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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[thewinterlady]

"Why not? I mean it's not like a lot of us have anywhere else to be." Molly said. "Work isn't exactly forthcoming at the moment."

[rememory]

"What kind of work do you do--" Sabine tipped her chin and flipped a hand playfully toward the wall Molly'd been demolishing. "--when you're not in construction?"

[thewinterlady]

"Does being a faerie queen count?" Molly said, eyebrows raised. "Honestly, I barely finished high school. I was a nanny for a while though. I think I could do something with that."

[rememory]

"It certainly sounds like a lot of work," Sabine replied, curiosity piqued if nothing else. "Are you Fae? Or was that some sort of magical bargain you got the wrong end of?"

She couldn't help thinking of Illyana and how Belasco had abused her. Molly didn't have that same tragic air, but that could be misleading.

[thewinterlady]

"I wasn't Fae." Molly said, smiling ruefully. "And thankfully I'm not fully Fae now, but I have Fae power. I didn't realise I was being tricked and before I knew it, bam, Winter Lady, one of the three queens of Faerie. At least in my world." She shrugged. "It just means I have to deal with that power on top of my own magic. I do, for the most part."