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

[policier]

( That's something they'll have to disagree on, then. Javert sees little point in arguing about it, as it won't make anyone more obedient. He falls silent for a while, staring down at the stove, his demeanor one of discontent and severity. )

We best begin conserving our supplies.

( He begins, putting voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing him, )

We don't yet know how long this may last.

[worthallthis]

Yes. That's why I'm making the stew.

[Javert might remember it from the siege in November. Soldat spent a lot of time perfecting the spice and ingredient balances, and working out how best to make limited supplies last as long as possible. Back then, they kept a big pot of it in the kitchen at all times. Might as well do the same now.]

It's filling but it stretches ingredients. We can use fresh first, save canned for later.

[They don't sound terribly worried yet, though. It's an event. Those only last a couple weeks. Surely this will be over by the first of the month. Soldat has fixed onto this pattern. Surely it will continue.]

[policier]

You needn't spare any for me.

( He doesn't need food to sustain him, so long as he continues to sleep and to drink. How does he know? Because he's done it before, in the beginning, when he was too depressed to consume anything more than a small piece of bread. )

Make certain the others take some, though, and yourself.

[worthallthis]

Why not you?

[They look vaguely baffled in Javert's direction. Sure, people can go without one of the three... but it isn't optimal, either.]

[policier]

Because I don't need it! I am dead, what difference does it make?

( It's not as if he eats much. Even when he was still alive, and he had to, he only ate as much as was necessary. He never made much on a policeman's salary, living right on the edge of poverty, and so he could not afford the indulgence. )

[worthallthis]

[That's the dumbest rationalization they've ever heard, and they know Steve Rogers. (And ourselves. And ourselves. Yes..)]

Sir. By that reasoning. We're all dead so none of us should need it. You're not any more dead than me or Miss Pudding or Misty.

[policier]

That is what I mean. It is an unnecessary indulgence, and I am hardly deserving of it.

( He still feels as if he needs to punish himself, since God nor anyone else will do it for him. )

[worthallthis]

[Oh. That's a different thing entirely, ain't it. Soldat looks thoughtful for a moment, stirring ingredients into the soup stock.]

Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not really good at telling who deserves what. Not my place. But we still work best if we eat. Can't focus if we're hungry. Yeah?

[policier]

There is little for me to do.

( And perhaps that's the main source of his frustration. He's only just returned from the outside, the wind and the rain cutting his usual patrol short, and leaving him cold and soaked. Javert hates leaving a job unfinished, and he scowls at the other man, though it lacks bite. )

Your insistence is irritating.

[worthallthis]

[Soldat takes the rebuke with a duck of their head, but not a full shut-down, or even a partial one. Apparently Javert has earned enough trust that he can be annoyed without making them think he needs placated to avoid punishment. Wow, that's. That's kinda important, isn't it.]

Then I'll stop. I'm sorry.