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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[annnamarie]

Marie had gotten a note. An invitation, which had sent her into spiraling about when to show up, what to wear (well that was easy), and did she had to bring something?

Living life alone was so much easier. But here she was, lingering around the Excuse our dust sign in the outfit she had left for class for, not that long ago. Less than a week ago? Was she seriously going to lounge around until someone found her?

She grabbed the chance when she spotted Sabine. "I'm better at deconstruction?" Ordinary people started with a greeting? "I mean, hi! Hi, Sabine!"

Sabine

[malachai]

Nick snorted out a laugh as he made his way to the communal area, back in his standard issue scrubs for the construction needed. He saw a vague shape next to Sabine and frowned slightly, his mind already thinking Shade but not about to ask it to reveal itself.

"Yeah, well, so long as no one expects me to turn my hair red and badly permed, it's all good. I hear you need some construction work in here?"

[thewinterlady]

Molly had the invite arrive with a gentle tone on the tablet she'd been given and she'd gone mostly out of curiosity. She wasn't about to cook anything. No one deserved to eat her cooking.

She'd arrived to find Sabine and a guy she was introduced to as Scott working on demolishing the walls between two larger apartments. Both were run down, but Molly could see the potential in the space.

Humming along with the ghost girl singing show tunes, Molly rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Sabine

[wgraham]

Will hadn't expected this exact scene when he'd received his invitation, though he wasn't sure what he'd been imagining instead. The only person he could see when he entered the space at first was Mimi, whom Will remembered from their meeting a few days before. Mimi's face shimmered as Will smiled at her, the gesture returned, but she didn't pause in her singing.

He could hear something that sounded like construction, and he assumed Sabine had someone helping her knock down walls to make one large space out of several smaller ones. He wasn't sure how big this gathering was intended to be, but he hoped there wouldn't be too many people. He'd finally purchased some different clothes (the ones he'd gotten back from quarantine were his pajamas) and his glasses had appeared (though Will had no idea how) in one of the drawers in his room a few days ago, so he felt less out of place than he had. Still, he didn't know many people on the station, and he could feel anxiety starting to mount.

"Hello?" he called out, the bottle of wine he'd purchased in the marketplace in hand. Like his better half, Will wasn't known for his cooking; an offering of alcohol was always a better bet where potlucks were concerned.

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.

[cpt_harkness]

Jack had been invited and he'd invited Ianto figuring the more, the merrier. It sounded as if Sabine was inviting a bunch of people from quarantine and Jack figured it just made good sense to get to know what sorts of people had been brought here. Actually, it just made good sense to learn as much about this place as he could in general.

He'd used a few credits and bought some of the hydroponic lobed fruit he'd had when he met Sabine, figuring he had better bring something to the host. That was just good manners. He didn' thave enough credits to blow on booze, but fruit was okay. He guessed.

He'd given it to her with a smile and a warm wish, then began to circulate. Jack was never one to hang back so he spotted a friendly face and decided they needed to know him.

"Hi," he said warmly, his charming smile enough to melt the coldest heart.

For Will, after Will and Scott

[rememory]

Some of Sabine's neighbors who had been on the station rather longer and who had jobs had been generous in their donations to her potluck fund--on the condition that she'd cook enough for them to take some back to their quarters. Embarrassed by the charity, she'd promised to cook for them another time as well, whatever they wanted.

The embarrassment lasted only long enough for her to go to the markets and load up on vegetables. They were beautiful and just the sight of them made her happy. With Sal advising, she selected what she needed that wouldn't come out well from the replicators, and then she'd spent a happy morning putting things together in interesting ways.

When people had been working long enough to build an appetite and Sabine and Marie had wiped down the cooking and eating surfaces, Sabine set to putting the finishing touches on the meal.