The Start of the Storm

[shardofwinter]

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?

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Threads of Note
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Comments

[shieldborne]

Honestly, it's a pretty good infirmary, considering it's in the refurbished back-office of what used to be some kind of diner. There's a cot on either wall, of the simple, uncomfortable kind that you find in a school nurse's office, and there are shelves with stacks of medical supplies, extra blankets, and several boxes of cast-off sweaters, sweatpants, and socks. Steve has been pretty conscientious, gathering things.

"If there's anything here you think would be more useful for the Nexus-wide triage unit, you can take it," Steve says. "Just leave some of the antiseptic and bandages for us here."

He sits on the cot and works on undoing the handkerchief as if he hopes his sight will be miraculously restored already underneath it. Well, given how fast he usually heals, it's not that crazy a hope.

He pauses, eyes half-open and unseeing still, and blinks at nothing when Horvath makes his proclamation. "Cursed. Are you serious?"

He's not alarmed by it, not half as alarmed as he should be, but he's a little skeptical. As he listens to the further explanation, though, it starts to make more sense. Yeah, there are plenty of somethings beyond the ordinary out there.

"Why me?" He wonders aloud. "What did I do?"

Probably Horvath doesn't have an answer to that question.

[bitterguardian]

He really doesn't have an answer for that question. It's clear he was targeted, but that may just be because he was the first person whatever being did this saw a chance to get at, and nothing more. Horvath glances around the infirmary, and approves of what he sees, but he won't take any supplies from here unless and until the main Nexus triage runs low on something. They're just as likely to need things here, after all.

"I'm sorry. There isn't always rhyme or reason for these things. A predator takes any chance it sees." He runs a hand over his face, worn out from a day of healing, followed by a trudge through snow and ice. "Does it hurt? I may be able to ease pain, at least, but the rest I'll have to sleep on."

Partly he's too drained to do much more, magically, until he rests. Even then, this is going to take some research to undo and he's not sure how to go about that in the currently very limited resources. The Nexus library is probably almost as unreachable now as his own at home.

[shieldborne]

Steve's first thought is Loki, honestly. It sort of fits his M.O., taking the shape of someone familiar to Steve to then spring a trap on him. He might well have done enough digging to find out about Bucky, about the Winter Soldier. He's cruel enough to use the knowledge.

The thing that doesn't fit, though, is the very lingering effect of the trick that's been played on him. Blindness? What could Loki possibly stand to gain by striking him blind?

It couldn't really have been Bucky, could it? He's got no magic, but...

Steve groans to himself, knowing he'll never be able to let that go. That image of Bucky with iced-over eyes. His memory is eidetic, and now that's going to be filed away in it, right alongside the scream as he fell from a train in a mountain pass.

"No," he lies promptly in response to Horvath's question. "It's no worse than a headache. Not worth wasting your strength on. One of the kids has frostbite, and there are gonna be a lot of people needing help here and in the Plaza. I'll be fine."

The initial pain is unabated, actually, although the texture and color seem to have changed some. It's more violet now than orange, and rough like sandpaper rather than spiky. "I'll just have to find a way to do whatever I can to work around it, for now."

[bitterguardian]

Horvath listens to the groan, and leans forwards with a soft creak of the chair under him. A heavy hand lands on Steve's shoulder, and he gives a couple of weary pats. There just might be a subtle painkilling spell that comes with it, partly because he suspects Steve is not being entirely truthful about the level of pain, and partly because he knows the other man won't see the glow of his ring when he does it.

"I think I have enough left in me to deal with frostbite, and I'll take another look at your eyes in the morning. I'm not sure what to advise in the meantime, but I think if you're willing to ask for help, you'll find plenty of it here. You've brought together some good people." The way that they banded together and bolstered each other in the uncertainty following Steve's injury did not escape his notice.

[shieldborne]

If Steve were aware of the spell, he'd have to tell Horvath off for it, but he's oblivious for the moment. And honestly, any subtle change in his condition can be chalked up to his healing factor if the question does arise. For the moment, he's going to have to focus more on finding workarounds.

There is one good thing about an eidetic memory, though. He knows where literally everything in this place is, so he can still help prepare food, get out supplies, and generally guide people around the place.

"How bad does it look? I'm not interested in scaring anyone." He's got sunglasses, but they're going to be in the upstairs room he's been bunking in, not the med closet.

[bitterguardian]

Horvath isn’t about to enlighten him, so he’ll never know. “It looks a bit as if you came down with a sudden case of cataracts, and the skins red around them. I think if you mostly keep your eyes closed, it shouldn’t bother anyone too much.” That’s a kind way of saying that if he leaves his eyes open, yes they are kind of freaky looking.

“I will take another look, in the morning. And I’m planning to teleport between here and the clinic where you found me. I can spare the power to take myself back and forth, at least.” Transporting the whole group they brought here, especially after a busy day of healing, was just a little too much. Maybe if he’d rested up first, and then they might have avoided the whole mess with Steve’s eyes, but it’s also trickier to get somewhere magically that you have never yet been to, so they could have been diverted and ended up who knows where. It’s pointless to think of what might have been.

He’ll probably struggle to fall asleep, thinking about it anyway.