hadriel_logs | Event Log: A Blustery Day

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Blustery Day event
Where: All over the city!
When: June 15th-17th
Warnings: Harsh weather conditions

Good morning and welcome to your Hadriel Weather Forecast! On the doppler today is a high chance of rainfall, coupled with dark, angry clouds, and even some hail an rumbling of wayward thunder! If you're wondering "we're in a cave, how can we have weather in a cave", then congratulations, you're doing exactly what Confusion wants you to do! Which is- you know, be confused.

For the next few days, the weather will be aggressively stormy, with severity ranging from 'mild annoyance' to full-on 'batten down the hatches and hold on'. While no tornadoes will touch down, you might want to prepare yourselves for a few dashes of lightning, winds that could knock you over, and golfball-sized hail ready to cause a couple of bruises and broken windows!

Speaking of which, are any of these houses weatherproofed? You... uh, might want to look into that, if you've got the time. Surely a few friends could help you out- just make sure you stay warm and dry! The shops aren't stocked with any new coats or anything, so you'll have to make do with what you've got. Maybe some of you still have your ugly christmas sweaters!

► This log covers June 15th-June 17th.
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The sudden downpour doesn't leave Rey steeping in mysteries. It's a god-thing, without a doubt, and between this and the snow they had a while ago, a change of weather is oddly refreshing, even if it is out of place in this setting.

Having traveled to various corners of the globe throughout her many lifetimes, even the false memories in her head provided safety and survival procedures for how to deal with the onslaught of storm tearing through the city. Rey was quick to reinforce the structure so they didn't end up with various holes riddling the still relatively new bar and casino.

Rey is putting up a plastic covering over a window that's been shattered by the hail. The way things have been going, it's a miracle that the damage hasn't been worse, but preparations have been handy.

Then the door creaks open. She turns her head to find Rome looking like he just walked out of a warzone.

"Never been to the ocean, huh?" Rey asks with some levity in her tone, brows raising slightly at him.

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It's good that someone else was thinking of weatherproofing. Rome looks approvingly on at Rey's work when he notices it, before turning his gaze to the woman doing the work. He recognizes her, of course- she's sort of a staple in the community and they've had a brief discussion or two, but he'll admit that he doesn't know her very well.

Like most others here, it seems. Romulus isn't a social creature, he sticks mostly to his duties and is polite and unemotional to a fault- making friends requires shirking both of those traits, he thinks, which is not something that he's very likely to do.

But it would also be rude not to answer a question and so he tilts his head in response, the motion almost doglike. If there's a joke there, then he's definitely missed it.

"No. My homeland is barren. It doesn't rain, and we aren't very close to the ocean."

For as much of an antisocial creature Rey is, herself, it's a wonder how she managed to know so many people. She can't say that she is all that popular, but it's also hard to say that she hasn't made her mark in the city. When new faces roll around, Rey tries not to expect much out of them for the first few weeks or so.

Then there's this guy, who seems eager to jump right into it, feet-first.

Good for him.

"Ah, a wasteland, then. Guess that'd make sense." She shrugs, turning her head to finish what she's doing. "Have been to jungles and rainforests just as bad as this. You'd be surprised how much rain it gets. Monsoon seasons are particularly shitty."

Rey's been around, though which memories she has are real and which ones are fabricated from the many soldiers whose lives she had 'borrowed', it's never easy to tell. She tries not to think about it too much anymore.

"I've heard of monsoons," he offers conversationally, moving a little closer to her since it's evident that they're having a conversation now. Rome is careful to keep his hands to himself- he doesn't brush up against anything and takes up very little space in the speakeasy, clearly not quite familiar with the concept of 'putting yourself out there'.

"Food is plentiful when it rains. I don't know if I'd call that 'shitty'-"

There's a pause, before he realizes that what he says might be impolite, and so he quickly amends:

"-ma'am."

His body language and mannerisms give a few easy tells, even for someone like Rey who doesn't make a habit of reading people. She does, regardless, whether conscious of it or not. She blinks at his polite addendum, as such titles are still rather weird to her ears.

"And if it rains too much, things also drown. Things can't grow if they're buried in water."

Wow, Rey. Way to be a debby downer.

To be fair, though, that's the sort of 'too much' they're dealing with right now.

"...yes, of course."

He corrects as if it's an apology, tilting his head a little to look out through one of the intact windows, frowning at the density of the raindrops smacking against the glass.

"Do you think that will happen here?"

Rey gives a dismissive wave, regarding his apologetic disposition with little interest. It's hardly the most impolite mention she's ever heard.

"Doubt it. Even if it does, it probably wouldn't stay that way for long. We're no use if we get starved out."

Or, at least, the ones that do starve here.

"True."

He pauses for a moment, considering.

"When the city was in two, I hunted for meat- the monsters in the caves. It's something we could resort to- though it would be beneficial to build up a storage in case of future emergency."

"Oh, have done that before. The hard part is that not everything in the caves are edible." And some she probably wouldn't recommend for consumption. "Have heard that those giant tentacled plant things make a somewhat passable stew, though."

She just tries to avoid eating any of the meat within the city itself if she can help it.

"I see."

He hasn't eaten any of those- but it's good to get a list going.

"Perhaps we could trade notes on the subject. I'm sure that it would be useful information at some point."

"Don't really keep notes on the..."

Oh.

She stops herself from uttering another word, blinking. "You probably didn't mean literally, did you?"

Unless you're Carlisle, who literally takes notes on everything.

"I... did."

Awkward.

"I've compiled some of them in the reports I write to commander Maketh."

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