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EVENT LOG: BOTTOM OF THE RIVER
EVENT LOG:
BOTTOM OF THE RIVER
characters: everyone.
location: everywhere.
date/time: april 15-30.
content: preparation begins, and rain falls.
warnings: n/a. please cw tags appropriately.
an early warning: april 15-17
When someone goes to check the readings at the weather station in mid-April, they notice something - an immense low-pressure system incoming in just a few short days. Looks like rain on the horizon, although it isn’t immediately clear how long it will last or how much will fall - but it seems like spring has come to Beacon, and April showers bring May flowers, right?
Better get to work.
into the water: april 18-30
Thick clouds obscure the light from the stars. The air grows thick with humidity, and soon, showers begin to fall. It’s gentle at first - a pleasant sound as the drops hit the earth and tap out patterns on the roofs.
This only lasts an hour or two before the heavens seem to open up, letting loose sheets of pounding rain that make it hard to see more than twenty feet ahead of you. The sound is immense and deafening, and you find yourself shouting over the noise as you scramble to make the last of your modifications, find your friends, and take shelter.
Within days, the water falling constantly off of the edges of the rooftops has begun to dig trenches in the soil, and the river swells and overtakes its own banks. Town becomes a moving stream of water that threatens to knock you over and take you with it, and entire sections of Beacon are cut off from each other as you find yourself unable to cross the former banks of the rivers even through flight. Torches get swept away, bridges collapse, and buildings begin to crumble.
Were you prepared?
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Rosinante | OTA
After the news passes through town of the incoming storm, Rosinante sets to work - first, digging out the trenches he maintains around The Invincible after their first flood and that have been dug subsequently deeper to provide some amount of cover from attacking spirits after the siege. It's hard work, especially as he still hasn't fully healed from what the spirits did to him last, and he's soon panting and covered in sweat. As he pauses to take a break, he flags down whoever walks by with a wave of his lit cigarette.
"Hey. You heard the news, right? Do you have the safety check-in app?"
The Flood: 1 (Apr. 18-22)
This is some rain, all right. Rosinante staggers in through the front door of The Invincible, dripping like a mop (which his hair rather resembles at the moment) and slumps into a seat. There's still so much work to do and it has him ranging out farther from the tavern as he attempts to help shore up defenses around the general store and the church - but as the water falls without ceasing, it has gotten so much harder to get from one building to the next. He tries to light a cigarette on the torch at the bar, but the stub of paper and tobacco is too soggy and doesn't catch.
He glares at it, then turns his head toward the floor sharply as his feet suddenly feel abruptly colder. A flood of water rushes through The Invincible's door, meaning the trench must have filled - and now it sweeps across the room in a rush of ankle-deep muddy water. "Shit - help me out!" he shouts as he goes to see if there's anything to be done, but perhaps the flood is just inevitable.
Network: Apr. 20 | @ silent
We're holding things together here at The Invincible. How are the rest of you doing out there?
The Flood 2: (Apr. 23-30)
An immense crack and thunderous crash is heard outside. The storm rages on. Was that the sound of trees falling? A building collapsing? Rosinante thinks it's more likely the latter, but peering through a window in a second-floor room that's currently serving as a general hangout and storage spot shows nothing helpful. It is pitch black outside, and lantern light from indoors only illuminates the eternal raindrops. The ground floor is thoroughly flooded and while maybe some can swim in and out, he's not about to risk it.
"Wonder what that was?" he murmurs aloud, then sorts through a box of supplies. "Did anyone grab a deck of cards?"
Or they could play some other sort of game, or listen to music. It's killing him, having to sit here and wait as the water seems to just rise and rise forever.
Flood 1
They poke their head out of the kitchen, sandwich in hand, and twitch in surprise and alarm at the sight of the water.
Cue stuffing more sandwich into their mouth as they jog-- or rather, splash-- after Rosinante.
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Preparations
Huh. With him down there, they're almost the same height. "Here, let me give y'all a hand," he says, hopping into the trench himself. "I heard it too, yeah."
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@haein
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flood 2
she's hesitant to stray too far from matthew's side, but he's not far from where rosinante is situated, so after she makes sure he's resting comfortably for the time being, she makes her way over to him. ]
Are you married to cards, or would something else work? [ she doesn't have cards and doesn't know who would, but she's sure some sort of game could be played on the device or with a pen and piece of paper. ]
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flood 2
[Newt pokes his head through the door, having heard Rosinante's question on his way down the hallway. Was he talking to him? He heard something about a deck of cards.
He debates heading back to his apartment—he's drenched after basically swimming back from the lab, but then, what does it matter? Everything is wet anymore. He'd rather be soaked and entertained than soggy and bored.]
Oh, like, games? We could place bets on what just busted. Fifty bucks says it was the town hall clock tower.
[This is not a good game.]
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Preparations
But Rosinante's been level enough. He'll give him a moment to make his case.
"The... app." Ephrim's eyebrows furrow, thinking. He thinks he remembers seeing something on the network's bulletin board for that, but he'd relegated that to when he'd have enough time sit down and properly figuring out how "downloading" works. "The addition to the tablet's functionality from a few weeks ago. I hadn't gotten around to it, no."
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Bucky/Soldat | OTA
Frankly, Soldat doesn't know a lot about how to read the weather. They know what the smell of rain is like, know how to tell how likely rain or snow is to be coming from this or that cloud bank, but that will show up far too late to do much good here, and even then, it's been raining on and off for weeks now. Everything smells like rain.
So it's someone else who translates the data from the weather station, and Soldat who just takes it seriously. They spend their free time for a few days-- skimping a little on sleep-- helping to move supplies from the bottom floor of the Invincible and from the general store upstairs. The bonfire gets split into dozens of torches and carried to higher ground. They haul their trunk from the cabin, full of their most precious things (and all their clothes and weapons), to the Invincible as well.
And they beg, plead, and guilt Misty into coming with them, which is honestly the harder task.
II. Storm Breaking
Soldat is outside when the rain starts, pausing to stare up at the clouds, looking for lightning or thunder-- then jogging for one more load of goods from the general store, getting soaked for their trouble. They stump inside with hair plastered to their head and dripping everywhere, a basket of blankets and loaves of bread (under the blankets, so they're not gross and wet) and the last couple sewing kits under one arm.
"I'm going to make some stew," they say to whoever else is just inside, shifting the basket to wring out their ponytail. "And towel the fuck off. Jesus, it's raining cats and dogs out there." You know what, they'd forgotten they knew that idiom...
III. Storm Shelter
Soldat is antsy. Not even during the blizzard had they been this hemmed in, unable to go out and patrol, unable to do more than pace the halls and stairwells. It makes them edgy, jittery, even irritable. They play music from their tablet, they scribble in a rapidly-filling notebook in corners by the light of their lantern, they growl at their solitaire, and they don't sleep as much as they should. Or eat as much as they should, since supplies might well be thin for a while.
A little plastic ghost drifts after them when they pace in the hallways, or sit on any table they sit at. Occasionally it rattles little plastic chains and bobs up at down, at which point Soldat will pause and give the top of its head a little pet. Yes, Soldat has a pet ghost figurine. It's harmless, if a bit creepy.
Finally, four days into the flooding, they say, "I'm going out. Check on other buildings." They can swim. Their arm is heavy enough to keep them from being swept away. It'll be fine.
IV. Checking Neighbors
When it gets too bad inside, Soldat goes outside. Sure, it requires swimming a lot of the time, but they're strong, and heavy, and both things help them keep control over their direction. The water is too strong at the rivers to check on the village or the museum, but they grab onto the roof of the general store, peer into the windows of the church, and look in on the town hall and post office.
They collect any debris or goods floating on the current to haul someplace more useful, and anyone else out and about gets a hand back to the Invincible or the church, as well.
III
He's no good at waiting either.
Jason was about to head back to the roof -- the storm doesn't really bother him -- but he stops when he sees Soldat going to leave as well. He glances at a window and then over to the door, "I'll come too."
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I will fetch something for you.
( They can't very well let Soldat track water all over the inn. )
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Rosinante calls from the hallway, having just emerged to try and find something to eat from their stockpile. It looks a bit like he might have just woken up, too - he blinks at the added light from Soldat's lantern, and he clearly hasn't really bothered yet to do much more than throw on a sweater and comb fingers through his hair. Makeup can wait, his stomach is insistent.
"Seems like hell out there, all that water's pretty deep. You have a plan on where you're even going to head to?"
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i. april 16-18th. ota.
iii. april 23rd. network (@ ephrim). ota.
iv. wildcard
iii. @haein
[ Right?? It's mostly an educated guess... And is this really the time to worry about a dog? ]
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iii. text @ Soldier
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@meg | iii
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@ELVIRA
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When the news spreads to Fjord, he redoubles his patrols immediately. His own routes take him around most of the accessible rivers, and he's keeping as close an eye as he can on their heights to make sure he'll be able to tell if they start flooding early. He sure won't object to company on his route - but he won't talk quite as much while they're on it, save for with a few certain people.
He trusts the others when they start digging trenches and filling bags with sand and dirt to make barricades, and he doesn't hesitate in helping out. He's humming something quiet and rhythmic under his breath as he works on filling sacks, heedless of how dirty he gets. "Y'all mind passing me a fresh one?" he'll ask whoever's in his line of sight when he starts stitching off a full bag.
The Flood: April 18 - 21
Fjord's been in storms at sea before. It's a common enough occurrence, inevitable in his former career, and easy enough to weather if your crew was properly prepared.
Beacon was, as far as he could tell, as prepared as they could have been, and the sheer ferocity of the storm still bowls him over every time he steps outside the Invincible.
Until one time when it's Masaomi that does it, and he stumbles with the force of how hard the kid accidentally tackles him, and Fjord grabs his shoulder to keep from falling over completely. "Be careful, partner," he grumbles over the noise.
The Flood 2 The Floodening: April 22 - 30
It's not the river that gets him. Not immediately, at least. Fjord just didn't know about the tunnels under the church - not until the wet mud judders under his feet, making him pause in alarm with his arms full of sandbags, and a hot second later collapses under him and sends him tumbling.
He loses the sandbags, but by some miracle he manages to
not break more fucking ribsscramble madly down the collapse and somehow escape unscathed, albeit breathless, spooked and filthy. Which is fine, until a thunderous rushing makes him look up, just in time to see water flood every side of the hole at once and a huge, entire tree fall--And that's the last thing he remembers clearly, because the next thing Fjord knows he's coming to on the edge of a floodplain with a splitting headache and a face that, when he grips it to stop the world spinning dreamily around him, burns with the hot intensity of a fresh injury. And when he tries to stand, his ears ring so intensely that he falls and stumbles into the side of a building immediately. Not that he knows it, but he's washed up against Lucete Labs.
the flood;
"Sorry," he shouts over the wind. The way he's keeping his face down ensures that it sounds like a mumble anyway. "I gotta go."
With that, he ducks out of Fjord's grip, ready to take off into the storm once more. You know, the opposite of being careful.
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Preparations
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Post Flood 2?
Sounds good!
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Flood 3 Soldat Tattled? inbox/ voice
Soldat tattling is so funny
ikr
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Fitz Kreiner | OTA | will match format
At first Fitz wonders why news of a bit of rain is causing so much activity. Then he remembers reading about the previous flood and flails around a little bit for something he can do to help. Things look pretty set for manual labor around the Bonfire, he's not liking the idea of wandering too far, what can he do help? It finally occurs to him that maybe the best things to preserve are the records he's been fixated on since arriving, and since no one else seems to be working on the Town Hall, well...
He's just filled up one rucksack from the general store and is working on a valise when it starts. Fitz tilts his head to the right, squints, then looks over his shoulder. Somehow he'd expected a rushing torrent, but the rain hadn't started yet. He gets back to work, trying to keep things in order, but he's going too fast, aware that the rivers are coming faster.
When the rain starts he makes his way back to Invincible again, a bag on each arm and his lantern clutched to his chest. The squall seems to have it out for him in particular and he has to screw his eyes shut and grit his teeth to keep going. Are his feet leading him the right way? He cracks an eyes open and winces, closing it again from the pain.
"Hello?" he calls. "Can someone steer me to the inn, please?"
2 - April 20 - 27 - The Invincible
Fitz is trying - trying - to organize the archives again in the little space he's claimed for the project, but it's so hard to focus. There's one hand clamped hopelessly to his right ear from time to time, else he's in his room on the third story with the door open and his head wrapped in a thin pillow, staring out the window into the tempest gloom.
Later he's pacing the halls, a bit jumpy and agitated, hand going up to his ear and then dropping with a futile curse.
"Oh for Christ's sake, it's never going to stop, is it?"
3 - April 28 - 30
It does end, slowly. The rain and floods ebb, and so does the persistent sound of angry, rushing water in his ear. There's relief in that but also some fretting since he feels like he's missed a lot with his preoccupation.
"Do we know how the rest of town's fared?" he asks in the designated social room, very gently nursing a tiny ration of beer.
wildcard
[ catch him anywhere around North Beacon doing whatever, until the water gets too high. ]
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Stone | OTA
While Stone is not as strong as he once was, he's still big. His winged form gets recruited to lift things to higher floors, help dig run-off trenches, and pile up tree trunks around foundations of the more important buildings. He's seen the aftermath of floods before, he's pretty sure this is how groundlings would protect against them, what would have been needed.
And while he's personally not worried about injury or losing belongings due to flooding, he's happy to help anyone else who would be more at risk than a big dragon-alien who didn't have many possessions at all.
Since the Invincible has plenty of people working at it, he focuses mainly on the downtown area. Which means, when the rivers rise, he's stuck there. Annoying.
II. Network - Voice
[Stone's annoyed voice comes over the network on the first day of actual flooding.]
Hey, just in case anyone wanted to, don't try crossing the rivers. They keep tossing me back even when I fly over them. Literally find myself wing-lengths back as soon as I start flying over one.
Hate to see what it'd do to somebody smaller than me.
III. Search and Rescue
Flying in the driving rain isn't exactly easy, but Stone's done it, and at least there isn't a lot of lightning to contend with. (Being hit by lightning is no fun, though he's done that a couple times before, too.) He flaps heavily around the downtown area, looking for people, spirits, or important-looking goods tossed around by the floodwaters. When he gets tired, he stops flying and just jumps from roof to roof, wings tucked in and rainwater dripping from the ends.
He can't talk like this, but he can dip his three-foot-wide hand down to scoop his target right out of the water, whatever catches his eye, or more appropriately his ears and nose, because in the dark and with his poor eyesight, actually seeing someone clinging to a wall or being tossed around by the waves isn't very likely. Hope you like being carried in the literal palm of someone's hand, whoever you are.
IV. Break Time
When he gets too tired to even jump roofs-- which is pretty quick, to his frustration-- or whenever he's got someone or something to drop off, Stone returns to the Landmark Hotel. He drops onto the roof, opens the roof access with a claw, shifts down, and basically belly-flops inside again. The winged form is much, much sturdier and more enduring than his groundling form, and exhaustion hits him hard as soon as he's back in the more vulnerable shape.
Then it's a half a day of sleeping, eating everything the other residents of the Landmark will let him, and being grouchy but too weak yet to go back out. "I'm fine," he insists in a slightly quavery, even older-sounding than usual voice. "Stop fussing."
network;
How come you always have to be the one who tests that?
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Jason Grace | OTA
Jason hadn't really been up to the weather station, but when the news comes back he figures he might as well check it out. He doesn't know how to read these things, but he does have some personal experience with storms. He can't get to the lighthouse, can't fly much over the tree line, but he wonders if being at the station will give him a vantage point.
Maybe if he can see something on the horizon, maybe if he can understand this, he can...what?
He's the son of Jupiter, but he's never been able to control a storm like that -- even back home. Still, curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself detouring from his usual route to take a peek at the station. What could it hurt?
B. Storm Warning
Jason can be found doing a few things to prepare around Beacon, mostly of the heavy lifting variety. First, it's carrying boxes and crates from the stores into The Invincible, barely winded by the weight or flights of stairs -- he'll nod if he passes you. He's stayed in the Invincible for so long that he's familiar with most of its residents and which rooms are occupied. If you're on the ground floor he may take the time to try to convince you to move rooms or maybe he's standing in an unoccupied room on the second or third floor -- they can store stuff in here right? Or should they set it up in case of emergency -- like a first aid center or something.
Next, it's digging. Lots and lots of digging. He hadn't done it in awhile, but it was definitely something familiar to him from his time at Camp Jupiter. Trenches were a common part of many of the war games and it was one of the duties of the different cohorts to dig and build and prepare for those games. It doesn't take long for this task to make Jason sweaty and dirty and often shirtless -- his multiple scars and the SPQR tattoo on his arm clearly visible for all now.
Lastly, it's taking himself up to the roof and checking for any structural problems: holes, cracks, anything that might lead to leaks. He hadn't noticed any the last few times it rained -- but if this is going to be a bad storm it makes sense to check it now. He notices, while standing up here, that some of the trees nearby could prove to be dangerous if struck by lightning. He doesn't want to knock them down necessarily, but perhaps they should trim some of the branches. He's failed so many times before -- he just wants to make sure they can survive this.
C. Storm Rising
And then it hits. Jason can't remember a time he'd experienced rain this hard or this heavy in his time here -- Camp Jupiter was a nonstarter, the gods tended to give them nice weather unless things were terribly wrong. He finds himself watching it a lot -- from windows that aren't boarded up or, occasionally, risking the roof to look out over things and see what's happening.
It's bad and it only gets worse. Because thanks to Jason's watch, he notices when the rivers go over, washing away bridges, but even more worrying is when he notices water starting to trickle in the area they had stacked high with bags. He makes his way downstairs, "We need to start moving anything on this floor up -- I don't think our trenches or sandbags are going to hold much longer."
D. Rainy Day Activity
It's hard staying indoors -- even harder when the flood waters are creeping in and there isn't much in the way of distraction. Jason does his best though and he may even pull you into it. You may find him with his back to a wall, sketch book propped in his lap and colored pencils scattered around him. Ask him what he's drawing or join him? Occasionally he'll switch to the discarded, scribbled out "bad drawings" and start folding them into familiar shapes to some -- eventually sending paper airplanes floating down the hall.
E. Network |
Just checking in. I've spent most of the day watching the storm and need something else to focus on. I'm not the best artist, but if you have a request I can draw something for you...or if you're in the Invincible we can draw together.
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Jason is one of the few Javert would humor with this. He sketches his picture thoughtfully, not looking up nor speaking even once, except when he notices Jason folding up and tossing a paper airplane across the hall. )
Don't make a mess.
( He says, though not with much rebuke in his voice. For him, that may as well be amiable. )
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network; @bacura
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i swear the name was a coincidence but it was too perfect
hahaha XD I mean this Bucky's never met Hawkeye, so he's safe...
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Storm Rising
Re: Storm Rising
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javert | ota
( At the beginning of the storm, a tall figure can be seen stalking his way through Beacon. Those that know him would be able to recognize his silhouette quite easily, dressed as he is in his long, woolen overcoat, cudgel under his arm, and his hat on his head. Preparations may have begun across town for the oncoming storm, but Javert has not involved himself much with it. He inspected the windows of the Invincible, assuring himself that they will hold against the rain and the wind. Perhaps the same should be done with the other buildings, but there is not so much time for that.
He continues with his patrol until the storm becomes too hazardous. Without thinking, he shelters himself in one of the nearest buildings, dripping wet and soaked straight through. It will take quite a while for him to warm himself, but he doesn't seem to concern himself with that just yet. )
There will be a break in the storm, surely. ( He says, mainly to himself, but also to whoever else may be trapped with him. )
the flood
( Once he's able to return to the Invincible, change out of his waterlogged clothes and set himself to work, he's not in such a terrible mood. The irritability begins shortly thereafter, when he's been trapped inside of the inn for several days. Most of his time is spent in his room, where he does all manner of things that displease him. There is only so much reading he can do before he grows irritated, and stalks his way through the the second and third floor hallways. He stares out the window for long stretches of time — whatever little can be seen through it — not saying anything, but glaring at the rain as if willing it to submit.
He may just wear a hole in the floor, and it may not do much to improve morale, but Javert cares little for that at the moment. )
the downpour
Haein is already trying to dry off in the building when someone else steps inside. He only offers them a quick glance before he's back to shaking the water out of his hair, the scowl on his face an easy indicator that he's upset about being drenched.
It's when he's wringing the water from the end of his shirt that he looks up at hearing the stranger's words. There's a slight pause on his end, and then he's glancing at the nearest window to watch the downpour going on outside. ]
I don't know about that. It's really coming down.
[ As doubtful as Haein sounds, he needs an opening to return to the Landmark. ]
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INTO THE WATER.
carmilla will be in and around the landmark inn.
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It's on one of those ventures that he finds himself stopping short at the sight of someone surrounded on all sides by bottles. Haein pauses in outright confusion at first before his brain catches up with his eyes. Alcohol...?
Gods, someone had the good sense to save the booze. ]
Shit, did you carry the entire bar up here?
[ He draws closer, his gaze sweeping the floor in awe. He should've thought to do the same... The lobby's holding on for now, but there's no telling for how long, so this? This is a genius level move that Haein can respect. ]
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Minimus Ambus
Minimus has locked up his own supplies and assisted others in protecting some buildings, but the nagging thought persists - who is checking in on progress? He has no authority as a bureaucrat to inspect what everyone else is doing, but when has that ever stopped him?
A certain Cybertronian approaches everyone he meets outdoors, not just those he sees actively securing portions of Beacon. "You there," he adds a name, pointing at you with a pen.
"What has been done so far in response to the flood warning?"
Downpour, Shopping Mall
If he were bigger, he could carry more.
Minimus is limited by the size of his arms, not his strength, and the shopping mall has so much inside. At this point, there's no chance he'll be able to run down, grab everything in the shops, and run to higher ground. The water is infiltrating the building faster than he can run.
"This isn't- Where do I fix the plumbing?" He shouts at the hallway in no one in general.
Deluge, western area of Beacon
He's not completely alone. There are plenty of people at the Landmark Inn and elsewhere on this side of the river, but socialization is not his priority. He's one of the few that doesn't have to breath.
Mostly, this means, standing outside and checking his table for calls for help, walking underwater to search for sunken supplies (and lanterns), and doing any last-minute rescues. Something could always go wrong. There's never time to rest, especially not during a disaster.
Before the flood
"Hey, Minimus. So far, been trying to keep the trench around The Invincible maintained to help keep water out. Right now, I'm on my way to grab more spare bedsheets and clothes. We have people making sandbags for the buildings that aren't so well-defended. Pudding and a few others have been in charge of waterproofing food and other supplies and moving them off the floor, and I just saw Cao Pi head toward the bonfire to help account for torches." At this last statement he looks toward the fire, where a few others seem to be gathering based on the twinkle of lanterns through the rain.
"Not bad here. Have you heard from other parts of town?"
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Ardyn Izunia, Around Landmark Inn | OTA
[After the warning goes out, Ardyn does not respond much at all. It's unfortunate, sure, all of these poor people are about to have months of work swept away, but he doesn't feel attached to this land enough to care.
He prepares his suite at the Landmark Inn for incoming water damage as much as he can then decides to just watch how everyone else reacts to the imminent natural disaster.
He can be found drinking at the bar or wandering around outside the hotel.]
Into the Water
[After the floods come Ardyn spends most of his time bolted up in his room. As time passes, however, he starts to venture out just to relieve the boredom.
This time he finally decides to be helpful and can be found standing atop floating debris, using a long branch as a push pole.]
into the water
He's nursing a sprained wrist and a pulled shoulder muscle which aren't too severe but the thing is, Haein's never had to deal with this kind of pain for too long before. It's what sends him looking for something to numb the ache with, and why he spots the stranger floating on debris. ]
What the hell are you doing?
[ He can't help but ask. ]
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Floods. He knows how to handle those. Living near the the ocean and a river, Tazmily had to have a plan in case the rains get heavy enough to flood the village. Duster has several empty barrels rolled out into the town center, towards the lake. And slowly drops one in.
"Do you think we could make some tar to seal all of these?" He asks as this one begins to slowly, slowly sink after several minutes. There must be a hole somewhere hidden there.
Into the Water, Greenhouse
It's been days since Duster communicated on his tablet. It's quiet, out here on this part of the river. It's wet and his arm is broken and it's quiet now that it's stopped raining.
But can anyone get through this flood?
He can at least operate the tablet with one hand, as slow as it might take.
"Hello?" He strains to speak into the mic. "Hello? Is there anyone near the greenhouse?"
Greenhouse, at a distance, sob... POOR DUSTER
"I'm here, but I'm on the wrong side of the river. I'm not sure of anyone over by the Greenhouse. Is something wrong?"
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matt murdock. OTA
RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY.
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You didn't. [ it's said with mild affection, although she's fairly certain that treeby tolerates her at best even when she's not poisoned by green eyed spirit blood. she shifts anyway, making room for both it and matthew on the couch she's currently occupying, piling the blanket he'd gotten for her in her lap. ]
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@haein
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Sora | OTA
ii. april 21st. network @ langit. open.
iii. wildcard.
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[He's pretty sure some of them can survive a bit of heavy rain, but others could drown if he looks away from five seconds.[
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II. text @ Soldier
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Pudding | OTA
Pudding goes to work the moment the news reaches her. She's already been worrying over supplies and recipes, losing sleep every few nights as the reality of limitation sinks in. Her home was a land of plenty, down to buildings made of biscuits and fashion spun from chocolate. So the idea of having to feed more than fifty people in a month with supplies from a single ferry...
And now this? She goes straight to the larder of The Invincible, opens several blank notepad instances across all three slates of her tablet screens to begin taking inventory. On the second day she thinks to make a network post. By the third she's emptied the B&B and gotten nearly every crumb from the first floor of the inn to the second or third.
This isn't her usual element, but she takes the reins as hard as she can, documenting everything, directing rope nets and slings for securing inventory, lining containers and wrapping foods and showing others how to do the same, how to balance a packing crate with all the skill that comes from balancing sky-high food displays.
For most of it she remains her same sweet self, if a little firm, maybe a little curt. But drop a package of produce hard enough to make it bruise, fumble a carefully-packed crate, goof off or do something stupid within her line of vision?
"What the fuck is your problem!?" That goes beyond snap and into snarl, sugary sweetness gone in favor of the brusqueness and sour tone one might hear from a baseball bat-wielding delinquent skipping school. "Is this a game to you?"
II. Down Came The Rain
They're running out of time.
Two, three days? Wasn't enough. They got so much food out of dangerous places, unfortified places, but there's always more coming in, and always the chance that the water might get too high...
Most of it's upstairs. The rain is pouring. It's just a few things left, really - cans, a few sacks that she's pretty sure she's waxed and waterproofed properly, a couple loaves of bread and wrapped tureens that just came from the school cafeteria this morning, bless the spirit's heart-soul-or-whatever - but they're still down here and if she can just wrap them up in a couple baskets they can get up there -
And then the walls groan.
The door doesn't just burst open, it's torn from its hinges, and Pudding shrieks as the water cascades in, sweeping her off her feet and then under and oh god oh god oh god everything hurts! She screams underwater with each smash against her torso, blind and choking and scrabbling weakly against the side of the bar, tears mixing with the dirty floodwater until a hand grasps firmly around her wrist and hauls her out. She'll figure out it's Soldat eventually; for now all she can do is cough and gag and sob and choke out the words " - the food - " when she can get a breath.
She spends the next few hours huddled in the hall on the third floor, shivering under a blanket and eyeing the bottom of the stairs. Still trying to direct traffic, still hollering hoarsely whenever she thinks she hears someone that it's safer upstairs.
III. Washed Out
Pudding's spending most of her time in a blanket-turned-poncho she managed to sew up. Most of her clothes were in the B&B, and she just... didn't think about that while she was busy with food preparations. So now it's borrowed pajamas from the bureaus of empty rooms and hiding how silly she feels under an old dusty-pink quilt. At least she's warm? So far the upper floors have held, the nets have held, and the fresher foods she packed into a few bureaus she had bolted to the wall upstairs have fared well enough to feed everyone. She still feels silly. And the pounding rain still sounds terrifying - what of it she can hear. She tries to keep a wall on her left side whenever possible, after the first time someone walked by her and she slapped them hard enough to hurt her hand in reflex.
"How are you holding up?" she asks as she brings someone weak coffee, more for the chill than the caffeine. As though she's not the one who needs someone to ask her that.
II
There's somebody still down here, shit.
They swing back down and into the water, hitting it and sinking immediately, grabbing first the stair rail, then launching over to the bar, and following the sound of a beating heart in the madness of the surging water.
There. Soldat makes a mad grab with the flesh hand, catches a wrist, and curls around it, themselves, metal hand holding tight to the bar to keep them steady until the worse of the wave passes and they have a chance of getting her to the stairs.
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