They don't make jukeboxes like they used to...

[rememory]

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To reach the unreachable staaaaaaaaaar....

From the kitchen that she'd designated as the focal point for de and reconstruction, Sabine barked, "Mimi!" and then choked out a laugh that was half a sob. Man of La Mancha had always been one of Byron's favorite musicals.

"What? You can't build without music and you don't have a boombox!"

"No one has a boombox anymore. Don't make me regret manifesting you." She shook a finger at the showgirl ghost who was lounging on the back of the couch like it was a baby grand.

Unrepentant, Mimi went on singing,

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star.

"I love that line, don't you?" Mimi teased not just Sabine but Scott, even though he was out of earshot.

"Zip it, or it's Tsura's turn," Sabine snapped, cringing at the reference to their chaste, but far less than pure love.

"What was that?" Scott emerged from the next-door apartment through the hole he'd put between them to make testing the walls for support beams easier. There were two more like it in the filthy foursquare they'd chosen to turn into a community area -- for the time being.

"Nothing. Mimi was just asking your favorite musical so she could sing for you. Isn't that right, Mimi?" Mind-to-ghost she sent #Don't even contradict me.# Forbidding it with power was the simplest of her abilities, but Sabine didn't abridge her free will.

Mimi just laughed and laughed, sticking to Impossible Dream until the next person joined them Then she started in on songs from Annie:

It's a hard knock life for us!
It's a hard knock life for us!

Sighing, Sabine shot Scott and the newcomer an apologetic look then shrugged helplessly. "It's not like she's wrong."

[ooc: Gathering post! Sabine and Scott are clearing out a group of four apartments to start with to make a communal kitchen, dining, sitting area on level D. Mimi is audible and vaguely visible as a holographic figure of a showgirl with an indistinct face. She won't interact unless you ping me and ask for her. Will, Molly, Marie, Jack, Sebastian, Nick, Porthos, Maggie, all got a message inviting them for potluck and construction. Anyone else can have heard from them or have seen the 'excuse our dust' sign and stop by. Feel free; all are welcome. Tag Sabine with a note in the subject line; all other tags are top levels.]

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Sabine

[du_vallon]

Porthos isn't entirely sure about this place yet, but he's not one to turn down kindness. When he gets the invitation, he heads over to find a very strange figure. Ducking around it, he tries not to pay too much attention as he seeks out Sabine, grateful for the excuse to get out of his own head.

"So, is this a normal thing for you?" he wonders, once he's found the woman.

Re: Sabine

[rememory]

"This?" Sabine asked in French with a warm laugh that softened into a kind smile. "Do you mean the construction, or my aim to feed the masses?" Still smiling, she reached out to put a hand to his forearm, a touch of greeting, nothing more. "The former, not so much. The latter... I admit to cooking when I'm out of sorts, particularly if I have neither a camera nor paint and canvas." After a moment's pause and with a brightness in her eyes that suggested playfulness, "Hello to you to Porthos. I'm very glad you decided to come."

Re: Sabine

[du_vallon]

"It's not like I was that occupied elsewhere," he points out, trying not to sound bitter about the fact that he's as stuck here as he'd been the day before and the day before that. He dislikes being so far away from the people he loves and he doesn't mean to take it out on anyone here, but it's a sort of hard thing to ignore. "We'll see how long I stay," he jokes, still in French. "Depends on the food. I'm not a half bad chef myself, you know."

Re: Sabine

[rememory]

"Oh?" Sabine's eyes sparkled with warm delight. "Then we'll have to cook together. I imagine you have recipes I've never heard of." And she (and Sal) always liked to learn. Pleased for the opportunity to talk food, she tipped her head toward where she'd been putting the finishing touches on the meal. "There's nothing fancy today. Just well-seasoned, filling and nutritious. Will you come taste?"

Re: Sabine

[du_vallon]

"I've got a couple up my sleeve," he agrees with a warmth in his tone, thinking of all the wonderful things he'd learned to cook for Athos and Aramis, all to make them happy with no other goal in mind. He gestures forward to where she's leading him. "I'll taste anything you want me to try."

Re: Sabine

[rememory]

"Excellent. I can always use a good taste-tester. Cooking's a family tradition--" For her and Em, anyway. "My cousin and I cook together for holidays and birthdays and whenever people are upset and need somewhere to gather and talk," she explained as she led him toward the actual kitchen in use.

"That's what made me think to do this. At the castle...where we live at home, we have a big shared kitchen. Whenever there's a battle, or someone's hurt and we're worried, someone starts cooking and pretty soon there's five or six of us and everyone else is eating and talking and laughing or crying. It's nice. I figured we could use something like that here."

ooc: so so sorry for the delay. Life went a little crazy for awhile.