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THe octopus took the bottle back with a grunt, eyeing the table with the bllueprints on it, "Alrigh', penguin-halfie... bring me... oe'er there!" He pointed, panting and weazing excitedly. "I want... t'see 'em! I want... t'see wha'... me theater'll look.... like!"

After careful measuring he set the saw down on the wood, right over his penciled line. It wasn't all that different from sewing and cutting out the fabric, he told himself. But you couldn't really compare scissors to the saw. He held it awkwardly in his furred hand, then started to break into the wood. At first he sawed slowly, figuring he could control it better, but as he worked he became more confident and with it a little faster.

The papers laid out on the table and in Billy's grasp are badly wrinkled, as if they had been crumpled up at some point, and an edge torn here or there, but it seems someone has tried to flatten them back out as much as possible, and the paper is durable enough.

Scrawled on the papers is a professional-looking (to the amature's eye) draft drawing of a layout, from bird's eye, as well as from sideways for the stage. The dimensions are detailed out, the stage planned to be thirty feet wide by twenty-five feet deep, and sit three feet off the ground, with another three dug out inside for the 'prop' storage.

The benches are planned to fan out in front of the stage, with an aisle down the middle and two sets on the side, and some sections marked out for specialized seeting, including a trough to help the aquatics.

A lot of thought has gone into the plans, and though not the best or soundest design, it seems solid enough for their purposes.

"Newt!" came the call from behind the frog-man. Gaius was trotting back towards the work site from the village, an apple in one hand. He looked genuinely glad to see the round guy and gave him a pat on the shoulder as he came up. "I was wondering when you'd show up! I've been needing your help on some tricky stuff!"

Gaius chuckled, glad that all of his workers had seemed eager to help so far… He couldn’t really guide Newt along with the guy’s odd gate, but he lead him over to the blueprints, avoiding Billy and his raving, and pulled over one of the smaller sketches of the layout.

“Right now it’s mostly getting everything set up…” He tapped pointedly at the plans. “What I need you,” his eyes lifted to Newt, “to do is start working on the benches. I have a bunch of logs for the seating, already cut to length… What you can do is mark out where they go, according to my measurements here… And then take a shovel and dig out divots for them to sit in.” Straightening back up, Gaius grinned. It was an easy task, in his mind, which often forgot he wasn’t working with professionals. “Once you get that done, you can find someone to help roll the logs over into place.”

“After we get more of the stage done, I’m going to need you to work on a pulley system for the curtains… a theater has to have curtains, right?” he chuckled, wings twitching with the slight shaking of his shoulders. Looking down at Newt, he raised an eyebrow. “Think you can manage?”

Marshall had admired the blue-prints for a while, before noticing his familiar green freind talking to his Winged 'Boss'. Slowly, he left Billy to his ramblings and walked over to Newt and Gaius with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Newt!" Marshall called out with a small wave. "Ya need help with whatever Gaius is bullyin' ya into doin'?" he said with a laugh.

"I'm not bullying anyone," Gaius frowned at Marshall, huffing. "I'm being professional." Turning his head back to Newt, he shook his head. "Not planks, logs. For sitting on, like they have at camps and stuff. Just see if you can get a couple of the trenches dug out today, okay? I'm sure you can do a good job..." Grinning that optimistic smile again, Gaius gave Newt a pat on the shoulder and pointed him towards the tools. The guy really didn't seem like much of a muscle laborer, so he'd delegated what he thought one of the easier tasks to him. At least as far as the trench digging and layout. "And if you need a break, just see if there's anyone else that needs help!"

That taken care of, he looked back up at Marshall with a teasing smirk. "What, finished digging already? You've only been going at that for hours!"

Noticing Oz back along the edge of the workplace, Gaius waved a hand and called him over. "Hey! Oz!" Ah, finally! A heavy laborer! Just what he was needing! Sure, the other guys were great, but they were pretty scrawny, all things considered. With Oz here, maybe they could start on some of the major stage stuff!