EVENT LOG: BOTTOM OF THE RIVER

[nextnightmods]

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

[immortalaccursed]

[It might be true, but he'd been unable to help people when the flooding was most violent. Napping, obsessing over his younger brother having been here, feeling sorry for himself, and seething with aimless rage all took up a lot of his time.]

There might be people who are only now venturing forth from their shelters.

Like yours truly!

If not people, we may at least be able to locate some supplies.

[vampirella]

( god, mood. brooding about how life served you wrong, obsessively fixating on a past that's long since gone, and being so peripherally angry constantly really took it out of you. required a lot of angry naps. good to know it's a common reaction outside of catgirls.

she props her chin in one hand and twirls dark-tipped fingers through the storm, charming eyeroll truly lost on the guy way too far out to see it. )

Can't wait to see all the useful things you fish up, sailor. ( he's full of shit, but it's exaggerated enough to almost be amusing, so she'll dryly play along. )

[immortalaccursed]

Nor I! Imagine the wealth of footwear I could dredge up.

[He leans forward against the pole and lifts an arm out.]

I know it is uncouth of me to ask, but what size are your boots, my lady? Perhaps I can put some drowned pairs aside for you.

[vampirella]

( oof. the word "uncouth" used unironically. Is she back in the 1880s? )

A seven. See if you can find me some converse or combat boots.

( whoever said beggars can't be choosers have clearly never been bold enough to try. )