Event Log: A Blustery Day

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Blustery Day event
Where: All over the city!
When: June 15th-17th
Warnings: Harsh weather conditions

Good morning and welcome to your Hadriel Weather Forecast! On the doppler today is a high chance of rainfall, coupled with dark, angry clouds, and even some hail an rumbling of wayward thunder! If you're wondering "we're in a cave, how can we have weather in a cave", then congratulations, you're doing exactly what Confusion wants you to do! Which is- you know, be confused.

For the next few days, the weather will be aggressively stormy, with severity ranging from 'mild annoyance' to full-on 'batten down the hatches and hold on'. While no tornadoes will touch down, you might want to prepare yourselves for a few dashes of lightning, winds that could knock you over, and golfball-sized hail ready to cause a couple of bruises and broken windows!

Speaking of which, are any of these houses weatherproofed? You... uh, might want to look into that, if you've got the time. Surely a few friends could help you out- just make sure you stay warm and dry! The shops aren't stocked with any new coats or anything, so you'll have to make do with what you've got. Maybe some of you still have your ugly christmas sweaters!

► This log covers June 15th-June 17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you the blustery day blusters you in the face (does that even make sense?), please let us know here.

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OTA

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Around the City and Whistler's Apartment]

To Whistler a storm is not simply an occurrence in the weather, not simply flashes of lightning or dark cloud formations. No. All of the spectacle of a storm is lost on a blind man, and in its place is only the horribly unnerving sounds and vibrations. Unable to see the lightning he has no warning for when the rumble of thunder rolls through. Unable to see the hail, he can only jump and cower when something loud and sharp smacks against the glass of his windows, or throw his arms over his head when he is suddenly pelted by them on his way to get food at the shops. This storm is clattering windows struggling against the restraints of their hints, and doors slamming and swinging freely, and all of the tools he's put together to help himself navigate this cave are rendered nearly useless.

It is not that Whistler has never been witness to storms before. That would be ridiculous for a man in his 40s. But back in San Francisco he had never born them alone. As a child he had his family. As a young man he had college roommates, and as an adult he's always somehow found himself living with one or two other people, whether it be Mother or Bish, you name them. And back home he could reason down his nerves by knowing what times of the year he could most likely expect a storm. And he could huddle away in the headquarters or in the van and try and drown it out with the even, rhythmic beeping of computers and the constant hum of machinery.

But here there is no logic. Storm in a CAVE?

For the first day Whistler does make attempts to brave the winds. Winds he can deal with. Though he finds it a struggle plain his feet safely. Now and again he sleeps, or his cane skitters away from him and fails to help him navigate on the wet ground.

But by the second day his nerves are clearly sparking, muscles drawn taught and everything about him from the way he speaks to the way he moves is tense. At times he's even trembling.

By the third day Whistler has given up any attempts to go outside and huddles in his apartment, trying to drown out the noises with his headphones and hiding among cushions to dampen the unnerving shudders of the earth when the thunder belches throughout the cave.

first or second day?

[sonofacesius]

Will had his backpack in hand, trying to navigate the city, learn his way around and look for anyone who might be injured or having trouble. He wasn't exactly used to storms either. Weather tended to move around Camp unless you really pissed off Zeus and he let storms invade the magical barrier and Camp's naturally sunny skies. Logically, he knew this wasn't Zeus. He knew about the Gods that rules the Cave he currently inhabited, but habits. Storms would always equal Zeus, and he bite his lip to refrain from asking the skies what pissed him off this time.

Narrowing his eyes, he noticed someone tense. Anyone would be in this storm, but this man was trembling. Noting the cane, he made sure to make noise as he approached and he greeted the man.

"Hey, I'm Will, can I help?"

OTA

[rehashing]

15th

[ The weather reflects how Elena feels.

Elena spends a few hours each morning at Delight's Temple. She promised Chris she'd take over for Emily, at least part time. For one thing, she likes coffee, but for another, she meets more people and it helps her focus on them and not her.

Once a day, she waits patiently in the clinic for Lance to be ready for her. She tries not to wander and be too nosy, preferring not to open closed doors and pull back any curtains. After her session, she always takes ten minutes or so to stand adjacent to the blood storage. If she's going to learn restraint, if she's going to suppress her eyes, then she has to be around it more.

She plans on spending a few hours a day in the library, but most books she comes across are useless. Although, out of boredom during one of the storms she finds herself reading a Famer's Almanac from 1979. An hour later, she lays on one the the tables, looking up. ]

16th - closed to Delight's 04

[ She spends most of the second day of storms in Connor's house. She tries not to be a noisy (or, again, nosy) guest, but she does find herself in the kitchen at one point and on a couch, reading. She peeks her head into one of Connor's roommate's rooms. ] Do you know if anybody in the house has any games?

17th - the Armory and the Speakeasy

[ She sees Caroline less because of the inclement weather, but she promises her she's working on her impulse issues. She's also eating more despite not needing or wanting to, but Caroline's right. Alcohol only goes so far, and like Lexi once said, she didn't want to be a lushy vampire.

The hail is what sends her inside twice on the 17th.

Once, she ends up in the Armory, a place she previously hasn't set foot in. She's not a weapons girl, but she does poke around to see if there's a punching bag or weight bench, something she can expend energy with. She can't run if it's raining all day. (She could, she wouldn't get a cold, but she hates the feel of wet clothing sticking to her body.)

Finally, that night she thinks it finally stopped and decides to go for a run at regular speed. Hail ruins her plans and while it doesn't hurt her, it does hurt and so she zips into the nearest establishment. One second the doorway to Rey's Speakeasy is empty and the next, Elena Gilbert stands, hair pulled into a ponytail, welts quickly healing. She locks eyes with Caroline first, Caroline singing on stage. But, she can't go back out in that.

Coming to the bar, she puts both hands on the edge. ] A glass of whatever's strongest. [ She'd ask for ice but the pain has already subsided and any proof of hail interference is gone.

She pulls out the hair tie from her hair, returning it to her right wrist. She takes a long, deep sip before taking a seat in an empty stool. Caroline's voice echoes in her head, as does the hail and rain outside - the two mixing into a cacophony. She practices her breathing and pulls out her phone. No, she shouldn't need Lance any time she gets a wave of overwhelming feelings. She sets her phone down then and takes the glass in both hands. ]

17th - the Speakeasy

[overarching]

[ The cave hasn't been generous in lightening the mood of any day since Delight and Rage left, not that Caroline's felt. The rain isn't a regularity, she's learned, so is it something one of the gods has done, too? Whatever the answer, it hasn't stopped her from doing what she's wanted to, not after her conversation with Tranquility that she liked to think was bold enough, but could've happened at any point. There was just something about knowing they're all gods, who have these temples, that left her not immediately approaching them.

She's started to sing at the Speakeasy that same week and hits the second verse of the current song when she spots Elena. The words of Breakaway don't falter. She doesn't go off pitch or miss a beat. An urgency enters her voice that she reins in well, lungs filling with more air than necessary with each intake. Caroline has had stellar control over her neurosis for years, and nerves (from seeing Elena? wanting to talk to her? from a silent guilt?) aren't going to and don't disrupt her vocal instrument's performance. Still. Maybe Elena can sense the minor strains, if she tries to.

Finishing up the song, Caroline moves over to the bar and orders a drink, standing until it arrives. Then, after a brief pause of a tension that's both pointless but timely, she sits down in a stool beside Elena. ] Hey. [ A beat. ] Is it...hailing? [ There's a pause to discern what nasty addition to the rain there may or may not be, settling on that conclusion. She hates that there's the implication that if the weather was even slightly better? Elena may have just, left, after seeing Caroline.

Her fingers grasp around the glass she hasn't yet taken a drink from. She can't help but barreling, a little, into the question that's obviously on her mind, one they both must expect. Her face stays turned to look at Elena's, tone soft. ] Are you...have you been... [ she sighs. time for a drink, words falling out of her mouth once the glass hits the bar counter ] okay? Is everything okay with -- you? [ With being the 'v' word, that one she doesn't say. They're in public and blurting out details that she wants to ask about doesn't seem like the best choice. ]

15th - Clinic

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance fortunately has been keeping a change of clothes at the Clinic due to how often he's been ending up sleeping there lately, so after being drenched by the downpour and making his post to the network he's able to dry off and not wander around in wet clothes all day. He doesn't exactly look super professional by the time he greets Elena, wearing a hoodie and jeans and his hair out of control, but he's hopeful at this point that she's willing to overlook that.

He offers a small smile, and his voice is noticeably quiet but warm and friendly as usual.]

Hello Elena. How are you doing today?

17th - the Speakeasy

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has returned to the Speakeasy in search of what? Booze? Companionship? Both? Neither? She's still slipping in the door, sort of skirting large groups of people, and trying to look like she fits into this environment. Fake it 'til you make it?

she finds herself sitting on a stool, nursing a rum and coke as another girl comes up next to her and asks for a glass of whatever's strongest. she summons her courage and asks--]

One of those days, huh?

15th - library

[skelebro]

[The library is sort of dry, right? Something like that. Brot has been climbing the walls ever since the first of the rainwater started to leak into the living room and the risk of him tearing up the old bedroom that Sans has more or less appropriated for his own is, uh - too much to deal with, just now.

The library, though. Full of books that're safe from the cold and wet, he should hope. Which is how he ends up in there with a fennec fox nestled up on one shoulder, fur spiked and darkened by the rainwater, rubbing at the back of his neck to warm him up without much success. Ain't like Sans has much body heat to share, after all.]

15th; library.

[fulminatory]

[The rain doesn't bother Jason so much as the sheer boredom of this place. Jason's time has been occupied with training and planning and fighting for years, and here, without plans or targets on which to focus his attention, he's somewhat at a loss for what to do with himself. So the library it is, rifling through the stacks, puzzling out titles from the languages he recognizes, staring in confusion at the ones he doesn't. It's frankly baffling how many books this place has and how many of them are just completely impossible to read.

A Farmer's Almanac is something he recognizes, though, even if it's not the sort of thing he'd ever imagine picking up for leisure reading. The fact that Elena has draws a quiet laugh out of Jason.]

So ... what's the word on planting from back in 1979?

closed to Carlisle

[glacius]

As usual, Glacius is out patrolling the city when the latest change begins in the city begins to occur; what is unusual is that this is actually a welcome change, at least for the icy alien. He casts his eyes upwards as the unnatural lighting in the cave is blotted out by the dark clouds that are gathering near its ceiling; a few raindrops spatter to the ground, fat and heavy, and then the next thing he knows he is out in the middle of a torrential downpour.

The alien casts a brief look around to make sure no one is around... and then lifts cranes his neck and lifts his head up, all of his gills opening. The thunder is not the only thing rumbling out through the air, now; the otherworldly being's mirth and amusement is its own powerful sound. He's sure there's a reason the gods are doing this, but he can always do with this being colder and wetter. The rain gets frozen into his icy shell, effectively replenishing and strengthening it; at the same time, his respiratory organs relish the fresh hydration.

Still, this isn't going to be a completely carefree event, and Glacius realizes that after taking a few moments to bask in the irony of one of the god's games actually benefiting him. This weather is going to pose problems for a number of his friends, and he knows for a fact that this is the time of day that his partner usually heads down to the park to check on his garden. The ice alien starts to move with haste, stopping by the apartment to see if Carlisle has somehow made it back before the downpour set in. When it becomes apparent that he has not, Glacius grabs up a few things for the likely cold and wet human's benefit, then heads out to the park.

Somehow the weather has only gotten worse in the brief time he's been inside; the rain is coming down in thick sheets, beating against the buildings and the ground, gathering in thick puddles that coat nearly every inch of the earth. It doesn't pose a problem for him, but it does make him all the more adamant on getting Carlisle back to a place of proper refuge... and in the mean time, he can only hope that shack they've built is providing him some shelter. The ice alien is coming upon it now, his glowing green eyes able to see despite the heavy rain and the darkness.

"Carlisle, I'm here," the ice alien calls out, his voice raised to be able to be heard over the loud and consistent rainfall; he knows visibility is likely shot for the humans and their less honed senses, and the last thing he wants to happen is for his skittish partner to see his movement and the glow of his eyes and mistake him for some sort of creature, prowling out around the edges of the garden. "Are you in there? I've brought supplies!"

[tongueamok]

The door to the shed in Carlisle's garden opens, revealing two things: first is the inside of the small building, a shelter from the storm brewing outside. Initially constructed from materials pilfered from other buildings to give Carlisle somewhere to store the odds and ends his garden requires, the other half of the building has become more of a sanctuary over time. Lights pinched from one of the parties are strewn along the corners of the ceiling, enchantments upon them allowing them to illuminate a small table and pallet bed that hug the far wall. It's not much, but it's a tiny home away from home should the city ever be split off in some way that prevents him from returning to the apartment.

Or should another vampire show up demanding his blood in return for the safety of his friends. Either way, it serves a purpose.

And its purpose now is the second revelation that comes when the door opens: sheltering a drenched and disgruntled Carlisle. Rather than wearing his wool vestments, he chose something lighter today... and something unfortunately less water-resistant. The downpour must have caught him unawares: his shirt clings to every inch of him, as do his pants, his glasses still flecked with droplets. His hair lacks its usual volume, even that found when he dries himself after a shower; with no towels around -- why would he need them when gardening in a cave, after all? -- the various strands hang heavily all around his brow, complementing the sour look emblazoned on his face.

He might be cold and wet, but the rain has stoked a fire in him somewhere. "Rain!" he coughs out, his teeth chattering, arms rubbing one another as he continues. "In a c- cave! Of all things, the gods would bring a torrent up-p-pon our heads! And as pleasant a shelter as this is, I n- never expected I would need a change of clothes here, should I suddenly -- oh, I don't know -- get completely and utterly s-s-soaked by a storm underground!"

He steps aside to let Glacius in as he fumes.

OTA!

[leashed]

Rooftop of Guard HQ & Clinic

[It had only been raining for an hour or so before it became abundantly clear that the various buildings weren't built for keeping out this amount of water. With all the winds and the biting rain, it's no wonder that most people wouldn't want to go out in it, and so Rome has taken it upon himself to try and fix the issues presented to him, starting with two of the larger community buildings in the city.

He has a variety of supplies, but is mostly armed with sheets of plastic tarping and duct tape- novice, but it'll have to do, and he hunkers down on the rooftop, just a dark shape amidst the clouds, and starts draping the sheeting over corners, careful not to slip and fall all the way down to the ground.

It's a precarious job, but someone has to do it. He takes a moment to wipe the rainwater from his eyes before continuing, driven, barely flinching at the sound of faraway thunder.]

Afterward - Speakeasy

[When Rome steps in through the door, he's positively drenched as if he'd just gone swimming in his full clothing. He's carrying a bag with some of the plastic sheeting left over and he looks... well, a little shell-shocked.]

I've never seen so much rain, [he finds himself murmuring quietly, still in a little awe.] I didn't... know that so much water even could exist in one place.

[Forgive him, he's from a pretty barren desert.]

Clinic pls

[drabsolutelynot]

[Through the sound of the rain it takes Rosen a few minutes to realize that, in addition to the sound of raindrops pelting the building, there is also something heavier, more deliberate sounding - footsteps.

Hurrying to the front door he flinchingly steps out in the bad weather, his coat held semi-uselessly above his head as he tries to make out the figure on the roof]

Hello! [He calls, though trying to be mindful not to startle them] Thats is pretty dangerous, do you know what you are doing?!

Clinic also because get down from there Rome omg

[lifetothefullest]

[It's definitely difficult to hear over the rest of the storm, but after a few minutes Lance is certain that what he's hearing on the roof is not hail. But what it actually is he's not sure of, and so it warrants investigation; who knows if there's more to this event than some hail? What if it's like, a The Mist situation or something?

...He probably shouldn't be going out to look if that's the case, but just ignore that.

Lance steps out into the rain, pretty much as unbothered by the weather as is really possible, and shields his eyes--ineffectually--with a hand as he tries to see what's going on on the roof, looking for the source of the noise. And it's... A person? With tarps. Okay, that's very practical and helpful and definitely not a The Mist situation, but it's also really dangerous and Lance would really like whoever it is to get off the roof this instant.

Only there's kind of a problem; he can't--or shouldn't, at the very least--shout, and the storm is far too loud for his voice to carry otherwise. So for several seconds he just sort of stands there, frowning up at the figure on the roof, before an idea comes to him and he pulls out his phone. It takes another moment to find the right options, but soon he's holding the device up and hoping it's at least mostly waterproof, turning the flashlight off and on a few times deliberately in an attempt to catch Rome's attention.]

Clinic

[knifecollecting]

[Jo was trying to keep up her routine despite the storm, so she walks towards the clinic as usual.

There's an odd shape on the roof and it takes her a moment to place it as someone on the roof. When she's close enough she shields her eyes with a hand, failing to keep the water out of her eyes but still trying.]

Hey, what are you doing up there?

Speakeasy

[mismanagement]

[Maketh does not like rain. She likes it slightly more than snow, however, and that's the only reason she's retained even a smidgen of good humor. That, and the fact that Hadriel still has a decent supply of alcohol to ease things along. She's also had a chance to change out of her wet clothes and into something relatively warm.

It's clear that Rome has not had the same opportunity.

Maketh sets her drink down with a frown.]

Rome. Are you all right?

Guard HQ

[survivethis]

Jill has never seen weather like this in the caves before. And she thought it was crazy when it snowed! This seemed a whole new level of bizarre. A little rain she might've shrugged off, but it's almost as if they were in the middle of a tropical depression. It was difficult to go on patrol, though she sure as hell tried, but eventually she had to hunker down in the HQ and wait for the rain to let up a bit.

That's when she heard some strange sounds from the roof and sought to investigate. She went outside and looked up, only to see someone was actually up there.

"Hey! That's dangerous! Come down!" The winds had to be even stronger on top of the roof of the warehouse that functioned as their HQ.

speakeasy.

[circumitus]

The sudden downpour doesn't leave Rey steeping in mysteries. It's a god-thing, without a doubt, and between this and the snow they had a while ago, a change of weather is oddly refreshing, even if it is out of place in this setting.

Having traveled to various corners of the globe throughout her many lifetimes, even the false memories in her head provided safety and survival procedures for how to deal with the onslaught of storm tearing through the city. Rey was quick to reinforce the structure so they didn't end up with various holes riddling the still relatively new bar and casino.

Rey is putting up a plastic covering over a window that's been shattered by the hail. The way things have been going, it's a miracle that the damage hasn't been worse, but preparations have been handy.

Then the door creaks open. She turns her head to find Rome looking like he just walked out of a warzone.

"Never been to the ocean, huh?" Rey asks with some levity in her tone, brows raising slightly at him.

[danseur]

OPEN:

[ so it's raining, a lot, and this generic looking dude in his mid-twenties is soaked through. his bangs are plastered to his forehead and his thin jacked is glued to his frame, but he seems strangely Intent about something as he rounds a corner out on the street. anyone who sees him might actually think that he's on the hunt for something, which is certainly want it seems like.

if he runs into your character - and he might literally run into your character, because he certainly is acting on a single minded purpose right now - he will apologize and excuse himself, before asking over the rain: ]

Hey, have you seen some guy come this way?

[ helpful. ]

CLOSED TO ROME:

[ and so, when he finally finds wherever rome is staying? he's just going to watch him. through the window. he's trying to make a point here, okay, crazy weather be fucking damned. ]

[leashed]

[He notices him rather quickly- of course he does, but he's not quite sure what to do about it at first, so he simply goes about his day as normal, acutely aware of being watched, but accustomed enough to it that it doesn't stop him from making himself some tea and taking it to one of his chairs.

His home is sparse and it would barely look lived-in if not for the fact that it's cleaner than most other uninhabited houses in the city. Still, there's not much to do there and so he simply sits there and pages through the network on his communication device as he finishes up his tea.

It's an hour- maybe more, before he sits up and moves to wash his cup, drying it carefully and setting it away.

Finally, finally he moves over toward the window, not quite making eye contact with Morgan until he finally slides it open a crack, to stare at the other man skeptically.]

I have to do my rounds soon. Would you like to come in?

[knifecollecting]

The 15th and 16th; OTA

[For the first two days of the storm Jo tries to go about her business as usual. Obviously, even for the cave, this is unusual weather, but she won't let it stop her. She checks the stores for food, makes her usual rounds for supplies. She even makes her way to the clinic to make sure everything is okay there.]

You think they could've given us raincoats or something. [Annoyed? Who, Jo?

...Yes.]

The 17th; Closed to Amos

[Her last trip made her decide to finally give up and stay in the apartment for the rest of the storm. It's a hard decision for her to make given how much she hates feeling trapped but the weather is too rough for her to try to do anything. She paces the apartment for a few minutes, doing her best to ignore the storm before she decides to return to her room to take care of her knives and the pistol she has from Dean.

Soon enough that is finished and she heads for Amos' room, knocking quietly on the door.]

Are you here?

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has been out and about doing much the same thing--looking for food, for new clothing, and she's been looking down the entire time, trying to avoid notice and completely failing when she runs right into another person talking about raincoats]

--oh, shit! I'm--I'm sorry. Shit.

jack wynand | ota

[wynand]

[Water isn't a problem. Adverse weather conditions, alien as they are down here, are nothing compared to the accumulated swirl of detritus and seawater spilling from cracks in the clear, thick glass that joined sections of the city together, chunks of a fallen aircraft cleaving through the structure like a hot knife through butter and nearly drowning him, sputtering and gagging, in the salt and brine of the surrounding ocean.

Aside from some squinting through the sleet-like rain and the grim, resolute squaring of his shoulders, Jack plows through the city the same as usual, head bowed to the gusting wind.

His destination will soon become evident, as it's where he spends most of the remainder of the stormy days: the orchard. He's still adjusting to fresh fruit in his diet, and he'd be loathe to forsake such a rarity, a delicacy even, just because of a little wind and rain. Setting up windbreaks of rudimentary fencing while soaked to the bone is a bit of a trial, but at least he isn't fending off splicers one-handed while he does it.

When things are underground like this, surely all their oxygen is coming from the trees - just like Rapture. They have to be protected.]

Me: do I have enough threads with Zero? Nah.

[save_theworld]

[Bad weather isn't something they're unused to, themself. Whilst there was a stillness to the Underground, it didn't change the fact that the climates contained within were often extremes- and they'd grown up on the Surface. Watching storms outside their bedroom window, walking to school on blustery days.

It's a little different, down here, though their destination is the very same that Jack has in mind. Hurrying along, their sweater is doing absolutely nothing to protect them from the weather, soaked through and clinging to their back. Nor do they have the height or girth of an adult, and so each strong gust of wind hinders their progress, little legs working overtime just to ensure they don't go skidding back several feet.

Not much fun. Still, they're determined. Wet, but determined. A little wind won't stop them... even if they are having some trouble getting down the street.]

sans | ota

[skelebro]

[Yeah, so this is like Waterfall but a thousand times worse.

The cold ain't the problem for a guy like him, so much. He's got no skin and no blood to be chilled or warmed by the weather. Don't mean the cling of wet clothing to bone is comfortable, however, and the blowing about detritus is far from ideal when a too-powerful gust of wind is enough to reduce you to dusty powder.

At some point, he accrued a number of belongings he ain't sure what to do with. Sans shuttles his moped to the lab, tight-sealed as it is, and locks it up tight. And then -

Well, then he's gotta get a box of demonic, scratchy-voiced cats somewhere they won't mind the cold and wet, all while Mandelbrot clings to his shoulder, ears pressed flat to his forehead in obvious discomfort.

Gotta dry place for a box of cats that look like they crawled out of a Kafka novel? 'Cause Sans would love to hear about it.]

[soundtest]

[Napstablook had been on their way home as soon as the real downpour started, but it doesn't really seem to matter where they go, just about everywhere is soaking in water right about now. The former ghost even looks like someone sank them to the bottom of the lake and left them there, with their clothes soaked and hanging off their body.

Napstablook doesn't really have any belongings, just headphones and... well, a lot of demon kittens and a stockpile of canned cat food. But before they can reach the house, it seems like Sans has already got the cat problem covered. Sort of.]

s-sans??
oh thank goodness... are they ok? is... is everyone else ok??

Chara | Open

[nothingleft]

Statue

[So when it rains in caves it rains cats, dogs and the kitchen sink. As much as they didn't like thinking about it, Chara couldn't remember the storms on the Surface being this bad. The best they can compare it too was Waterfall, but unlike the soft rain that was nice to listen too, this was so much harsher.

Brings to mind the Great Flood they read about once, in class. Then they discard that memory because no, they refuse to remember it.

Still, thinking of Waterfall reminds Chara of a certain statue that is now in Hadriel, and how water doesn't agree with the music box inside. So they wait until the weather is at its lowest before venturing out with a tarp and some rope. The wind is still pretty nasty and it's very likely the tarp will get away from Chara at one point, but despite everything they had gone up to when they had left for home...

There's a certain song they want to....keep going. That's all.]

Shops

[Well this is annoying.

This time Chara had ducked outside to grab some supplies when the weather went from bad to worse. Rain battered against the shop that they had scrambled inside to escape from and it was freezing inside. Luckily there was food in here and Chara had their phone and sleeping bag in their Inventory if worst came to worse. It just was annoying.

But there was no point in complaining. Settling down in a corner of the shop that still had full view of the front door, Chara prepared to wait out the weather until it became clear enough to make a run for it.

...they may be here for awhile, by the looks of it.]

statue

[wynand]

[He almost thinks it's Frisk from the back. The cut of the hair, the size, the stature, the resolve that colors their motions - it all smacks of the small child he encountered in the shops during those first few turbulent days of his arrival, the one he's still not sure about in terms of gender or otherwise, but ultimately, he's found it doesn't matter much at all. They're still a child, and they're still in need of his help - just like this one.

Jack catches the edge of the tarp as it's nearly torn from the child's hands in a particular nasty gust of wind. He surveys the statue only for a moment, storm-battered and soaked to the bone, before yanking the edge of the tarp over.

The sooner he can help, the sooner he can get them out of this rain.]

Napstablook | ota

[soundtest]

[Around the City]

[Napstablook had been searching the city in hopes of looking into some music equipment - since all they had now was their headphones. And normally a damp cave wouldn't be too much of a bother to Napstablook, since the lived in the wettest part of the Underground.

It's a different experience though, when they feel drizzling rain for the first time as a human instead of a ghost. They look up, feeling it on their face for a little while when...

A loud, crackling boom echoes throughout the cave. Napstablook gives a startled yelp, before diving behind a pile of nearby rocks - which doesn't hide them at all - and covers their head and ears with their hands.]

[wynand]

[Jack's making rounds about the city, sweeping his gaze back and forth. The weather is far from the worst he's endured, compared to the cramped, flooded nature of water, the way he'd tramped through most of the city while utterly drenched. It makes sense that those most cut out to scour Hadriel while it's like this should do so, and ensure that no one's hurt or lost or caught in the cold.

And speaking of which, he nearly trips over Napstablook curled behind some rocks. Immediately, Jack stoops to try and help them to their feet, one arm hooking over their shoulders if they let him.

Come on, pal. Time to get up.]

OTA, it's raining dragoons

[dragonsgrasp]

[Jumping through the air, Kain is just going about a pretty normal day at first. It's pretty common for him to hang out at high vantage points, on rooftops, on the very top of the spires, basically any height he can get to. Of course, something is very different today... as a sudden massive gust of wind comes straight at him midair to knock him right off course.]

[Kain is caught enough off guard that he can't quite stop his descent, even if he manages to regain a bit of control. He slows himself enough to stop this from being a totally dangerous collision... but, unfortunately, not to stop the collision entirely.]

[So watch out! A dragoon is coming down from above to knock over whoever happens to be down below... Ouch!!]

[begaydocrimes]

Auughhhh!!

[Kain nearly knocks down a small cat-like creature, who scrambles out of the way just before he crashes down on top of her. Mae has something fairly large wrapped up in a tarp, clutching it tightly.]

Geez! Are you okay?