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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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Josh stops then, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and worrying it as he drops his gaze to the speeder. It's not information he usually shares with others but Cricket's situation being what it is, Josh feels like there could be some camaraderie there if he just let it. His gaze is distant as the silence stretches on for maybe a second or two too long before he looks up again.
"You're not the only one, you know. Just. What's wrong with me isn't physical." He taps his head with one finger and smiles like it's no big deal. It doesn't reach his eyes. "Everything wrong with me is all in here."
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His brow creases a little at the revelation, but he gives a slow nod, more thoughtful than scared.
"I reckon that's even harder to live with sometimes," he says quietly. "'Cause people expect you to be able to fix it yourself, from the inside out."
He wanders around the speeder to stand next to Josh, and offers an armclasp. "Sometimes there ain't no fixing these things, though. You just work around 'em as much as you can, and hope it don't get so bad you can't keep on through it."
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It's not a relief, but it feels lighter somehow to have shared it. Josh nods.
"I just. You don't get the option of hiding it, is all. Figured it was only fair I showed you mine, bro."
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"Don't know if it's better or worse to be able to hide it," he muses, and puts a fraternal hand on Josh's shoulder. "I ain't gotta worry about how to bring it up to people. The second somethin' creaks or goes clink, it's brought up."
"If you wanna talk about it, I'll listen. But if you don't, we can talk about this thing instead," he smiles and pats the speeder with his free hand. "Guess there's no point in polishing 'er up 'till the storm's done, but maybe I can help you shine her in the Spring."
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He's sober now, nothing for it. There's not exactly a bar around here open to get drunk at and even if there was Josh can't do the work he's doing if he's falling off his speeder and putting his happy ass into a snowbank or worse. He's been alright so far, but sooner or later it's going to rear its head.
It always does.
"I'd be happy to have the help once this is all over." That crooked smiles comes back. The honest one. The one that's Josh's true smile. There all because of a hand at his shoulder. "For now though, I oughta get back out there. Expeditions won't do much if there's no leads on supplies to bring back."
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But he's not aware of Joshua's problem yet, and it's just as well, because vehicles and intoxication don't mix.
Cricket returns the smile, anyway, happy to have been able to do something of use, and pats him once before removing that hand from his shoulder. "A'ight. Wish I could go, but I'm probably better off tryin' to find something I can do here. You be careful out there. Holler at me anytime you want a hand with this."
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"You really don't. It's cold as fuck out there, Bro. I'll hit you up when I'm back and we can do this all over again until the storm's passed. As long as you'd be willing to help me out I'll take it. Plus, now if something happens to her I'll at least have a second head to help me try and fix it."
His voice is muffled the more layers Joshua's putting on. Gloves and scarf. Goggles pinning his beanie down so it doesn't come loose in the frigid wind. It's going to get hella cold in there once Josh opens the door so he'll wave and send Cricket back off to the relative warmth before he takes off again into the endless white.