expiationlogs | June Sentencing

Who: The Sentenced & Their Enforcers
Where: Aldrip Training Grounds
What: Group sentencing activity that requires cooperation! It's time for some restoration work after a tragic fire to this location that remains a pillar of community togetherness.

Sentencing: Community Service Edition

Community Service Group Therapy

The training grounds had unfortunately sustained fire damage thanks to an arson attack. The fire spread to burn the grass, some brush and trees and there are skeletons of the frames left over from tents where it burned. A few straw practice dummies were also singed in the process, but they have lived to be beaten on another day!

The damage could have been much worse, of course! Thanks to the fast acting and thinking of some of Aldrips finest, the fire was contained and extinguished. They have saved this gathering place of skill and story sharing from complete ruination, but now it needs to be restored to its former glory.

Six Chosen have been found guilty of various crimes around the city this month, and so their task is a restoration project of the grounds. These Chosen will show up at the grounds in a timely manner (or else someone might need to retrieve them for duty) to start their tasks. It will be obvious who they are as they are outfitted in tacky yellow work coveralls with reflective stripes; this will be over whatever normal clothing they may be wearing.

The six community service Chosen are: Jinx, Silco, Beta, Echo, A2, and Fandaniel. Surely they will all get along and work hard on this task and not be difficult about it, right?

Well, to ensure that they complete the restoration project are their team of ~~wranglers~~ enforcers who are responsible for saving the training grounds in the first place! The heroes of Aldrip have been provided little badges from Jerry that designates their authority to oversee the tasks at hand for this restoration project.

Their task is to see that the job is completed and done well by however means necessary except they are not allowed to participate in the activities. They need to oversee their wayward charges and are exempt from recourse for whatever it is they need to do to convince the Chosen, and the native population and other Chosen may drop by to observe the work and maybe cheer everyone on (or heckle).

The eight community service enforcers are: Gadriel, Hiei, Kurama, Fauna, Morph, Rogue, Kuwabara, and Scott Summers

The tasks that need to be completed are:
• Laying new sod over the damaged grass areas. Alternatively, hauling in gravel stones to fill the areas.

• Tree trimming to remove damaged hazardous branches

• Remove damaged tents and then construct the metal skeletons of new ones before adding canvas material over them so they are good as new. How-to instructions will be provided (think IKEA-type)

• Building bird nests to replace those lost in the fire. Think of the children!

• Gardening! This place needs a spruce up and what better way to do that than enhance it by constructing raised garden beds. All the materials are provided including plants.

• Garbage collection. You know what to do. Take up your bag and extendiarm and get out there to collect the rubbish.

NOTES

• The six convicted Chosen cannot wander away from the training grounds during their shift or else they suffer from physical ailments.

• The enforcers may work one-on-one with a sentenced Chosen, game plan between each other or double-team sentenced Chosen into doing their tasks.

• Threads do not need to be completed by July 9th for success or failure on both teams. They do need to be started and in progress by this date.

• If the rest of the community wants to stop by, they can do so. They are not allowed to assist in either the tasks or the enforcement.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh well, I fanned the flames to spread, but I did not start them. The inclination to do so was part of my affliction.

[And yes, Silco had been carrying around and affected by the wish seed for months, and it would have and even did reach an untenable point where he was crazed for power. It had not been one of his finest moments, but he was also completely the type of man to blame others rather than take the time to reflect.]

I'm a non-combatant. It isn't in my particular skill set, so why would I go out there? [He had in fact gone out there and that's why he was here.]

... How long was that? You were that way for how long?

[She sighs, but doesn't seem surprised.]

I don't know. To do anything to try to help?

Months, yes. You seemed not to be aware, which was the point.

[Back then, he couldn't risk that power being stolen from him. Unfortunately, it did drive him to insanity, and now it was gone anyway. Such a shame.]

I did. I attempted to access city hall. [He gestured with the tip of his cigar around the training grounds.] And now I'm standing out of the way of the little workers diligently going about their tasks.

Standing "out of the way" isn't going to get the work done. You spread the fire, you do the work to fix it.

[She should have been aware, but... Behind her mask, she's frowning. She should have known. Does her radar not work here?]

What do I care if the work is completed? It's enough work having to be in this atrocious choice of garb.

[He was fully prepared to be stubborn about his contributions when it came to working on this job. He didn't want to be here, and he felt wrongly accused.]

Seriously? You're bitching about your fashion now?

[Her opinion is already low, but it's somehow falling further...]

These are atrocious. Would you work in one of these like some prisoner?

[It was only the sentenced that had to don these! They somehow managed to make him look jaundices and gaunt, which... might also be part of his recovery from the wish seed.]

Yeah, I would. I lived on the streets for long enough that I know what a luxury having clothes at all is.

[She folds her arms, staring at him. Also she transformed back at some point now that the fire risk is out!]

You aren't the only one. These clothes would make you a target on the street.

[He was still smoking his cigar, dropping ash to the ground whenever he felt the urge to do so. That they had similar life stories growing up did not seem to ingratiate him to her and vice versa.]

I expect you'd steal clothing with less likelihood to have you seen skulking in the shadows.

I stole what I could get. The discount rack at secondhand stores. Stuff that wouldn't be missed. I wasn't picky about what it looked like.

[... well, that's not entirely true. While she was homeless, the one thing that got her through the day was a little stash of nicer clothes. Stuff she could look girly in. But...

Well, that doesn't matter anymore.]

And I didn't start setting fires, either.

What does it matter if it was missed? You take what you can get away with when opportunity presents itself.

[He sounded unconvinced about Fauna's description of thieving, but then again, perhaps the world in which she existed allowed for such pickiness at times. They all came from different places and acquired different skills.

The corner of his lips tugged in a sneer again.]

Neither did I. The fire was set and spreading before I ever arrived. Remember: accusations with facts, girl.

Okay, here's facts: You admitted you "fanned the flames". You made the problem worse instead of helping.

[The theft conversation can wait for another time. For now, she's just happy to have sort of gotten one up on him.]

I was under the influence of an affliction not of my making. Should I be held accountable when I wasn't in my right mind in the first place? If anything, you should be in my place.

[See that? Blame shifted. Silco was perfectly willing to unhelpfully take no responsibility for this while blaming everyone else.]

You don't know how those Seeds work at all. They don't make you do anything- They just give you the power to act on what you wanted to do.

[Okay, maybe the Beast's influence made them different, but she doesn't think well enough to know that.]

Anything you did there, it was still your desires.

You're right, I don't. They were apparently just scattered about for anyone to accidentally be afflicted by. Your failure cost me self control.

[He had built a reputation here, and now look at him? Sentenced like filth from the undercity all over again. Oh how he would rise above it all; he lost control when he wanted to, not because some ingrate lost control of their own world's power.]

You understand you arguing with me does not incline me to work, yes?

Not like you were ever going to do any work anyway.

[She doesn't even look bothered.]

You're the kind who makes everyone else do your work for you. Like hell you'd ever bother to do your work anyway when you can make the skinny kid do it instead.

[He did not bother to deny the statement as it was the truth. There was a reason that he amassed as much wealth as he had here and back home.]

Welcome to Capitalism. How much would I have to pay for you to work for me?

This is why I hate people like you. There's no price you can pay that would buy me.

[There was a distinct cold smile that turned his lips.]

Everyone has a price. That's the way of the world.

My price is justice.

[Stares defiantly at him.]

You want me to work for you? Then start working for justice. Make lives better than you found them. Make the world a better place. Then I'd consider it.

So to you, I can't be bought.

June Sentencing

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