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nexus_crossings2019-01-03 10:57 am
shardofwinter) wrote in nexus_crossings2019-01-03 10:57 am
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The Start of the Storm
The god hosted Yule party left the Nexus in the state of beautiful Winter Wonderland. With the snow falling softly and steadily, and the beautiful festive lights twinkling in the darkness, the Nexus is left with a sense of serene nostalgia hanging in the cold air. This peace and joy clings to the streets for several weeks, buoying everyone’s mood as they look back on the past year and forward to ringing in the new one.
It starts in the Wilds, and the outskirts. The cold air suddenly feels like it freezes everything it touches in an instant. Light doesn’t quite pierce the gloom. Gentle snowfall becomes thick and falls hard. One or two people looking for shelter from their uninhabitable homes isn’t too noticeable. People can still enjoy their pretty Winter, blissfully unaware. Pipes freeze solid, paths become impassable, power cuts out, simple walks become baffling in the poor visibility. Soon it’s not one or two people, it’s many, it’s families. There are people coming in, bloody, bruised and scared, saying they were chased. Eventually the kindness of friends and strangers becomes strained. Spare rooms are packed to the brim and the storm that stays just shy of the bizarre torches somehow seems to have a slow, but unmistakable march closer towards a point where the Plaza, Industrial sector and Downtown meet. On top of that, people are complaining about PINpoints acting up or portals freezing over.
Streets are becoming packed full of people with far more problems than solutions. Huddling together and whispering about ghosts and monsters moving about in the shadows. In a place with no government, no organisation, no collaborative emergency services, chaos and confusion reigns supreme. And with chaos, comes panic. With confusion, comes frustration and anger. The Nexus is a powder keg waiting to blow.
That’s certainly how one Durant sees it. As a manager, Isidor is keen on organisation and order. Both things that are lacking in the Nexus at the moment. Groups pop up to help, but struggle to communicate effectively, or work together. Some people get free food twice, some people are still waiting for some at all. It’s madness, and Isidor can’t stand it. Particularly because she, her brother and sister-in-law are stuck here. So, when nobody else takes the mantle, Isidor Durant takes it upon herself to inject some order into this scrum.
In her fur hat and long coat, leather gloves and thick boots, Isidor can be seen directing people this way and that. There’s something about a confident person taking charge that means people instinctively defer to them. She becomes the point of contact quite easily, with people soon taking her direction regardless of whether or not they know her. Under her instruction, people are directed to a building that has tables set up, queues in front of them, and volunteers behind them taking names and telling people where to go. It might still be chaos, but at least now it’s organised chaos.
The question is: Where will your character go?
((Below are comments for each desk. Tag any of them, threadhop, or post with your own character. I suggest putting your character’s name in the subject to help keep things clear. Comments marked with a snowflake ( ❅ ) have been coordinated with the mods and I as official event comments. The OOC Post is here! If you have any questions, feel free to message me or one of the mods!))
Threads of Note
Medicine/Illness | Shelter/Heat | Food | Security/Crime | Lost items/people | Misc resources/Donations | Volunteers | Expeditions | Planning Table/The woman in charge | Drulb's Deelz | A Ship in the Outskirts
It starts in the Wilds, and the outskirts. The cold air suddenly feels like it freezes everything it touches in an instant. Light doesn’t quite pierce the gloom. Gentle snowfall becomes thick and falls hard. One or two people looking for shelter from their uninhabitable homes isn’t too noticeable. People can still enjoy their pretty Winter, blissfully unaware. Pipes freeze solid, paths become impassable, power cuts out, simple walks become baffling in the poor visibility. Soon it’s not one or two people, it’s many, it’s families. There are people coming in, bloody, bruised and scared, saying they were chased. Eventually the kindness of friends and strangers becomes strained. Spare rooms are packed to the brim and the storm that stays just shy of the bizarre torches somehow seems to have a slow, but unmistakable march closer towards a point where the Plaza, Industrial sector and Downtown meet. On top of that, people are complaining about PINpoints acting up or portals freezing over.
Streets are becoming packed full of people with far more problems than solutions. Huddling together and whispering about ghosts and monsters moving about in the shadows. In a place with no government, no organisation, no collaborative emergency services, chaos and confusion reigns supreme. And with chaos, comes panic. With confusion, comes frustration and anger. The Nexus is a powder keg waiting to blow.
That’s certainly how one Durant sees it. As a manager, Isidor is keen on organisation and order. Both things that are lacking in the Nexus at the moment. Groups pop up to help, but struggle to communicate effectively, or work together. Some people get free food twice, some people are still waiting for some at all. It’s madness, and Isidor can’t stand it. Particularly because she, her brother and sister-in-law are stuck here. So, when nobody else takes the mantle, Isidor Durant takes it upon herself to inject some order into this scrum.
In her fur hat and long coat, leather gloves and thick boots, Isidor can be seen directing people this way and that. There’s something about a confident person taking charge that means people instinctively defer to them. She becomes the point of contact quite easily, with people soon taking her direction regardless of whether or not they know her. Under her instruction, people are directed to a building that has tables set up, queues in front of them, and volunteers behind them taking names and telling people where to go. It might still be chaos, but at least now it’s organised chaos.
The question is: Where will your character go?
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((Below are comments for each desk. Tag any of them, threadhop, or post with your own character. I suggest putting your character’s name in the subject to help keep things clear. Comments marked with a snowflake ( ❅ ) have been coordinated with the mods and I as official event comments. The OOC Post is here! If you have any questions, feel free to message me or one of the mods!))
Threads of Note
Medicine/Illness | Shelter/Heat | Food | Security/Crime | Lost items/people | Misc resources/Donations | Volunteers | Expeditions | Planning Table/The woman in charge | Drulb's Deelz | A Ship in the Outskirts
❅ Volunteers
When your turn comes, her smile is wide, her voice soft and cheerful, her words automatic. “Hello! May I take your name and a list of skills you might be able to volunteer?”
Palmer
"I'm Jim Palmer," he says, coming forward and introducing himself. "I'm a mechanic. Been professional 'bout it for a while now. I'm imaginin' you guys might need folks to handle vehicles or fix things that get broken, and that's where I could come in. I can fix a lotta things, especially anything with wheels and a motor."
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After writing down his name, she looks up at Palmer again, overly cheerful as she talks to him. "You should keep in contact with Katsuya in charge of shelters and heat supplies; Jim Kirk of expeditions if they have vehicles; and Tamminy at the Donations table. Please tell them your profession and that I sent you over. Tamminy in particular may be working on creating useful objects to keep things running smoothly!"
Natalie
There's so much going on right now that she's caught up in the confusion, seeing people panicking and gathering around in groups. Where should she go? What should she be doing? One gloved hand grabs the strap around her bag tightly, making sure it's still there, before approaching the strange mannequin woman. Volunteering is a good start.
"Hi, my name is Natalie and I set things on fire." Wait. She shakes her head quickly, realizing how unhelpful that sounds. "I'm a fire Pokemon trainer, so I can use that element to help people. Do you know of anyone who needs my skills?"
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"Katsuya is in charge of heat. He will surely want further sources of warmth." Her eyes beam at Natalie. "Do you have any additional skills to contribute?"
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Such a weird person but off she goes to check in with the Crossroads Cafe owner.
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It's nothing bad, he just has a question. "Only 'cause I'm a little worried about Willie in this cold."
He's left her back home for the moment, wedged up against Mightyena's side for warmth, probably, but this storm is starting to look bad, for all species involved.
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"Willie should be fine if he's in his Poke'ball. Those are created with extreme heat and cold in mind. I don't think it's good for any non-ice type Pokemon to be out in this cold right now. Many of them will try to find shelter, or be forced out of the Wilds and into the urban Nexus areas." Only now does she worry that certain Pokemon might start attacking people for food, but most are passive even under elemental duress.
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Well, there's that question answered without him even asking. They can put Mightyena in his, too, if need be. "Do they...god, I hate askin' this, but do you reckon they can eat a little less if they spend time in the balls? Only, we're good right now but if people are already linin' up for rations it won't be long before there start to be questions and fights over who and what type of living thing gets how much."
And there's always a chance someone will get desperate enough to hunt pets and Pokemon for food, but Cricket doesn't want to think about that right now.
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Despite all the snowstorm panic, there's a big grin on her face, staying positive the entire time. "Don't worry, Cricket! As long as Willie is with you in her Pokeball, everything is fine! This storm will probably blow over in a few days time and life will go back to normal!"
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"Shit, you don't know how much better that makes me feel, Natalie," he tells her. "I could just hug you right now."
Actually, he will hug her right now if she seems like she doesn't mind, but it's polite to ask first. "There's just a whole hell of a lot goin' on, and Willie's so much littler than a lot of other Pokemon and I don't know what I'd do if somethin' happened I couldn't protect 'er from."
Yeah, he's bonded with his Pokemon. "But yeah. You're right. I'll make sure I got her safe in her Pokeball and she'll be a'ight. Thank you."