hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dust to Dust

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Event Log: Dust to Dust

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.

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[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?

[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.

Edited 2018-01-15 09:29 (UTC)

[Firo frowns at the sand getting all over the entranceway. Disconcerting enough to see it leaking out of a guy, and then knowing you'll have to clean it up makes it even more annoying.]

What, people like you? You'll get killed out there.

Can't kill what isn't alive to begin with.

[He looks down at the sand around his feet, sighing to himself. He'll sweep that up before he leaves, Firo. He wouldn't want to make a mess of his daughter's establishment.]

You seem alive enough to me, nuts and bolts or not. And I bet there's ways to mess you up enough that it'd all come out to the same thing.

[It's not a threat but an observation of something Firo assumes is simple fact simply because it's all he knows about the world. Hell, he's immortal and can still be killed.]

Do you want a drink or something?

[Do people like Nick drink? Firo supposes he'll find out.]

[Nick can't help but smirk just a little at Firo's assessment of his perceived humanity -- he does appreciate it when folks think of him as more real than he himself does.]

No drink for me, thanks. [He makes sure to shake out the rest of the sand from his pants by the door there, scraping it into a pile with his shoe before stepping further inside.] You might need whatever supplies you've got here in case folks hole up in this place for any longer than a few hours. No telling how long the storm outside will last.

[Especially if it isn't caused by the gods. He can't imagine which one would be feeding off causing a sandstorm. Unlike the previous instances, this one seems like it might just be the area they're in rather than godly machinations.]

Edited 2018-01-17 09:07 (UTC)

Suit yourself. But at least sit down or something.

[He says it critically in the hopes that it won't be mistaken for hospitality. He's not really comfortable with Nick, especially with the kind of terms they've been on.

His tone loses some of its edge as he thinks of the storm. This is unlike anything he's experienced, even a blizzard.]

Do you know anything about this kinda thing?

[And there goes Nick's light smile, a tinge of ruefulness tainting it at Firo's tone. While he hasn't exactly set out to change opinions of him -- it just isn't Nick's style -- the synth can't help but be quietly frustrated to always have his attempts at geniality thrown back in his face, especially from the other person Rey claims as family in Hadriel. He gets it: there are just some things that are hard to reconcile, especially when one person has the memories of an old cop, and the other takes pride in dabbling in illegalities.

But he's not a cop any more than he's the real Nick Valentine, and moreover, they do have common ground, terrain they've tread before, someone they both care about and whose well-being they can agree on. Maybe one day, Nick thinks idly, they can have a normal conversation without the icy tone. He considers just going back out, not stirring the pot where he's not welcome (and he'd rather not cause problems for Rey when she gets in), but he already got sand in the doorway and will just bring in more if he opens it again. He can step out during a lull.

Until then, he does take a seat, his processor quietly whirring away as it tells him he needs to run a diagnostic. The sandstorm is doing him no favors.]

Not sandstorms, no. Closest thing we had back in the Commonwealth were radiation storms. Less sand and grit, but plenty else you had to worry about when those rolled into town.

[He wrinkles his nose, thinking. Though he wouldn't admit it, the dust storm has him concerned, and a part of him had been hopeful that whatever Nick would say would reveal that it's no big deal. (To which Firo could then, obviously, pretend that he totally knew that already.) He'll take the distraction, though.]

Radiation? How do you get a storm out of something like that?

[He only has a vague knowledge about it from Szilard, though he doesn't care to dig too deeply beyond knowing that it's something of a hot topic among scientists in his day (or right before Szilard bit it, since Firo doesn't keep up with these things).

As he speaks, Firo gradually makes his way over to Nick's table and takes one of the seats across from him as casually as he can. He's in this venture with Rey, so he can sit wherever he pleases, right? So what if it happens to be near where Nick already is? Firo can reassure himself and any imaginary observers that it's only because he's curious and pumping the guy for information, it's not like they're hanging out.]

[ooc: Would the processor be audible to someone besides Nick? Sounds like quite the conversation starter!]

[ooc: Yep! If you want to have Firo hear it, go for it! :>]

When the whole world is saturated with it, the stuff just gets into the atmosphere. Hangs out in the clouds and comes down to poison everything all over again.

[Being perceptive as he is, Nick notes how Firo edges over to him, takes the chair across from him -- and this time, though he holds back his smile, the look in his eyes hints at his appreciation. He's not expecting them to ever be friends, no... but the fact Firo is making some attempt at conversation, and even closing the gap between them, is encouraging.

But he won't make a big show of it either, knowing that'd probably put Firo off more than anything. They're supposed to be getting along -- it's in both of their best interests, given the state of the city and their shared family.]

[ooc: Thanks! :)]

Sounds like a treat...

[At least they're not dealing with that here; there's a silver lining!

Firo frowns and tilts his head to one side as he hears the processor, a noise that he can't place. Not quite the howl of wind--softer but still audible.]

Do you hear that? Is that the wind?

[This could be bad--if the wind's picking up that much, Firo's not sure if he can barricade them in here well enough.]

Hm?

[Nick actually looks over his shoulder toward the door, making sure he shut it nice and tight -- he did, thankfully -- before turning his glowing eyes to the windows. The sand battering the glass doesn't sound anything like the hum of the wind, but—]

Oh, that's probably my processor you're hearing. [He taps the side of his hat, up near his cranium.] The one up here acts about like the human brain, complete with telling me when I oughtta see a doctor. Or in my case, a mechanic.

[Close enough.]

[Firo's look of curiosity twists into a grave frown.]

Uh, so what's that mean? Are you gonna keel over here or something?

[Is there even a mechanic around here? What's he supposed to do? Rey would be so upset if something happened to Nick!]

[Nick shakes his head -- he's really doing his best not to smile.]

No, nothing like that. And even if I did, Rey could get me working again if she had to.

[Though he'd rather not worry her like that. She didn't take it so well the last time he had an emergency shutdown.]

It's just all the grit and sand in the old parts. Nothing worth worrying about just yet.

[Not that he thought Firo was worried, of course. That'd be silly.]

Edited 2018-02-10 08:11 (UTC)

[Firo drums his fingers on the table. He's not entirely convinced, and that's enough that he forgets that he's not supposed to care one way or another.]

That doesn't hurt or anything?

Not unless something stops working all of a sudden. I've had my leg give out once or twice while here, even an emergency shutdown. Think I nearly gave Rey a heart attack when that happened.

[He can chuckle about that now, but it definitely wasn't funny at the time.]

What's a shutdown look like?

[Ennis had compared Szilard's ability to abruptly sever her life as a mass layoff of a branch office in a big company. Shutdown sounds almost like the same thing to Firo, given what little he knows of Nick.]

( 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?

[He straights his posture, frowning.]

Hey, I meant to be here.

[Mainly because... well, somebody hasn't gone through the trouble of finding somewhere else to stay. Besides, somebody should keep an eye on the place.]

What're you doing?

( he looks around the place again, with an understanding nod. there are definitely worse places to be. )

Temporary shelter. Trying to get back home, but... ( he frowns. ) It doesn't seem to be letting up at all yet.

( so, he's got some time. ) Drink?

[Firo frowns and shakes his head. Normally he wouldn't want to seem like a worrywart in public, but this whole thing isn't normal.]

Don't risk it if you don't have to. I've never seen anything like this before.

[He waves his hand at the array of bottles they keep at the bar.]

What'll you have?

Yeah, its a real eyesore.

( you know, both literally and figuratively. )

Mmm, surprise me? ( hes hung around in bars before plenty of times, but being that he was only going on seventeen... )

How about the sandstorm special?

[Tragically, the pun is lost on Firo, who simply nods in agreement.

Hmm, a surprise... He ducks under the counter to rummage around their offerings, only to pop his head up a moment later to raise a skeptical eyebrow.]

Even if I made silly drinks like that, what would that even be?

[It sounds like one of those "fun" cocktail things people like, but Firo's not making anything with steps beyond "pour out of bottle."]

( tragic, indeed... )

It would probably taste rather gritty. Actually, it doesn't sound like it would be good at all. So how about something easy, instead.

What do people usually order?

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