EVENT LOG: BOTTOM OF THE RIVER

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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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Comments

[vampirella]

( look, if Meg isn't going to comment on it, Carmilla is not going to go out of her way to explain it. hell even if she was directly asked, she probably would not go out of her way to explain it. it is what it is and any time she's ever tried to make excuses for her vampiric superpowers, it's always been super obvious. better to just not, if she doesn't have to. )

Go for it, ( Carmilla says, waving a hand dismissively at the pile that she's been swearing at instead of moving. ) What's the point of this, anyway? If it's going to be as bad as everyone is saying, this is going to last us all of a day. Maybe less.

( they don't have what they need to truly protect the building. and if they did, maybe one or two of them, certainly not the whole town. it's a waste of time and a waste of energy, and Carmilla has never been great at doing things even for a great cause. it's even harder when she feels like it's ultimately pointless. )

[bigtoughgirl]

[ vampires would actually be something new to encounter for her, though she's not unfamiliar with the concept. people eating other people isn't exactly popular and those who participate are usually doing it as a power play and not because they need human blood to survive, but that's neither here nor there.

all things considered, she'd prefer not to be eaten if she was given the choice, but being used as a juicebox sounds way better than being the holiday turkey replacement.

anyway, meg goes to retrieve a sandbag from the indicated pile, hefting it over her shoulder. ]

Maybe they'll use that time to figure out a better plan.

[vampirella]

( truthfully, once she connects the dots of Meg's background, she'll be interested in digging in a little deeper on what supernaturals were like in ancient greece. Carmilla is old, but not that old. even Mattie couldn't give her perspective on things before BC, and her sister wasn't much to dwell on history when she could engage in the present, anyway. Carmilla has always been fascinated by history, and specifically supernatural history — first hand perspective from someone that lived it would be fascinating, especially to a girl who finds so little in life to be interested by.

Meg wanders over to tug another sandbag from the pile, Carmilla just flumps against it, dark head falling back against the uncomfortable wall. )

Once the water is here, there's no time for a plan B. ( sorry, she's just being a negative brat, Megara. she might have a point, but, it's not helpful to sulk and complain. )

[bigtoughgirl]

[ her perspective is especially unique, since she'd been toiling for the lord of the underworld prior to her actual death. it's still something of a culture shock to not be there now, especially since everything in beacon, while rustic, is still way more modern than she's used to. things being solely lit by torches is at least familiar.

the girl slumps against the pile instead of taking on the substantial load meg's already seen her handle, and her eyes roll as she adjusts the one she's carrying. ]

And yet, you're here helping.

[ well, not at the moment, but still. ]