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.
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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?

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.]

[dedikated]

( Snapping at each other seems to be how these things go. The irritation that's already lingering in the pit of her stomach, thanks to the dust storm outside, quickly spikes further as the familiar voice snaps at her for some slight she didn't even know she was doing. Great. Carlisle's here, too. That's what she needed, after how badly their last two encounters have gone. )

You too.

( How is she supposed to greet you if she doesn't know you're there, Carlisle? Huh? )

[tongueamok]

[The cottage isn't that big, Kate. Use your eyes for something other than your work and looking at Ignis for a change.

Albeit belatedly, Carlisle feels the guilt from their last conversations still heavy on him, and realizes this might be an opportunity if he can manage to control his temper. What had Lance said? That perhaps she is too dense to realize why it is that her behavior is troubling? Well, obviously not with that exact wording, but the point remains the same: Kate is, perhaps, blissfully unaware of just how it is she comes across when she goes running into danger, and shouldn't be judged so harshly until Carlisle himself has made it perfectly clear how he feels about that. That last part is difficult terrain all by itself.

He starts slow. Step by step, he reminds himself.]

Has the storm outside grown that intolerable?

[dedikated]

( Excuse her, but it's hard to see when your sunglasses have been scratched to shit and you're trying to blink sand out of your eyes.

As if answering Carlisle's question, Kate unravels the fabric around her neck... and promptly drops a small shower of sand onto the floor. You might want to stop her before she unpins her hair and adds to that. Or maybe not, we're not the boss of you, Carlisle. )

... Aye.

( There's a brief pause as she tucks away now ruined sunglasses, staring at Carlisle a moment as the implications of that statement sink in. )

You been here long?

( And what is this place, anyway... She'd thought it was just a small shed of some sort, but there's a bed and a table. Almost like someone lives here from time to time. )

[tongueamok]

Since this morning, but I am often here at that time.

[On second inspection, Kate might realize the shed is far more personalized toward a certain clergyman: there's an odd shrine of some sort on one wall, furs covering the bed that come from beasts only a capable warrior could have slain, gardening implements all arranged carefully by size and shape, as one so fastidious would do.]

This is my garden, after all.

[dedikated]

( Now that she looks, properly looks, she can see the little details. It certainly isn't out of place with what she's seen of his apartment, his part of the house, and now the apartment he shares with Glacius. Lips purse at the comment, because she knows she was gone a few years but- )

... Weren't it on the roof?

( She remembers running past it. But then, she hasn't come across it since she came back. Little details get muddled up and forgotten after so much time away, but once it's mentioned... she's certain it was on a roof before. )

[tongueamok]

It was, but—

[Oh. Oh, she doesn't know. She doesn't know.]

It burned. Sh- Shadow burned it to the ground. I moved it because- b-because there was nothing left of it.

[It really has been some time since they had a real conversation, hasn't it?]

[dedikated]

'e did what.

( Good lord. The move makes sense but now it opens up a whole new set of questions. Like what was going through Shadow's mind and why she missed this. )

Why?

( Strange how the wrong tone used can make a question sound like a demand. )

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle's hands curl, fists forming as he remembers that night: fire all around him, the hedgehog standing over him, bruises forming where he'd been struck. There was fear he couldn't dissipate for months, guilt he still lives with. Shadow had his reasons, but—

No. He's been told that doesn't make what Shadow did right. He has to believe that.]

He... always took things hard. That— that was before you vanished, I believe, but when you left, he- he lashed out at people. He lashed out at me. I—

[Didn't he tell her this? He's so sure he did, but it's hard to remember with all they've been through, with her disappearance and Glacius' lament and the gods and the Null and she never even told him about her death so why would he tell her about this anyway this is a terrible idea and what's the point in—

He cuts himself off again, trying to stop that downward spiral. He has a script. He should use it. Stiffly, he picks up his satchel from the table, digging through it for his journal.]

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.

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?

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.

[bythewaves]

He has to keep Elrond safe, or maybe he might have protested, might have stayed outside longer. But he's as much hauling Elrond through the door as Elrond is hauling him, following the beaconsong home when visibility becomes impossible.

Once inside he seals the threshold, and only then does he allow Elrond to tug him into the kitchen.

[loveathousandyearsgone]

Elrond wouldn't have let him stay out longer than necessary. That's just fact.

He pours them each a glass of water and gets the kettle boiling for tea. "Drink," he quietly orders. "Then we will take our tea and sit with Maedhros and whoever else is with him."

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.

[bythewaves]

Maglor coughs and nods, docilely obedient to the healer's orders for the moment.

"We won't be able to save them all..."

[loveathousandyearsgone]

"No, but we did what we could. I will not let any of us die so easily due to carelessness and self-sacrifice." Especially his family.

He swiftly prepares their tea, including enough for extra mouths and takes the tray, glancing pointedly at Maglor. "Your brother awaits," even if Maedhros is probably still asleep.

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.

[circumitus]

Having been something of a hermit herself these days, seeing Rey out and about is a rare sight. Almost like a real life cryptid.

Over the howling winds, she hears someone calling out. Her reflexes are more disciplined than they used to be, so she doesn't immediately go to punch a random stranger. Making her robot dad proud. Reluctant, she accepts the goggles he offers.

"Depends. You an engineer? The damned Null took out our one dam and generator." They needed that to not rely too much on the gods, dammit!

[bythewaves]

"I suppose so." Maglor accepts the cup.

"I just don't want your hard work to go to waste, Elrond. You've coaxed so many of them back towards life... "

He looks back towards the door and nods.

"I'm so afraid he won't ever wake..."

[loveathousandyearsgone]

"And I will do so again. As many times as is needed. We will survive, ada."

Plus he's used to his work going to waste, though only sometimes.

"If we build a more permanent shelter for them, once the storm passes, it may help against future ones." Preferably one with a retractable roof so the trees still get some sunlight.

He starts towards the door, but waits patiently, understanding in his gaze. "I have seen something like this before. Give it time, he will return to you."

[bythewaves]

"I know." He sighs softly. "I just... you worked so hard... " He nods. "We can ask Tyelpe and Curvo, later."

He stares at the door a long moment before following, drawn as always, to his brother's side.

"Finno said the same. It's just so hard to belive."