The Silence of the Storm

[shardofwinter]

Rations have been cut. Again. Everyone is on one bowl of watery soup a day. Sometimes with crackers, sometimes not. Most people are too tired and weak to do much more than sit around and talk, and nobody discourages them in the slightest. Work has to be rotated constantly as people weaken quickly, but the fires still need to burn, people still need to guard the cooks and rations, and the sick still need to be tended to. Soon the hardest job is keeping up morale while the big expedition comes back. All the gods and heavens of the multiverse help them if they don’t come back with supplies, and soon.

The boundaries have tightened to an almost suffocatingly small space. It doesn’t take much to imagine where they will be by the end of Winter, which at least makes planning a little easier. People are already relocating to deeper in the Plaza. Unfortunately it means that those who have enough energy to often end up fighting with their neighbours, as the close quarters tests everyone’s patience. There are a few spaces carved out for like minded people to shelter from the dreary situation. Mechanics and those like them have set up a nice little place close to the Crossroads Café, and a break area for those helping the sick is sheltered in a room behind the injured and ill. Zandros moves from groups to individuals, looking for help in creating some form of morale boosting display that will adhere to Isidor's instructions. People are surviving in whatever ways they can, but it's reaching breaking point.

((It's the Final Event Post, everyone! OOC Post is here! This is for those stuck at the hub while the Main Expedition is going on. There will be a second part to this post for the Return of the Expedition. In the meantime, have fun!))

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[eumenis]

Furiosa has no idea what the connection between Fukushima and Japan is. It's just a word they say. Ask Ace and he might have a clue how it's related to the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear plant, and therefore to disastrous radiation leaks, but some details of history have been forgotten in the Wasteland.

She gathers the ruined metal arm, slinging one of the intact straps around her shoulder, and carefully begins the process of extricating herself from the snowmobile. She laughs out loud at his suggestion she get the shoulder looked at. "What? Nah, I thought I'd keep the trash that's stabbed into it right where it is. It's intimidating."

Pain and blood loss makes it hard for her to stand, and she sways on her feet, clutching at the door of the vehicle. There's a moment of dry heaves, which she forces back, but once she stabilizes a little, she waves her right hand at Kinner and smirks. "I've had worse trips. You're welcome."

[outpostcook]

In Kinner's time, nuclear power and atomic energy were the domain of scientists and maybe science-fiction authors. It's something of the future for him, but nevertheless something he's intrigued by.

"Y'know what? That doesn't surprise me." Nothing about Furiosa would surprise Kinner at this point, to be honest. He's seen a lot of strange things in the Nexus. Hell, he's had stranger things happen. Once you're eaten by a cow, very little surprises you anymore. He steps aside to clear a spot for her when she gets down. "I may not be Ace, but...I think I did okay for a first-timer."

At least Kinner only almost died once. That isn't a bad start.