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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
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"More than likely I'm going to need you on security detail for our supply runs. Is there an area of the Nexus you're more familiar with than others? Also, what's your tolerance for the cold? Some of these treks will be further than others. I've got a guy who's been scouting things out who should be back any minute with a preliminary report."
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"I been in deep freeze situations before, so I am dressed for the situation. I would imagine that my tolerance for cold is better than most other people..." She glances around.
She drops her voice, as not to be too braggy, and not to let too many people know about her abilities. "I gotta a hell of a recovery factor. And the endurance and agility to make it worth our time for you to send me on the treks you think might not be suited for other people."
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A cold hand claps Harley on the shoulder even as a familiar voice is speaking from behind her, vouching for everything she's just said here. Jim turns his gaze toward Joshua Washington and gives a short nod. Both eyebrows raise. He's waiting, Josh.
"Oh, shit. Sorry one sec Harley." Josh scoots around in front of her and swipes a red marker from the table and squeaks out several more large 'X's on the map. Draws a circle around an area in the Outskirts as well. "Think it's safe to assume all major portals outside the central plaza are defunct by and large. Katsuya's gonna be stuck here now. But I did find a solid lead on something we might be able to check out. Scavenge for supplies, parts, make sure no one's stuck."
He turns then and gives Harley a crooked half grin.
"You didn't start any trouble without me, didja?"
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"Do we get to get into trouble together?" She asks hopefully.
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"I've got a speeder I'm using to do some scouting. Helped Han Solo build it a while back. I gotta come back in to warm it up every so often but she gets me 'round so I've been watching the perimeter and looking for potential places we might head out an' get supplies from yanno?"
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"You found a place that I might be able to take a closer look at?"
❅ Expedition Equipment
"A day's worth of rations, blanket, water, rope, and two flares are inside. The medical station is making snow shoes if you're needing a pair. I've got two others to gear up. One of our scouts reported in about a downed ship near the outskirts that might have people stuck or supplies we could make use of."
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She listens to him describe what is in the satchel. "Yah. Snow shoes would be good. Two others... cool."
"Help me get this on my back, over the sword sheath, so I can still pull out the sword if I need it." She is strong enough to carry it, and still keep her weapons available.
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Josh waves his employer off and shifts round to help Harley get the pack situated onto her person in a way that isn't going to be invasive with her other gear. It takes some doing and some wriggling but they'll make it work.
"So, I already told the Cap'n but there's a downed ship around the outskirts that could have people trapped inside. Even if it doesn't, and it's abandoned, there's got to be all kind of supplies we can use. Stuff on those things tends to be made to last and be space efficient. Both thing the big bosses round here think we can use. Katsuya's gonna go and get Furiosa--this scary intimidating lady with a rad metal arm, and this mechanic they found by the name of Palmer all set to go."
Josh pulls out a photocopy of one of the maps they're using with the downed ship circled in red.
"It's a couple of kilos away and in this weather that's not gonna be fun but with you and Furiosa with him even someone pretty normal should be alright. You guys have clearance to head out whenever you're ready so if you want to grab them I'll let Captain Spaceman know what's up."