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Who: Meg, Open
When: Day 52
Where: The Park
What: Repairing a gazebo

Sure, Mayor Creepazoid had decided to form a reconstruction group for the damage caused by the Jolly Green Giant, but that didn't mean Meg was going to sit idly by while some morons manhandled her angel’s favourite little hiding spot. She might've been willing to make an exception if they were all gorgeous hunks who would need to remove their shirts halfway through, but the likelihood of getting a full team of hunks in this place was minimal.

Which probably explained why she was in the park, by the remains of the gazebo trying to figure out how the hell to fix it up. Give her a victim and tell her to torture them in creative ways? No problem. Give her a broken gazebo and some spare materials? Problem. She was a demon. Not a carpenter or a joiner or... whoever the hell built gazebos. But other than a demon she was also ~~smitten with a certain angel~~ a determined, headstrong individual. And if she said she was going to mend the gazebo then she was damn well going to mend the gazebo.

"How hard can if be? If guys can do it, it must be easy..."

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Despite having had at least one tree torn from the earth, and having been the site of a rather one-sided showdown between two very angry green people, besides the wrecked gazebo it was hard to tell there'd been a fight at all. Ivy had been hard at work the day after her encounter with Banner (she refused to call it the Hulk), pouring the energy she would have liked to use to tear the man limb from limb into repairing the damage he'd caused and the disarray she'd generated to resist him. If anything, now it was in a better state than before, the grass a little brighter and the tree trunks tangled with slender vines blooming small flowers that should have had little business coming out when the air was so cold.

The plants let her know about the visitor to the park, and she climbed down to investigate. By the time she reached the site of the former gazebo, it was clear what the woman standing there was intending to do.

"If guys can do it, it's effortless."

Meg glanced at the newcomer; a normal person might've been taken back by her appearance, but then Meg was hardly normal. She was a demon, she saw all kinds. As long and Little Miss Greeny wasn't going to go psycho stomping like the Jolly Green Giant, things would be fine.

She turned her attention back to the gazebo. She had managed to sort the material that could be salvaged from the material that was only fit for burning. A good start. And she had started mapping out replacement pieces on spare material.

"Absolutely. Anything a man can do, we can do better."

Due to her infamy back home, Ivy was used to people knowing how she looked; after a few double takes around the town, this woman's indifference was more of a relief than anything else.

"Do you know anything about the man we're cleaning up after?"

"The Jolly Green Giant, you mean? Not the first time he's lashed out. Though last time he wasn't giant or green. Still, takes a guy with some strength to be able to throw someone like me around."

Not to toot her own horn, but she was well aware of her own strength. She made no secret of it, either.

"You the one been cleaning up the plants?"

"Yes." Her brow furrowed - she'd previously assumed that being giant and green were both part and parcel of the lashing out. She'd seen the original model now - how much damage could he have done as himself?

"What happened the first time?"

"The whole place took a ride on the crazy train. Mass hallucinations. He threw a few of us around like little raggy dolls. Fun times."

Of course, the original make and model was much easier to hurt in return. Meg had been surprisingly good, she had only fought back enough to defend herself rather than destroy him.