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Gaius' smile grew a bit forced as he tried to continue looking pleasant, despite only understanding half of what Millar babbled and feeling rather confused. "Noooo, it's not a grave... We're building a theater. What you're looking at is the storage space that'll be beneath the stage, for props and if we have a trap door..."

Giving Miller a quick look over, it seemed the guy was decently fit. Kinda scrawny, but that's like because he was young. Still, if he could get roped in...

"So, what part would you like to help with? I could use someone cutting out the support beams..."

The winged horse-man patted his feathered companion on the shoulder. "It's probably just your muscles sore or something! That, or maybe you're out of shape..." he smirked. "Maybe not sawing then. How about hammering? You can start nailing some of the planks together for the sides?"

"That's the spirit!" Gaius cheered, slapping Miller lightly on his lumpy shoulder and pointing him in the direction of the wood pile. "It's easy enough, just line up some planks from that pile and lay a longer beam along the top edge and hammer 'em in. And if you get tired, just rest. Just make sure you follow the blueprints! They're, uh..." Gaius craned his long neck up, looking around before spotting Billy with the papers. "Over there! The octopus has them. If you do what they say, you can't go wrong!"

A most curious sound had attracted Seth's attention as he went about his usual wanderings. It wasn't occuring in 'his' territory exactly, although... he literally stopped in his tracks as he heard the racket, ears attentive, bright eyed, his tail going stiff and rigid as he listened hard to the noises. He heard sawing, hammering, and voices amongst the other noises he couldn't readily identify. The noises were distant, but his acute hearing let him hear the racket quite easily.

For a moment he was a little edgy at the sound of the voices. He could not hear what was being said exactly, but he heard the tone of voices. He quickly shrugged off his instinctive nervousness however, his curiousity quickly overriding everything else. He glanced down at the bottle of whiskey he had been carrying along with him and briefly pondered burying it beside the path he was on. He decided against it almost as quickly as the thought arose, as he might not find it again, and it was a good brand, his last open bottle as well. He carried it with him as he turned off his path and headed into the village to investigate the cacophony further.

As he approached the group, his curiousity grew with each passing moment. He saw people he didn't recognise, and some that he only vaguely remembered at best.

"G'day there," He said casually as he finally wandered into the immediate construction area. "So what's all this racket about then, ey? I could hear you lot bangin' away from the other side of the island, just about." His eyes immediately fell on an unused shovel some metres on the ground away from him, and his heart skipped a beat. It was perfect for his plans. If only he could get it when they weren't looking...

This was going to be very interesting to say the least.

(I'm going to fast-forward the RP a little bit here, since we don't need to RP ALL of the construction, and people are free to do as they like. If you want, you can assume your person returned to help other days, or whatever you like. And feel free to add in mishaps! The construction was likely closed down for Christmas day, so now things are after Christmas... And if it's okay, I'm assuming Seth is showing up after Christmas now, just to keep him in and work with everything.)

Gaius, looked up from the planks he was hammering together to the gruff voice coming from the edge of the work site. What, was it Billy again? But he wasn't that loud...

Wiping a hand over his forehead, he pushed back some clinging black locks. Setting aside his tools, he approached the fellow standing near the supplies. "Hello?" he ventured. "Ah, sorry about that, we're busy with construction, you see..." He waved a hand towards the area behind him. A large rectangle in the ground was in process of being dug out, some wooden beams already stuck into place at two of the corners. "We're building a theater! Would you happen to be interested in helping?"

Gaius' manner remained friendly, not privvy to Seth's inner thoughts to his current state. Though the man's grin did raise an eyebrow slightly. That and the tail sticking out behind him... what had a tail like that? A kangaroo? Or maybe a dinosaur... No, mixing animals to create fantasy creatures, and even plants were one thing, but even Moreau couldn't bring back what was long dead now.

"You'd be surprised to know we're already holding auditions, with a couple people interested at that!" he smirked, not rising to Seth's teasing. "It'll be an outside theater... With all the people on this island, there's bound to be people willing to show off a little talent."

He motioned the guy over towards one of the wood piles, his naturally wide grin growing even more with the prospect of another set of hands. "We're actually in need of someone to help put together sections of stage walls, if you're interested! Just stick some boards to the beam like I'm doing, and make sure they're good and tight together. Nails and hammer are over in the tool pile," he said, waving the man towards some boxes sitting near the shovel he'd been eyeing, "and if there's anything else you need, feel free to help yourself!"

Of course, he was referring to things like nails and other necessities of the project... he had no idea what the man was planning, or even suspected he was up to anything. Instead, he gave the gangly older guy a hearty, thankful pat on the shoulder, then set off to check how the others were doing while he was up.

It was about this time that Marshall, still a little weary from yesterday's festivities, found himself yet again on the construction site. Despite the fact that he detested physical labor, it gave him some thing to do. Besides, it was actually kind of fun when he didn't have to dig holes. The bird-boy released a small yawn as he looked around, seeing a familiar, all be it newer, face.

"G'mornin' Ozzy." Marshall said, waving with his 'bad' hand, the one that was practically a flipper.

Marshall was hard to miss, even for Oz's flu-clogged brain. He smiled as he walked over, that image of the penguin boy leaping a mile in his feathers the other night providing entertainment.

"So I'm not so scary today then?" he teased.

Oz did not look as well as he could have. Sure, grey skin wasn't exactly fashionable or healthy looking, but he looked particularly sallow and baggy eyed. A little clammy too.