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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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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.