[ota] pride is not a substitute for knowing how to swim

[messire_messer]

Spades on the third floor of the east wing apartments would have woken to a passing pounding on each of their doors early in the morning. Raphael's already long gone before they've poked their heads through the doors to answer, tapping at any wooden furniture and practically singing as he goes.

Well. Not really singing. Maybe a bit of light-footedness, though.

Because it's the Day. The Day of his bridge being completed at last. The previous day had seen sunset with only a few parts left to be nailed into place. Raphael fully intends to impart it with all the ceremony that it deserves.

It's an impromptu party atmosphere. He hadn't intended there to be a much bigger celebration than himself and the people he'd roped into working on the bridge with him, but someone's brought food and there's beer from somewhere. Probably Ben. He'll have to remember to thank him later.

For now there's a jaunty pounding into place of nails and a small balancing act on the rails to proudly declare the bridge to the ruins "OPEN!"

Later he'll be soaked and miserable and have to plan fixing the bridge up from its sudden breaking and dropping him into the ocean. But after all, hubris affects even the worst of men.

[ooc: Minnie will be the one actually saving him, but everyone else can tag before or after.]

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[wouldbetrump]

Clive found Rap a towel and draped it over the man's shoulders as he looked out over the bridge. Well, he supposed that would have to be fixed, really, but he wasn't too sure if Rap was really the one needing to fix it.

"...Project going well?" He asked, despite the evidence to the contrary.

[messire_messer]

"It could be going better," he admitted, sneezing again and pulling the towel tight round his shoulders like a blanket. "I assure you that wasn't meant to happen."

[wouldbetrump]

"Oh, I don't know. Looks like a bit of fun as it is." He said, smirking a little as he slapped Rap on the shoulder lightly. "Accidents happen, my friend. I am just glad you are well and safe."

[messire_messer]

He coughed a bit at the slap, hunching down further as he tried to wring himself dry. "As am I. Is anyone else...?"

It was unclear whether he was asking if anyone else was glad, or if anyone else was safe.

[wouldbetrump]

"Everyone else seems to be fine, yes." He said, smirking down at the other Spade.

"How long do you think it will take to fix it?"

[messire_messer]

"A week," he said, automatically, then grimaced, finally turning his head to look at his bridge. Mostly intact, but given how quickly it had been ruined, perhaps he needed to look it over again. "...perhaps three. To reinspect it."