Event Log: Dust to Dust

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dust to Dust event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 14th-17th
Warnings: A big ol' mess.

It starts off small: the wind picks up, particles of sand and dirt and dust begin to fill the air. You might not even notice at first, not until you have to wipe the dust off your windows to see outside. After all, it's been a long time since Hadriel has experienced weather, and it's never experienced a weather event not caused by the gods before.

But the gods aren't in charge of the weather now, and even if they could prevent this dust storm, they have way too many other things to do. So it's up to you to deal with it, and as the wind rises and the dust storm moves into the city, there'll be plenty to deal with.

Once the storm is at its peak, it'll be almost impossible to see outside - and it won't be safe to go wandering, either. Entirely besides falling and hurting yourself, if you aren't wrapped up well enough the particles in the air will abrade your skin. Love that sandpaper feel! Oh, and breathing? Yeah, better make sure your nose and mouth are covered, or else they'll be full of sand, too. Hope you've got some goggles stashed away to protect your eyes. Luckily, it won't last too long - 'cause you'll have plenty of cleaning to do once the storm is over.

► This log covers January 14th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you foolishly get scoured to the bone, please let us know here.

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Firo Prochainezo | ota

[foundafamily]

[Speakeasy, general]

[Firo’s at the speakeasy when the storm hits because where else would he be? If you happen to be stuck in there when the storm starts, the alcohol is still flowing freely and any casino games are still going. Sit back, relax, and feel free to ride out the storm!]

[Speakeasy, people who come in from the storm]

[Out of his deep sense of charity, Firo’s left the door unlocked and unbarricaded so that people can get in if they need to. If you’re stuck out in the storm and happen to stumble in, you’ll immediately be greeted:]

Are you an idiot? What the hell were you doing out there?

[in from the storm!]

[synthedick]

[Nick closes the door behind him, shutting out as much of the storm as possible; he brought plenty in with him, sand filtering through the crevices of his coat and holes in his synthetic skin. Even with a scarf and the collar of his trench to cover most of his face -- and the wide tear in the skin there -- it still gets in, rattling around between his gears. Though he'll definitely need a tune-up when the weather clears, his metal frame can take a lot more of a beating from the violent winds than a regular human body could, hence why he was out there to begin with.]

Someone has to make sure the streets are clear. You'd be surprised how many people are foolhardy enough to wander into a storm like this, only to find themselves stuck somewhere with no way home.

speakeasy

[jocoeur]

( akira had at least been nearby as things had gotten worse. actually, he was gradually trying to make his way back home, but doing so in little spurts was his best option, for now.

there's an interested— ) Hmm? ( as he spots firo in the distance. ) You get stuck here, too?

kate g / closed

[dedikated]

one/ all my friends yell at me, they say i have a problem
↪ much needed talks / closed to carlisle

( It's easy enough to ignore the first signs of the storm. It starts slow, and though the sand kicking up in Kate's face is annoying, it's nothing that isn't sorted by quickly grabbing a piece of fabric from one of the shops and hiding her eyes behind sunglasses. No big deal.

But it doesn't stop at a bit of wind and sand. It keeps going, as any disaster in Hadriel is wont to do, and by the time Kate reaches the park, it's becoming increasingly clear that it doesn't plan on stopping soon, if at all. She doesn't waste any more time, ducking into the nearest form of shelter before it gets any worse. )

...Fuck's sake.

( That this shack - shed, whatever - happens to be occupied and belonging to another is just... incidental. She'd rather not be shredded into pieces by sand. )

[tongueamok]

[Given it has a bed and a sitting table, Carlisle has taken to calling his private sanctuary a cottage rather than a shed these days; however, it's not so private at the moment, so perhaps the former designation is more appropriate. He's surprised to have company, first because of the rather isolated location of his garden, and second because of the storm brewing outside. He'd only stepped in to see if he had anything to cover his face with, but perhaps he shouldn't, as he's now face-to-face with someone he's been meaning to call, meaning to speak to for some time since the Null's invasion. He wrote a little speech, has practiced this meeting in his head in front of his mirror.

And yet, her immediate reaction riles him, and he retorts in kind.]

I suppose a friendly greeting is beyond you, isn't it?

[Good start.]

Aren Brosca, Speakeasy (OTA)

[paragonbrosca]

[Aren is at the speakeasy with her canine companion at her side, almost done with her shift as a bouncer when she takes a look outside.]

...well, shit. So much for going home. Hey, guys? Take a look outside, it's getting worse by the moment.

[Barkspawn whines, earning him a pat on the head.] Don't worry, boy. I'm not dumb enough to think we can find our way back in that.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has been trying to drown herself in whiskey sours (so far, no luck. stupid Reaper metabolism) when she hears a semi-familiar voice.

she looks around, trying to find the source of the voice and finally notices Aren]

You. You're the one who had that dream about the monster. And the tentacles.

Rey.

[circumitus]

14th. Riverside/Dam Ruins; [CLOSED to LEO VALDEZ valdazzling]

Since emerging from her self-imposed exile, Rey hadn't had the chance to assess the damage done to the city by the Null invasion. While some parts appeared to be intact as others are being rebuilt, there's still one old project that Rey hadn't forgotten about.

"Son of a bitch!" is what immediately comes out of Rey's mouth when she finds the remains of her dam. She knew that power running through the city was limited to nonexistent, but she didn't think their only backup was this bad.

As the storm approaches, Rey should be looking to find shelter. Instead, she's rummaging through the rubble in hope that maybe she might find salvageable parts. Without protective gear, however, she might not be able to hold out for long, so she goes to retrieve a barrel to scavenge spare parts from the dam to take someplace safe, as well as a quick pit-stop by one of the shops for some layers and a pair of goggles to shield her eyes.

This might take a while.

15th-17th. The Speakeasy;

The wind picks up something fierce. Though her house is relatively protected, she has concerns with her bar.

By the time she steps in, removing her goggles and poncho, then peeling off the ruddy scarf from around her mouth, Rey stops when she sees that there are people who have taken shelter at her establishment.

"What the hell?"

Seriously. Don't people have better places to be?

14th;

[valdazzling]

"Hola, chica. Need some help?"

Well Rey was in luck! He had gone out to finally really investigate the area. Leo has been caught up with who knows what (like making sure he could still catch on fire. Let me tell you how that went) and making sure he could still utilize his tool belt. He grins a bit, offering her a pair of goggles and some gloves pulled from a pouch on his belt.

Not the best layers but it was at least something to keep them safe in the mean time. He was tired of feeling like a hermit (a Latino hermit! Like come on who has ever heard of that?), so might as well start scavenging for things he can use to help out.

15th

[hot_mes]

Not when there's an enormous hole in the wall of his apartment. Besides, Law can teleport short distances and it's only a few good jumps to the Speakeasy...

He's perched at the far end of the bar with bottle at hand, wearing the t-shirt Atem gave him and looking pretty moody himself. 'Sup Rey, good to see you alive and all that.

Maglor | ota

[bythewaves]

They called the land Anfauglith, the Gasping Dust, that had once been the green plains of Ard-Galen, before the Dragons came. It had been ash there, not dust, poisonous vapors and black rain.

But Maglor knows the devastation a windstorm on such barren soils can bring, and he lifts his head when the winds first start to sing.

The orchard!

It draws him from his vigil at his brother's side, responsibility driving him on when all else has faded, to wrap the trees in blankets and sing bracing power to their roots before the storm can close down. It drives him home again, through the stinging bite of the storm, following the sound of his family's hearts, long after he has to keep his eyes shut to protect them, stumbling at last into safety.

[loveathousandyearsgone]

Elrond is right there with Maglor, willing power and protection around the trees and they stumble home together, leaning on each other until they're back to safety. He's wrapped cloth around his nose and mouth and made his foster father do the same before the fact.

He keeps tugging Maglor toward the kitch, not needing to see to know where things are, and to the sink to wash grit away from face and out of eyes.

Nathan Drake | ota

[nonscriptum]

[out in the storm]

[Nate knows deserts. He once spent a couple of days wandering in the largest contiguous wasteland on earth, though not really of his own volition. Generally people don't make the conscious choice to cross the sun's anvil unless they are extremely confident Bedouin, and not treasure hunters miraculously stepping away from inconvenient plane crashes.

It isn't much to put together a makeshift shemagh and while Nate certainly qualifies as "stupid enough to walk into a habūb" he is more concerned about the people who might get caught in weather that they don't understand.]

What the Hell are you doing out here?

[safely sheltered]

[Seems like the speakeasy is a popular hole-up for people trying to escape the weather and be sociable, even if the rattling roof serves as a constant reminder that the only thing separating them from the next Dust Bowl is a few flimsy barriers.

Shaking the sand and grit off Nate meanders over to the bar, scarf peeled away to show a grimace trying to be a smile as he reaches for a bottle behind the counter.]

Helluva storm, huh?

in the storm!

[pocketspa]

[This sucks.

This isn't the first time Taako's dealt in Absolute Sand Hell- living an entire year on a tropical island beach is gonna do that to you- but fuck, this is terrible. He's got the Umbra Staff open in front of him, channeling a wind spell around the sides, but it's mostly just redirecting it around him and it's damn terrible to walk through it, even if he was smart enough to put pants on.

Ugh, why didn't he ever learn bard teleportation shit. That should be next on dock.

He hears a voice, though, and tilts his head the direction of it, raising an eyebrow.]

I could say the same to you, buddy! I'm just trying to get the fuck out of here!

Goro Akechi | Closed [15th]

[lowkeycrazy]

[It's been a stressful five days.

Particularly given that he had run into a few people claiming to know him and had access to that place... On top of the fact that he's been absent from his home for five days. And his boss always liked to be aware of where his things were.

Things feel like they're falling apart so quickly, and now on top of it all, he's trapped in this three-bedroom apartment because of a dust storm outside. It hasn't even been a full day that he's been inside, and already he thinks he feels some form of cabin fever.

... though whether its just from the circumstances at hand is debatable...

He's so preoccupied with himself he nearly doesn't notice odd sounds coming from outside. Nearly. It almost sounds as though— the wind has suddenly intensified right around his door? His brow furrows, and with little else to do, he starts to move for it, eyeing it with a frown.]

[ex_matricide319]

[The dust storm is raging, but it's nothing Kiran's powers can't handle. Well... sure, it's requiring quite a lot of focus and effort and he's almost entirely out of magic to keep it up, but he could handle it. And for good reason; he didn't have much food or water stashed away and it quickly became clear he was going to run out if this weather went on for too long.

But now the problem is that he won't be able to keep this up long enough to get back to his personal hovel. If only he had some magic - something so plentiful back home, floating out freely in the air all the time and seeping off of anyone he passed by on the street to some degree, but so much harder to find here in Hadriel. Is it because the Moirai aren't here? That destiny doesn't exist here, and thus no way for destinies to produce magic? Whatever it is, it sucks. Without being able to take magic out of the air, Kiran has nothing but his own personal well to draw from, and that can reach zero surprisingly fast. This place is less a desert in the literal sense, but more one in the metaphorical sense, as far as he's concerned.

Until he happened to, somehow, feel a whiff of magic as he walked down the street, a bubble of violently fast but dust-free air rushing around him. Somehow it feels familiar, and yet he can't remember ever sensing magic in this way before. He hurries over to the door that seems to lead towards the magic's source, his wind rattling it in its hinges.

They might not be able to hear him, but he knocks as hard as he can with one fist, his package of food and water tucked under his other arm. He might actually have no choice but to break this door down, but... maybe they'll open it first?]

Evangeline Greene | OTA

[poisonprincess]

[Speakeasy]

[Evie had been out exploring the city when it happened, inside of one of the buildings that she'd not yet been in. Her bag was slung over her shoulder as she watched out the window. Watched the dust pick up and frowned. A part of her wondering where the girl she'd run into was at. Wondering if others were safely inside. It didn't look good and it made her think of things that had happened back home.

However, she tries not to focus on what was happening outside. Instead, she gives whoever is closeby a small smile.]

Looks like it's getting bad out there.

[Out in the storm]

[She hadn't expected the storm itself but it didn't mean that she wasn't ready for it. Or as ready as someone could be for something like that. So she takes the jacket and scarf out of her bug out back, putting them on. If someone else needed something that would help until they could get inside, she's probably got something in her bag with that. Along with water if it's needed.]

Kain Highwind | OTA

[dragonsgrasp]

Seeking Shelter

[When the storm really starts to kick up, Kain knows he has to head inside. One failed jump is enough to tell him that: he doesn't get very high when he tries, ending up slammed right back to the ground. But worse than that are the hallucinations still plaguing him since his revival. They're there in his perspective, things in the storm, mostly enemies from Chaos' warriors or the elemental fiends from home.]

[So Kain runs from all the crazy things he's seeing, opening the door of the nearest building he finds and scrambling inside. The sand is covering him head to toe, and he spits some out, shaking the rest off. Or... trying to shake it off, there's a lot on him.]

Don't go outside.

Rescue?

[On the other hand... maybe he should go outside. The storm isn't letting up, but that's all the more reason to be concerned. His head aches terribly again, but that seems to be the norm these days. He's just going to have to bear with it, it seems.]

As a guardsman, I can't just sit around inside while others may be in danger... I'm going back out there.

shelter

[jocoeur]

( akira had taken shelter in the same building a bit surprise when someone covered head to toe in armour comes in. his head tilts with interest, mind going all sorts of places... )

Another one bites the dust, huh?

Hayden | OTA

[demonsional]

In the Storm

[For the most part, Hayden doesn't have a huge need of covering up. He's doing his best to remember to not play around outside and instead move himself directly from one place to another. But...sometimes he gets unlucky, like the storm is messing with his aim. Suddenly he's rolling like a tumbleweed across the ground from out of nowhere, wheezing and sputtering and getting covered in dust.

Or...maybe you're stuck out there, yourself. If he sees someone struggling, he'll approach, waving his arms with his sweater wrapped up around his mouth and nose. His words are pretty muffled, but fortunately Hayden doesn't know how to lower his volume so it's easy enough to tell what he's saying.]

Walking is dangerous I can take you just where you want to be tell me and we will go right now! Yeah! Let's do it! The time is now!

Inside Your Shelter

[It doesn't matter where you are. As long as you're inside, you have about equal probability of finding a dust-covered child appearing on your table. He'll look about, stunned, like he's not sure how he's come to be here, and then smile at you, putting his hands straight above him.]

Hello!

storm! option one lol (TAKE TWO THANKS DW)

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker's not usually in the business of putting himself in danger, but a dust storm isn't nearly as bad as some of the stuff he's willingly walked into. As much as he can, he's been staying inside with his stash of meat and water, but eventually, he gets sick of being stuck. He gears up and ventures out.

Aaaaand immediately regrets it.

He can't smell anything, his jacket is only keeping out some of the sand, and his old-shirts-and-sunglasses combo is only mostly helping. This sucks. With his cloak on, he's kind of invisible though, so that's neat.

As he's preparing to turn back and head for home, he suddenly notices something- someone rolling past him across the sand. Without thinking, he darts forward, snatching whatever limb or piece of clothing he reaches first, hoping to stop this poor tiny creature from slamming into a building or something.]

Hey, whoa! You good bro?

kylo ren ⋆ ota

[warfares]

EXPLORING.

[ Exploring the city occupies much of his time; his housing is ideally suited to the task, situated between one of the Temples (Confusion, he is later informed) and a cluster of buildings that seem to have weathered the attack surprisingly well.

He lingers in front of one of the stained glass windows a moment before continuing on his journey. Covered in the heavy layers of dark fabric (more suited to inclement weather than the heat) his thoughts doesn't drift beyond finding his way to his next destination. ]

SEEKING SHELTER.

[ The journey back to the Spire should be an uneventful one.

However, after hours spent availing himself of the Speakeasy's particular brand of hospitality he had failed to account for the sudden uptick in the weather, and is soon caught in the middle of an impressive storm.

Half-blind, he stumbles his way onto a stone-walkway and heads towards what remains of Delight's temple. ]

seeking shelter.

[invariances]

[ The temple ruins are the only thing she can find to shelter her from the onslaught of the wind-whipping sandstorm that rivals the X'us'R'iia — her goggles askew, sandwashed robes frayed and torn at the ends and looking as though they're worse for wear. She'll have to procure new clothing in this place, when she can find it available; her Jakku rags won't hold together much longer after such punishment.

She's just made it inside the dilapidated temple and removed her goggles and outer wrappings, shaking the sand from her hair and face and guzzling water from a canteen with shaky breaths, when she looks up and sees Kylo Ren stumbling his way blindly into the shelter and her mouth drops open in surprise.

Of course she's still without her blaster — he'd disarmed her before so easily anyway, he'd likely do it again if she had it on her — so instead she scuttles backward away from him until her back hits the stone wall behind her. ]

— Were you following me?!

[ Her voice is a bit hysterical; she instinctively knows he couldn't have been given the severity of the storm, but the timing of this is just too incredible for it to be a coincidence. ]

julie grigio. | closed prompts

[redwinekindofgirl]

[for alana]

[It hadn't been too annoying right away. She'd needed to rub the grit out of her eyes more often than she'd like, and was constantly shaking the dust out of her clothes, but it wasn't entirely intolerable.

She's driven into a store front when a particularly strong gust almost blinds her, and while she lingers for a few moments in the doorway she quickly moves inside, letting the door swing closed behind her while she desperately tries to clear the sand from her eyes. It isn't working, and it hurts.]

Damn it, damn it--... [The girl mutters, trying to be delicate about her task against the urgency that her brain is trying to impress upon her.] Gotta be some water in here...

[For all she knows, she's not the first to take shelter. The problem is, she can't see a damn thing.]

[for r]

R!

[After the storm abates, Julie heads immediately for the spires and the apartment she shares with the life-impaired young man, dreading to think of the kind of mess he got himself into when he had the bright idea of coming to look for her in the storm.

The door slams a dent into the wall as she walks in. Julie is tired, hungry, and still covered in dust, but she shouts his name out again and listens for any signs of movement.]

I swear to god, R, if you got all your skin shredded off out there I'm going to be really annoyed.

[romeoeatsbrains]

[ Pain is still out of reach for R, his nerves caught in the long smothering sleep of the virus. It's likely for the best because after looking at himself in the mirror R knows that this... this isn't really good. He looks like he has a really bad case of road rash, the pale-grey skin of his jaw scraped raw from where he fell. His arm didn't fare much better, the sleeve of his shirt shredded and the skin scraped beneath scraped as well, though not as badly as his face.

Looking at his face he realizes that M would laugh at him for this. Ruining his pretty boy face and carefully preserved clothes over some girl. He doesn't regret it. Being dead means the injuries aren't bleeding, just a minor inconvenience because he looks more like one of the dead like this.

When Julie comes back, he's sitting on the couch in that not quite asleep, not quite dead rest he occasionally surrenders himself to. The torpor is shaken off as he looks toward her. ]

It's not... that bad. [ Yes. Yes it is. Stupid zombie. ]

nick | shops; closed to george.

[bekommen]

[Y'know, one might think that being a Nightbane blessed with a gift for making weather happen would also mean having a way to neutralize weather - like giant dusty windstorms - but no. No, that is unfortunately not a thing that rests inside Nick's wheelhouse of skills, Nightbane or otherwise.

This place sucks. Obvious complaints aside, the shops aren't getting restocked, and that's a problem. Not a problem that Nick can do anything about, really, outside of continue to turn up regularly and pick through whatever might be around.

Today ... was not a good day to try this. Nick stumbles through the shop door, coughing and half dust-blind.]

Son of a bitch.

[Well, at least the wind doesn't reach in here. She'll just wait it out. How long can a damn dust storm take?]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is sitting with her legs stretched out in a corner of one of the shops, idly playing with a Rubix Cube. she's wearing a tank top, jeans shorts, and sneakers. theoretically, she could go out into that storm and just heal any damage done to her by it--Reaper skills have to be good for something, right?--but, nah. too much effort.

she lifts her head when she hears the door open and the wind howling. oh, it's Nick. George likes Nick. thinks she's cute. not that she's going to say so, at least not yet]

Hey. You okay over there?

[no, this is a completely wind-free environment]

Nagito Komaeda |OTA. Slight spoilers

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

Outside

[Well, this was getting worse and worse. Komaeda covered his mouth, still coughing. It probably was not a good idea to be out in this weather. He already had breathing problems without the sandstorm and he tried to cover his mouth to avoid any of it getting in his mouth while he started coughing. Not only that but it was getting difficult to see. He spotted a nearby building (maybe yours). Maybe he could hide in there for a bit…

As he made his way there, he tripped on a stray rock, knocking into the nearest person who was there.]

Any random building. Your house! A public building! A house you sneaked into!

[Is this your house? Is this a public building? Or did you just randomly pick a building to hide in? Either way, the wind is strong enough for the door to burst open. And inside tumbles a skinny white-haired boy and just afterwards, a massive avalanche of sand comes in, covering the entrance and covers the boy.

…….Whoops.

Thanks to Komaeda's luck, there might be a lot of cleaning up to do.]

[jocoeur]

( komaeda, we really need to stop running into eachother like this.
there isn't really much time to react as that wind kicks up, following the other boy's shouts. actually, akira is a little glad to see that he seems to care about his own well-being a little more this time around, and unhesitatingly follows him inside the near-by shop.

having to pry his shoe out from the mountain of sand that followed them in, akira frees himself with a strong tug, and then proceeds to brush himself off. )

You all right?

Carlisle Longinmouth [closed]

[tongueamok]

For a time, Carlisle had thought he might have to ride out the entirety of the sandstorm in his garden, trapped within the walls of the shed with only his thoughts for company. Following his conversation with Kate, his personal reflections weren't exactly the best companions, but they never truly had been. After all, it's often his own paranoia and worries that devour him alive from the inside out rather than any legitimate threat from the world around him. He doesn't know how long he sat there on the bed, mired in his beleaguered mind, before Glacius arrived.

His hero, as always.

With the winds still roaring, his glasses pocketed for safety, and his head wrapped for protection, the icy warrior led them back home, so willing to brave the gusts and gales when his partner couldn't even bring himself to step beyond the threshold of his garden cottage. Though Glacius would undoubtedly think nothing of it, Carlisle remained quiet on the walk back -- not just because of the fact he couldn't hardly be heard over the storm, but in silent contemplation of what he should be doing with what time he has left in not only the city, but in the living realm. He had chastised Kate for taking risks, but in turn, he'd so sheltered himself from them that he wasn't truly living.

And if there is one thing he has learned from Glacius, it's that he wants to live. He desperately wants to live, despite the inevitability of his demise in a handful of years, at best.

A shower once home might have removed a lot of the grime, dust, and traces of ink, but Carlisle's thoughts still remain a burden as he steps from the bathroom, his robe wrapped around him, glasses on his face once more. Though his spectacles clear his vision, his mind remains heavy, his troubles still swarming. It's times like these he'd normally drink, but he's taken to other pursuits lately as a distraction, helping him keep his promise of sobriety. He wants to live, he reminds himself again. He should start at home -- or what is his home now. He's likely to never see Bear Den again, but... at times, he's certain that would be all right. It wouldn't be home without his partner.

"Might we talk, Glacius?" he asks as he steps into the den, looking for his friend.

[glacius]

"Of course, Carlisle," Glacius reply comes immediately-- Carlisle won't have to look far for him at all, given that he'd been sitting on the end of the couch closest to the bathroom while waiting for his partner to finish up in there. He'd at least managed not to hover, though it was hard not to when it was clear that the cleric had something on his mind.

He's at least pleased-- and greatly relieved-- that Carlisle decides to come right out with it, doesn't even attempt his usual deflection now that he doesn't have the raging sandstorms to use as an excuse for his silence. Even now they beat against the windows, rattling the frames... but it is the storms within that can cause the greatest damage. Glacius hopes he can do at least a halfway decent job of quelling whatever is plaguing his partner. He gives Carlisle a gentle, reassuring smile, scooting over to make space for his partner to join him on the couch.

"I am glad that you feel as though you can come to me. Is... something the matter? You do not seem quite yourself."

nil. | closed prompt

[atravellerwithabow]

[for the girl]

[Nil is accustomed to sandstorms. The Sundom is a desert and they can rise quickly, biting at the skin like needles, or teeth, blinding anyone who doesn't know how to handle them.

Nil is accustomed to sandstorms. When it begins, he makes sure to cover his mouth and nose, to narrow his eyes against the grains being swept up by the wind, and he goes about his business tracing his steps around the outside of the city from the day before, and the day before that. He walks the same track like a caged animal, already feeling the frustration at this cage beginning to mount, like a pressure in the back of his skull.

Nil is accustomed to sandstorms, but he is not accustomed to the way that this one rages and grows in its ferocity to the point that it drives him to take shelter on the leeward side of a building, crouched down to keep away from the worst of the blasting sand.

A door, swinging open on its hinges and banging nearby, draws his attention. He doesn't need more than a moment of thought to head towards it, near-blinded by the sand flying on the wind.]

[thelastjoy]

[She didn't speak against the roar of the wind, more to keep the sand from her mouth than to keep her words from being swallowed by the noise. She waits until the man is reasonably near before trying to usher him in with a wave of her arm, shirt held over her nose.

The building is in disrepair- she favored the broken down places to the shiny living spaces- but the walls stood firm enough to keep out the worse of the whipping sand. She doesn't mind the storm. Girl couldn't, not after a lifetime of desert living. But she still winces as she brushes grit away from her eyes and coughs to keep the mess from her lungs. She doesn't mind it, but no part of her enjoyed the harsh conditions of the desert.]

You need water?

[She asks once the man is through the doorway, rushing to make sure it gets closed tight again. She kicks a balls up shirt from the wall, trying to use it to seal up the crack under the door. Girl points distractedly to a bottle near a backpack at the far side of the room.]

Spire 2, #301 (Closed to Irisviel; 1/15)

[onlyanautomaton]

[Oscar turns from the window to address his guest.]

Is this world in any way similar to your own, Miss Irisviel?

[He wasn't satisfied with the quality of his tea selection even before their electricity ceased to function, but he doesn't feel that denying his friend and neighbor the option of a cup of tea is ideal, either. Rather than bringing the kettle near to a gentle boil, he has had to settle for hot water poured directly from the faucet. The satchel in Miss Irisviel's cup is still steeping. It does not suffice in the place of proper fine tea, but he hopes that it can be enjoyed.]

[ritualized]

[She can't help fidgeting with the teabag as it seeps, drawing it around the surface of the more-or-less hot water and watching the liquid darken. Tea is so warm and comforting, it's easy to be distracted into brooding by it. It doesn't matter to her that it's improperly made; it's just nice of Oscar to offer.]

Not nearly! [She chuckles.] There's nowhere on Earth where the sun is visible for nearly the entire day. [Not to mention the, well, single sun.] We have deserts, but I hear they're very cold for the entire night!

And... where I spent most of my life, it was almost always snowing.

Washington | closed to Kyna

[hardwearing]

[ This is the first weather Wash has experienced in Hadriel, but he's been in deserts before and can recognize a dust storm kicking up. Although in theory he could go out if necessary in his armor, it would still be really difficult to see where he was going... and his place is stocked and Kyna was over when the storm hit anyway. So he's really got no reason to go wandering even if being trapped in the apartment makes him a bit of restless. He's not the only one feeling that way, either. As he finishes up his makeshift workout for the morning he can see Kyna fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. Hmm. ]

Hey.

[ He glances out the window, where sand is pummeling the glass, then crosses the room to sit beside her on the couch. They might be stuck inside, but... ]

Let's do something fun.

[evocation]

[She's trying to compare this to a snowstorm. She doesn't actually mind those—it's an excuse to stay trapped inside and watch Netflix all day, but this is driving her a little nuts. There isn't much to do here, so when Wash seems like he has an idea, she looks blatantly relieved.]

Okay. Like what?