Event Log: Fire Festival

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Fire Festival event
Where: All over the city!
When: September 14th-17th
Warnings: Smoke, fire, alas no marshmallows

Honestly, it's probably pure luck that a fire hasn't broken out sooner. All you people with your cooking and your magical fire powers and your explosives, you know? It shouldn't be a surprise that in a city with no fire alarms something will eventually get, well, a little too hot. It's only amazing that this is the first time.

So, are you one of the lucky ones? If you live on the south side of the city, in the houses that recently arrived, you'll probably be fine. You can go chill at the hot springs while everyone else desperately tries to save their homes and shops. Not your problem, right?
Or maybe you're a slightly better person than that, and you head right in to help the injured and stop the fire. Nice!

If you're on the north side of the city, things are going to be a little more urgent. Sure,
you could go chill at the hot springs too, but your house might burn down, or your favorite shop, or one of the nicer landmarks that you've gotten attached to. Maybe you should keep an eye on things - protect your own stuff, save yourself and your friends and pets, and then lend a hand to those in need. All you've got is each other!

► This log covers September 14th-17th.
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Drake Holloway | OTA and closed

[braveoff]

[ for those in need of rescue; OTA ]

Despite only training for this the one day, Drake isn't afraid of the fire. He's a little afraid of the buildings coming down around them, but knows that most of the crew is strong and fast -- hopefully enough that it won't be an issue. He puts on his protective gear and looks to where he's needed most. The tanker trucks are already being manned but there are people trapped on the upper floors of the spires, maybe in the houses. So there. He starts there.

Anyone who needs rescue can hear him calling out through the smoke, searching for the apartments that had people waving in the windows. He can also be found outside on the front lines, gathering his strength between trips.

[ spire 1; closed to Lup ]

Drake has officially pushed himself too far. He's gone in four times after people at the top of the spire, and not only is the structure of the building becoming unstable as the flames creep upwards, the smoke has gotten very thick. That's what gets him. Not the heat, not a weak floor, but the smoke. He coughs harshly even behind the fabric meant to protect him from the worst of the smoke, crouches down and squints through it. His eyes are stinging, and he's feeling decidedly weak and dizzy.

Finally the world fades out and he crumples to the floor of the hallway. It's only a matter of time before the fire catches up to him now and he's good and trapped. If he wakes up again.

People outside may realize that he should have been back by now....

[ the clinic; OTA ]

After being rescued himself, Drake realizes he needs a break for the day. But "break" doesn't really mean break, it means "switching to a less dangerous job." Instead of running into burning buildings he helps ferry the injured between the first aid setup on the front lines and the clinic itself. He rallies to carry those who can't walk, until he wears himself down enough that he needs to stop and sit in the clinic waiting area, sweaty and streaked with soot.

the clinic

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has been busy providing basic first aid to those who need it and basically running errands for whomever needs things at the clinic and trying--emphasis on trying--to provide moral support for not only the clinic workers and those in need of aid

she's briefly distracted by the sight of one of the rescue workers taking a seat in the waiting area, clearly exhausted]

Hey. You need anything? Cup of water, washcloth, something else?

Re: the clinic

[braveoff]

[ Drake lifts his head and manages a smile for the clinic worker -- not someone he's seen before, visiting Liv. Maybe they're just here because of the emergency? ]

Hey. If you can spare both those things, I'll take 'em.

Re: the clinic

[toiletseat_girl]

[she's a clinic worker, but she's still fairly new at it. this is her first disaster and she's thanking her Reaper metabolism since she's being run ragged, but is able to keep up]

Got it. Be right back. [leaves and returns with the cup of water and a damp washcloth] You need anything else? First aid, someone to talk to, whatever?

Re: the clinic

[braveoff]

Thank you. [ Drake reaches for both items, draining the cup quickly and then wiping soot from his face. George will notice that there are some burns and scratches on his hands, but he shakes his head at the offer of first aid. ] I'm sure you've got better things to be doing than keeping me company.

Re: the clinic

[toiletseat_girl]

No problem. [she doesn't press the issue of first aid, figuring that wouldn't be appreciated] I'm technically on break. We have to take 'em, otherwise we'll go nuts. I've got [checks her watch] fifteen minutes.

Re: the clinic

[braveoff]

You're gonna spend a break on me? I'm honored. [ He glances around again as if to make sure she's really not needed right now, then nods. ] How are you holding up?

Clinic

[64th]

Cashmere hides a lot when shit gets weird in Hadriel, but there's not much chance of hiding from the fire so she spends most of her time staked out at the clinic. She makes herself useful by distracting patients, bringing people water, and occasionally bandaging a small wound. Her medical experience is limited to what she learned for the Games, but it's better than nothing.

She takes a seat next to Drake, offering him a glass of water with one hand and a towel with the other. "You have to rest, or you won't be any help to anyone."

Re: Clinic

[braveoff]

Drake sits up a little straighter and reaches for both the items, and Cashmere might notice some burns and scratches on his hands. He doesn't seem to be paying them any attention, and hasn't asked for first aid -- there are others way worse hurt than he is.

"I figured that out," he admits quietly, wiping some of the soot off his face before taking a drink. "Thank you."

[64th]

She nods at his thank you. "And let's not forget that dying here is terrible. You'd be lucky if everything's where it's supposed to be when they bring you back." Burns and scratches are one thing, but better to not leave your life in the hands of the gods.

"it's pretty bad out there." she's never seen anything quite like it. "It'll burn itself out, won''t it?

[braveoff]

"What do you mean... they put your spleen on the wrong side or something?" It's a weak joke, but he's trying here.

"It'll burn through the whole city first, things are too close together. We need to fight it overnight."

[64th]

She's glad he asked! "No, worse." And then she flips her hair to one side to show him a bald spot. "See?" And if he's wondering, no. She does not know what spleen does, but if she did she might still think her problem is worse.

Cashmere sighs. "So either people work through the night risk their lives, or everything burns down. Great."

[braveoff]

"At least it's not your whole head?" He considers her for a moment, then smiles. "Bet you could rock it anyway, though."

And yeah. It looks like they're going to have to work through the night but not him, he's no use anymore. He needs some food and rest and will be back at it tomorrow. "At least we got everyone out. No more running into the burning buildings."

clinic

[requiemshark]

It's been a long day, but Ephemera's still running high on the good feelings. There's nothing like attacking a job - one that's difficult and messy and just dangerous enough - and getting it done properly. He likes the risk of the fire, how it lights up his HUD and how he knows how to move through it. He's been kicking through walls and dodging smoke all day. The best of the adrenaline has worn off, but he'll coast on the aftermath for a while still. That calm certintity before the ache sets into his muscles.

Thus far, he hasn't come across any dead bodies, either. That's a bonus.

He sits down next to Drake with a groan, tossing him a granola bar.

"Eat before you pass out, dude."

[braveoff]

The granola bar lands in Drake's lap and he blinks in confusion before reaching to pick it up -- his hands are burnt and scratched up but he doesn't seem to mind it.

"Huh? Oh, thanks." His voice is rough, because smoke inhalation is a bitch. But he tears the wrapper open and takes a bite, looking Ephemera over. His friend's armor is covered in soot but looks undamaged, even the paint underneath. Drake thinks, anyway, it's hard to tell without washing it off.

"That wasn't much like the training."

[requiemshark]

"You don't sound too good."

Doesn't look too good, either. Covered in soot from head to toe, shiny burns on his hands. And he didn't have any armor. No one did. They just went in.

It's a job, Ephemera knows, and it was necessary, but he doesn't have to like it. People should have good gear. He sets his helmet aside, keeping an eye on Drake. Just in case.

"Nah. But we're still here. And you're feeling the drop."

The dead drop, after all the adrenaline wears off.

"It'll pass," he adds. "But eat. Drink some water. You'll thank me later."

[braveoff]

"Yeah, I don't feel so good either. Might've pushed too hard." Definitely pushed too hard. But he got people out who probably wouldn't have made it otherwise, so. He doesn't actually have any regrets. He's just lucky Lup was around when he went down.

He takes a bite of the bar and leans back in his chair, looking around at the crowded clinic. They shouldn't be taking up space if they don't need help, he just. Stuck around after bringing the last patient in.

"You wanna go back to my place?"

[requiemshark]

It happens. Sometimes you've just gotta go and disregard the warnings your body puts out. Doesn't make recovering any easier. Ephemera doesn't feel those warnings himself as much these days, but he remembers them. Pain is something that he's learned to ignore. He can work through anything if he tries.

Not everyone else can, or should.

He shrugs. A shower sounds amazing and he doesn't like being alone after a fight. Not when he has friends, at least. "Yeah. You good?"

[braveoff]

Drake considers that. Is he good?

"...good might be overstating it. But I can take care of this shit at home, they're really busy. I just needed a minute." He flexes his free hand, feeling the sting of the burns. It's not so bad. And he heals crazy fast, it's not worth wasting clinic time and resources when the blisters will be down tomorrow.

"Let's go clean up."

It's an effort to push back to his feet but he manages, rolling tired shoulders. Definitely overdid it, yup.

rescue squad;

[restinglichface]

It's been a shitty day.

After making sure that her only friend located near the blaze was safe back at Lup's new digs on the southern end of the caves, the elf had returned to the scene of the fire to see if there was anything she could possibly do to help.

The short answer was no. Her magic was mostly fire-based, generally all for offensive purposes. It was hard to work any of her spells into ways that could help put out or contain or do anything regarding the spreading flames that were quickly overtaking the city. Of course there were small tasks she could take up, help usher people into the clinics or keep them from going into the buildings for forgotten mementos, but it seemed like the whole city was coming together to volunteer. She'd honestly feel much better getting back home to Taako and Lucretia, to keep them safe and far away from this mess.

But it's just as she turns to put distance between herself and the flames, Lup hears whispers of a member of the fire brigade that has yet to return after running into a spire to save whoever else was left inside. Lup barely has the chance to make up her mind before she's rushing in, heading for the stairs, a hand pressed over her mouth to try and minimize how much smoke she'd inhale. Thankfully Drake didn't get too far inside without passing out, Lup finds him with ease.

She drops to her knees and immediately slaps at his face, a quick attempt to get him conscious again. If this doesn't work, she'll drag him herself. "Hey! Can you hear me?"

Re: rescue squad;

[braveoff]

Drake stirs, his breathing rough but more even now that he's on the floor where the air's a bit clearer. He immediately knows he's in trouble -- he's dizzy from not getting enough oxygen, the floor is hot and trembling, and despite being low out of the worst of the smoke he has to squint through it to see who's calling to him. Lup?

"Yeah." His voice is a wreck and speaking sends him into a coughing fit. But trouble or not, he's not worried about himself, as he gathers strength to push himself back up. "We have to check upstairs. Before the whole thing comes down."

[restinglichface]

"Yeaah, how about no." Lup shifts to help him if he'll let her, at least to make an attempt to get him back to his feet. She may not have much in the way of proper medical training (everything she's learned, she's learned because it had to be done in that moment), but even she knows that after nearly passing out, Drake needs to get out of this smoke and fast. She can already feel it choking her, filling her up and weighing her down. Who knows how poor Drake must feel after having been exposed longer than her?

Lup's tone is firm. So far their conversations have been flirty and fun, but Drake's about to learn about just how stubborn this elf can be. "We are getting you out of here and letting someone else take care of this. You can't play the big damn hero if you're fucking dead."

[braveoff]

He'll let her help, will lean on her a bit as he continues to cough, finding the cloth he'd been holding over his face and pressing it there again.

"Okay," he croaks. "Okay, let's get out."

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, squinting through the smoke, but he turns back the way they came. "Is it still clear down there?"

[restinglichface]

It may be a needless bit of precaution, but the moment Drake is on his feet, Lup casts fire shield over the both of them, causing thin, wispy flames to wreathe their bodies. It won't protect him from the smoke that's currently threatening them, but if they manage to get caught up in the blaze, it will provide a little resistance to fire damage.

"So far, yeah. I know the way. C'mon, doofus, just lean on me." Lup's a little thin and wispy herself, but she grits her teeth and accepts his weight without complaint. Levitate is always an option, but with the need to keep as low as they can to stay out of the smoke, she's cautious to set Drake flying.

Lup leads the way, navigating carefully down the stairs. "Just hold on. Take it one step at a time."

[braveoff]

At first Drake flinches back from the sudden appearance of the flames, but when they move with him he realizes it was Lup. Her magic, protecting them in some way he doesn't understand. The smoke still drifts through but somehow he feels less heat, and he moves forward with a bit more assurance of their safety. At least for now.

Luckily for both of them he needs to lean more for balance than support, so he isn't terribly heavy despite his bulk. He's feeling heavy-limbed and light-headed, and his breathing is rough enough he doesn't spare the air to refute her calling him a doofus. Fact is, he sort of is for going back in when he was so exhausted and compromised. Hopefully the last sweep wasn't necessary, because this spire isn't going to last long once they're out.

He grips Lup's shoulder and paces his steps to hers, and though the stairs creak threateningly beneath their combined weight they make it back out -- Drake doesn't let go just yet, not sure how the fire spell works and not feeling steady enough to be on his own. The clearer air isn't helping much considering the amount of smoke he already inhaled. It'll take some time.

"...thanks, Lup." A rough coughing fit is his payment for speaking, and he turns his head away from her and buries his face in the crook of his elbow to weather it. Because manners. "I owe you a dozen."