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hadriel_logs2016-12-25 04:43 pm
mismanagement) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-12-25 04:43 pm
Entry tags:
a line in the sand [open]
Who: Ashoka and Maketh, possibly others
What: Catch all
Where: Guard post
When: Evening
Warnings: tbd
What a goddamn mess. Despite Maketh's frantic cleaning attempts, Sato's nonsense left a mark. There are scorch marks on the floor and little glints of shrapnel embedded in the walls. The door had to be replaced entirely. The whole place stinks of gunpowder and something sour.
But, in the end, the walls are still standing. They're still here. No doubt the gods are laughing.
Maketh huffs, smoothing a hand over her coat. She's spent the past few hours cleaning and organizing, and things are almost acceptable. The system has been restored.
There are still marks on the wall.
Maketh takes a breath and looks away. It's fine. It's just fine, she can ignore that, she can fix it later. Everything can be fixed. She just has to get it right so this won't happen again. Everything in its place. If the system is perfect, then nothing else will go wrong.
She'll start with the reports. Those ought to be rechecked and filed again.
It's late Maketh hears a noise at the door, late enough that nearly everyone else in the city is asleep. But the work isn't done yet. It isn't perfect. She looks up with a start, nearly dropping the file she's working on. "Oh. Ah. I wasn't expecting anyone."
What: Catch all
Where: Guard post
When: Evening
Warnings: tbd
What a goddamn mess. Despite Maketh's frantic cleaning attempts, Sato's nonsense left a mark. There are scorch marks on the floor and little glints of shrapnel embedded in the walls. The door had to be replaced entirely. The whole place stinks of gunpowder and something sour.
But, in the end, the walls are still standing. They're still here. No doubt the gods are laughing.
Maketh huffs, smoothing a hand over her coat. She's spent the past few hours cleaning and organizing, and things are almost acceptable. The system has been restored.
There are still marks on the wall.
Maketh takes a breath and looks away. It's fine. It's just fine, she can ignore that, she can fix it later. Everything can be fixed. She just has to get it right so this won't happen again. Everything in its place. If the system is perfect, then nothing else will go wrong.
She'll start with the reports. Those ought to be rechecked and filed again.
It's late Maketh hears a noise at the door, late enough that nearly everyone else in the city is asleep. But the work isn't done yet. It isn't perfect. She looks up with a start, nearly dropping the file she's working on. "Oh. Ah. I wasn't expecting anyone."