girl ]

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[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon groans from where she's slid down on the floor. ]

I'm willing to share. I would offer you the sledge hammer, but it's all the way over there. [ A hand pops up and waves haphazardly toward the rest of the room. She's been at this for days, Faith. Days. And construction is hard.

Which she isn't going to tell Faith out loud, because Faith is exactly the sort of person who would say, "That's what she said." ]

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[ ...did someone say sledgehammer? ]

Tell me where I'm going and I'll be there after I finish lunch.

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[agentxthirteen]

Room 117 and 119.

[ She pauses. ]

Room one-senineteen. One-sine-teen.

Just... let yourself in, damn it.

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[ faith doesn't knock or poke her head in, she just waltzes. she then realizes she chose the wrong room and re-waltzes because when you make a mistake like that you just hope nobody saw and keep going. ]

Yo, you alive in here? Having a stroke?

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[radiopalkiller]

You know that you could just let the creepy mansion magic take care of all that, right? I mean, sure, it's not quite as therapeutic as beating the crap out of a good chunk of stucco, but it does get the job done.

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[agentxthirteen]

why did you wait until now to mention this

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[radiopalkiller]

Well, at the risk of digging up an old cliche: You didn't ask.

[ And Philip wasn't in the loop on any exciting new gym building plans, otherwise-- Otherwise he might've not bothered sending a note either way, but hey, a chance is a chance. ]

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[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon groans and rubs her temples. After a couple minutes, she grabs the comm and fumbles to send a text off again. ]

OK spill. How do I make the creepy mansion magic break its own back instead of mine?

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[radiopalkiller]

I'm not sure there's a particular trick to it. You just stand wherever you want something to appear, and wait until it does. Although now that you've gone all home improvement on it you might need to let it rest for a bit. Give it an hour or so, I'd say.

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Sorry. I'd love to help, but I got banned from construction work at Abel after the unfortunate incident with the chisel.

If there's anything else I can do though...

[agentxthirteen]

Oh, isn't that convenient. Sure, sure. "Banned."

How are you at carrying mats?

[voiceinthedark]

It's a big deal. We only have limited medical supplies. That was when we were still tearing up sheets to use as bandages. I could have lost a finger!

I can do that. I'm not completely out of shape.

[agentxthirteen]

You know, you fall on that "I'm from Zombietown, population: outnumbered by zombies" thing a lot. [ And Sharon is too tired and sore to put up with so much, sorry Sam. She is Done (TM) ]

But that's good. It saves me from tricking someone else into- I mean, it saves me from asking someone else to doing it.

Is there a closet on the ground floor we can use? I'm on nine, and I don't want to drag mats down nine floors. [ Or hear anyone else complaining about doing it, which would, realistically, be the case whether she helped carry them herself or not. So she might as well not, right? ]

[voiceinthedark]

[He grins at her.]

Got to get some leverage out of it while I'm here. It's a bit useless for sympathy at home.

[What with everyone being in the same situation and all.]

I think so. They're everywhere. And even if not, we could just grab an empty room on the floor above. I'm surprised someone hasn't magicked a lift in here by now.

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[mypartnerincrime]

so i don't know anything about construction but hitting things with a sledgehammer sounds hella cool. where do i sign up?

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[agentxthirteen]

Rooms 117 and 119. Get goggles, a mask, and gloves from your closet before you come down.

[ Because Sharon will certainly risk her lungs and the lungs of the other adults she knows, but Chloe isn't that old yet, and Sharon isn't a monster. So safety precautions for the kiddies it is. ]

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[mypartnerincrime]

[Chloe thinks she'll look fucking awesome with a mask on while holding a sledgehammer. She's excited. Finally, something exciting to do in Wonderland.]

roger that. magic closet then smashing walls. will be down in 5

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[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon grins to herself and drops the comm against her chest. That's the thing about Chloe. Yeah, she might be a kid, but she's a sensible kid. Unlike some kids she could mention.

A couple minutes later, she forces herself to sit up. She should probably do something to get ready.

Or.

She drops back down and heaves a sigh. Just another minute or two... ]

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[mypartnerincrime]

[Chloe's never met the girl in the video but introductions never really bothered her-- Max was always the shy, awkward girl. Not her.

So she makes her way to the first floor, with a mask and some goggles in her hand. Chloe's thinking of inviting Max over but she's not exactly sure how much her best friend will appreciate demolishing walls. She however, is excited for some action. Hammers aren't as thrilling as guns but they'll be enough for now.

Chloe finally locates the room on the first floor. She knocks on the door and calls out.]

Knock, knock!