Firehouse refuge catchall -- for Arc 2 End

[so_dark_a_road]

The Brigade will be providing shelter instead of fighting fires during this event, because in the face of an all-out Null attack, protecting people has to be the priority over saving buildings.

They and other volunteers are opening the Firehouse as a refuge for anyone who needs one, temporarily or for the duration. Curufin has offered the Firehouse as an alternative place for Clinic staff and patients or as a place to stop and rest on their way to Love's hotsprings. It can also be used as a waystation by anybody who is trying to get to the hotsprings or to escape across the river to Delmar's and Seel's bunker in the Bakery. The Firehouse can also be used by anyone who is fighting the Null and needs to catch a few hours of sleep before returning to the battle.

The Firehouse is located on the northeast side of the lake -- on the side towards the city center, that is. You can't miss it. It's a brick building that consists of a garage and maintenance center for the fire engines, with an attached bunkhouse annex, a small but usable kitchen, and a little office which is also equipped as a first aid station.

Fingon, Oscar, Seel, Maglor, Celebrimbor, Sansa Stark, Nick Rivenna, Luke Skywalker, and Curufin will work to get the place ready. After that, most of them will be off to fight the Null or to help with other projects elsewhere. But someone will be there to greet those seeking shelter. Trafalgar Law will be there some of the time as a healer, and likewise Sansa Stark, who is learning the healing arts from Elrond of Rivendell.

ALSO FEEL FREE TO MAKE YOUR OWN TOPLEVELS.

AND FEEL FREE TO TREAT THIS AS A MINGLER!

[ OOC Notes: The userpic is a meadow flower called a firewheel, and it is the emblem of the Fire Brigade. Not a flame, not an axe, not a firefighter's hat, but a flower, for LIFE. ]

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11/25 - 11/27 (open)

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Just finishing the process of getting ready to receive refugees. Open to anybody who is helping with that, but also to anyone who is already seeking shelter. ]

Backdated to the 26th?

[utulien_aure]

[Bedrolls and canned goods and medical supplies- the things they need to pack into the Firehouse seem endless. And when Fingon looks around, the Firehouse still seems vulnerable.]

Do you think we should bother setting up any traps here as well? Not the way we defended the house, perhaps, if it needs to shelter civilians as well.

But still, there must be something....

Sorry I'm so late on this! -- maybe we should just wrap it and go on to future posts?

[so_dark_a_road]

Yes, we should. We're a little out of the way, over here by the lake, but I suppose a wandering Null might consider us a problem and put us on its mental map.

How about some magical wards and maybe some physical ones as well? We can build a picket-wall around the building, at the least.

That's fine. And as if I can comment on people being late!

[utulien_aure]

[He nods absently.]

That will do. Just enough to make them go after better targets.

Somewhere between 11/25 and 11/28 -- for Will Solace (closed)

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is taking a break from fighting and runs off to check up on the Firehouse refuge. He slings his weapons down in the desk in the office and grabs a sandwich from the kitchen, and then goes to greet a visitor. ]

Re: Somewhere between 11/25 and 11/28 -- for Will Solace (closed)

[sonofacesius]

[Will had shadow traveled in with Nico as escort, or rather, taxi, so he could check out the Firehouse as a possible clinic set up. He hated that it had come to this again, but he also knew how could it not. It wasn't like this was his first battle, or even his first war. More like his third war. Medics and hospitals were easy targets.]

Thanks for offering the space.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin would be happy to know that Will had Nico to help him get safely across town! ]

You're welcome. I thought you and the other Clinic personnel might prefer a space that is protected by the gods -- whereas, this space is protected only by a bunch of Elves and mortals, albeit with a few special powers. But you're welcome to use the Firehouse if you need it. Even if only as a resting place on the way to Love's hotsprings.

And how are you doing, Will? [ He knows Will is a very competent young man, and a very courageous one. And yet sometimes he can't help feeling protective. ]

[sonofacesius]

I think it's better if we keep the clinic split up across multiple locations. The areas are wide spread enough that it will help accommodate patients from different locations. Plus, we might need a backup clinic. If anything happens.

[Which it would. Will's been though two wars, enough to know that things happen that you can't plan for. The new locations would be targeted too.It would just be a case of whether or not they can defend them or if they had to keep moving.

He smiled at Curufin. it was nice having someone worry about him. They were so far from home, and honestly he couldn't remember the last time he had a mortal worry about him. Or as mortal as elves got.]

I'm okay. Don't worry about me, this isn't my first battle. Or even my first war.

[so_dark_a_road]

If you're agreeable to that, then I am for it. For an injured person, it could be a long way to one location but a short way to another. And yes. . . if anything happens.

[ Curufin would be surprised if nothing did. He too has been through enough wars to know that whatever can go wrong, will. And that's even before you allow for the totally unexpected. . . which also always happens. The more possible clinic locations, the better, and those who are staffing them will just have to defend them the best they can, for as long as they can.

He smiles back. It would be easy to forget that Will isn't exactly a mortal himself! A funny conversation, between the son of a god and an Elf who is powerful and long-lived. Different kinds of power, approaching each other from different directions. And yet with so much in common. ]

I know you can take care of yourself. And I know you have experience. [ Curufin knows how important it is to acknowledge Will for this. ]

[sonofacesius]

More than agreeable. That sounds like we have ourselves a plan. Do you think you'd be able to help set this place up for incoming wounded?

[At least they both agreed. Something would go wrong. Probably. There were too many Null, and they had to be prepared for the worst. At the very least, having two locations would shorten the distance someone would need to come see them. And they had more than enough clinic staff to man both places.]

Thanks. Sometimes I wish I didn't, that events hadn't happened the way they did to necessitate it, but, it's part of who you are, right? I'll be fine. And I know you will be too.

Anytime during the event -- just give a date or a timeframe and your character's needs

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Various situations possible and needs provided for. If your character needs food, there is a kitchen and somebody to cook. If they need a place to sleep, there are bunks in the bunkhouse. If they need first aid, someone can provide it. if they need more major medical treatment, Trafalgar Law will be here some of the time -- otherwise, the patient can get transportation to the Clinic (if this is before it was destroyed) or to Love's hotsprings (the Clinic's other location). If your character wants to stay at the Firehouse, they can stay. If they simply want an escort to get to some other desired refuge, such as Delmar's and Seel's Bakery bunker, an escort can be provided.]

6th or 7th so? [closed to Curufin]

[lifetothefullest]

[Shortly after his encounter with a Null-controlled Ephemera, Lance realizes he's not going to be able to just jump immediately right back into running around the city. In fact, he's really not sure he's going to be able to do much of anything right away, and it's only by chance that he happens to be near enough to the Firehouse to decides to step inside.

He doesn't, honestly, really even know who works there other than Curufin, and normally that would make him very hesitant to go there and trust it's going to be a safe place. But he doesn't have much other choice, wandering in a bit dazedly; he isn't seriously hurt, but a minor concussion makes walking a bit difficult and cracked ribs and a broken cheekbone are distractingly painful.

He glances around the place slowly, not wanting to move his head too quickly, leaning against the wall for some support and trying to figure out if anywhere is around and, if so, who. Mostly he just needs somewhere to rest a little while, but some food and maybe an ice pack certainly wouldn't hurt.]

sounds good!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin hears a familiar step and comes out of the kitchen where he's been making coffee for himself and whoever else is around. He sees Lance leaning against the wall and looking like he's been through the wringer, and so he comes near and speaks to him. ]

Dr. Sweets! [ The habit of formality tends to persist, even though he's known Lance for a while. ] Are you injured?

[lifetothefullest]

[Okay, good, it happens to be Curufin who's here after all, even if it takes a moment longer to recognize him and process the question than it would normally. Lance lets out a long breath, resisting the urge to nod and instead answering with word.]

It's not... Really serious.

[Nailed it. Definitely reassuring there.]

I think I just need to take a break, and this is...

[Probably the best place to do so, right now. And all of that said--]

Are you okay?

[He should ask; no one here's probably doing that great at the moment, but there's definitely a wide range within that category. He's not about to impose if Curufin isn't doing alright himself.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Oh yes, really reassuring! And Curufin notices that lag time between hearing and response. ]

Maybe not, but you look all in. Sit down, please! [ And he indicates a chair. And don't think he's going to let you get away with not dealing with your injury. But first, he'll answer your question and let you rest. ]

I'm all right. [ He grins. ] I haven't been killed today and nobody I love has been killed, so today is a good day.

[ And he pours Lance a cup of coffee and sets it on the table before the chair he has indicated. ] What's been happening on your end?

OTA

[farmboyjedi]

Luke can be found around the station when he isn't out fighting the Null. There's always something to do, helping get ready, moving out to do damage control, keeping what machines they have running. He keeps wondering if this is similar to his father's battles in the Clone Wars. Except droids aren't organic at all. These are somewhere between droids and an army of the cyborg leader he's heard of, Grievous. He wishes an end was in sight.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin would wish an end were in sight if he had a moment free to wish anything. When he's engaged in a war, his horizons tend to narrow to just this minute, or just today.

"How's it going, Luke?"

[farmboyjedi]

"All right. It's taking its toll, but I'm holding up." he replied.

He kept working, but wondered a little as he did. "I keep wondering if this is how my father felt fighting in the Clone Wars. Besides the Separatists, the main enemies were usually droids, I've heard. Not with organic aspects, like these, but similar. I know he's not injured...I'd feel it...but I'll have to talk to him when I have a free moment, see how he's holding up in other ways.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curuifn looks at the machinery Luke is working on. "Can I give you a hand with that? If nothing else, I can pull tools off the shelves and hand them to you." He's grateful to have Luke's energy around here, and he doesn't mind being the assistant.

"I wonder, too. But I suppose this must seem a familiar situation to him, if that's the case. That would be an advantage. I consider your father a friend, and I hope he is doing all right. If you see him before I do, give him my best!"

[farmboyjedi]

"Sure." he nodded. "I'm glad for the help."

"In a way, it probably does." he agreed. "I think our histories are more similar than we sometimes realize, really. The enemy I fought, though, abhorred technology, so there were no droids being used against us."

He nodded. "I will, when I see him again. He was a bit troubled before the attack. I'm still not entirely sure of the whole story, but I hope he's managing all right with all this." He still didn't know why his dad *wanted* to be hunted.

OPEN~

[stonebird]

She is learning the art of healing from Elrond. There is so much involved in it; one can get lost in the names of herbs and the recipes that require them. To make her job simpler, she readies the various materials in the first aid station, always keeping her hands and her mind busy. No matter what happens, she mustn't panic. She refuses to let herself show that sort of weakness.

Lifting her skirts, she rushes from the first aid station to the kitchen, a frown furrowing her brow as she searches for fresh water and fruit.

"Must I run to the market?" she worries her bottom lip, realizing the safest option is simply to do without. But the water will not go to waste. She sips on it thirstily, resting briefly against a counter.

[so_dark_a_road]

"Not at all," says Curufin, appearing in the doorway with a smile. "We have fresh fruit in the refrigerator, right here in our little Firehouse kitchen -- I picked some on my way here today. I passed by the orchard, and decided not to let the crop go to waste. At least, not all of it."

[stonebird]

"Lord Curufin..." she breathes out in relief and gingerly opens the strange contraption called the refrigerator, "Thank you for your foresight. The citrus can be used to clean and disinfect wounds." though she imagines that burns like hell, "Besides which the natural properties can strengthen the patient if they are feeling weak or sick." her cheeks burn, "Forgive me for rambling."

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin still finds the refrigerator a little bit strange himself! They certainly did not have such a box in Middle-earth.

Sansa will find apples, oranges, lemons, limes, and peaches. All neatly bundled up in paper sacks. The citrus fruits will provide quite a lot of disinfectant, and there'll be enough to give some to the patients to eat, to help strengthen them. And if she runs out, he'll be happy to go and gather more.

"Ramble all you like! I always learn something new when you talk about things you are passionate about. You seem to be taking to this healing profession like a duck to water!"

[stonebird]

She has a veritable bounty of fruit! She separates out the oranges, lemons and limes, shaking her head in silent awe over the cool air brushing against her hands. Once she is balancing a few of the fruits, she closes the refrigerator door.

"I...do enjoy it." she sets the fruit on the counter and begins to cut them into pieces, "I like thinking that if there is an emergency, I needn't be helpless or stand out of the way. I can help and maybe save a life."