Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 22 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: The fires are put out and repairs around the city have begun. With life preserved, eyes turn now to what exactly crashed down into the ocean.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Keeliai | Repairs | Salvage | Other | Oceanside | Shellside | ARSHEPHELIOS-side | Coralside


The majority of fires are reported as under control and repair crews start forming up to bring Keeliai back to her pre-scorched splendour. This is all well and good, but there remains a cluster of debris that crashed into the ocean drawing the attention of salvagers and Foreigners alike. Boats and teams form up and head up to scour the ocean, where the cluster rests upon an expansive and ancient coral formation and can be reached within ten metres of the surface.

Comments

KEELIAI

[ironwood]

REPAIRS

[ironwood]

[The final flickers of flame are quenched by midmorning of the twenty-second and a collective breath of relief escapes the kedan, carried along by a similar sentiment that Tu Vishan spreads to the little ones that take residence upon him. Their break, however, is short-lived and Lieuen is the first kedan to step up and start hiring/forming teams of workers to handle repairs to the architecture. Structures are first to be tackled, with scaffolding going up around the most damaged buildings and engineers moving quickly through the Sectors to assess where most the attention should be focused.

Foreigners are invited into these workgroups, offered recompense of fifteen juulan per day from Lieuen himself, via the crew leads that he authorised to do the hiring. The days are long and he wishes to offer more, but his funds are tied up with the purchase of supplies and can offer little more.

Rescue and recovery efforts persist in downed and heavily damaged buildings, with each Sector demonstrating a slightly relented response to assistance than they did during the immediate aftermath of the crisis.]

OPEN

[oathwalk]

[Well, Richard did want to learn how one goes about acquiring work without rights of succession handing things to you automatically.

So, capable of more effort than his delicate build might suggest, Richard puts himself into working all of those long, long days. He persists in keeping a good humour about him, and even as he works himself to exhaustion, he put effort into befriending and supporting anyone who shares a team with him.]

[shorttempered]

[During one of the breaks, Invincible had opted to fly off and buy water skins for the crew with his earnings. He holds one out to Richard.] Water?

OPEN

[shorttempered]

[Invincible had been working on clearing debris alone before he came across a working team, and since then has pretty much been spending every waking moment among them... if you'd count his catnaps resting. Too much work to be done, he'll sleep when its over, same as usual.

Currently, he can be found lifting up a large piece of collapsed wall onto his back as if it were Styrofoam, preparing to move it to an open space for destruction and removal (he could injure someone if he just punched the thing into a million pieces right there) when he notices someone in his path.] HEY! One side, please!

[candystriped]

[ Stocking turned at the rude address (glossing over the fact that it was dutifully cautionary and for good reason) and huffed. ]

The proper phrase is excuse me, but what else can one expect from an all-brawn no-brains lug?

[hugmagnet]

[Carol was distracted by surveying the rubble all around and hadn't noticed Mark coming towards her. When he speaks she looks towards him, quickly moving out of the way]

Woah. Sorry.

You want some help? It might go faster with two of us working.

OPEN

[cravats]

[It's too close for the full moon for Lyall to work through the day, but night finds him working to dig out survivors in the Earth Sector, his keen nose finding both the living and the dead. He moves carefully so as not to bring down any more rubble, shifting more than a man of his slight build should be able to, uncovering those still alive first.]

[depicted]

[So Lyall's lifting efforts eventually uncover one (1) preternatural, looking more bored than frightened.] Thank you. Oh, hello, Lyall.[Also, there is a broken wooden beam going through his stomach because why not. He gestures towards it.] Don't suppose I could trouble you to pull that out for me? Hard to get a grip from this angle.

[kvarterskommissarie]

[ Long hours are commonplace and with so much to do, it only seems natural to remain for as long as he's got energy for even after nightfall. Besides, it's not far from where he lives. He might as well do some good on the way home. ]

Do you require assistance?

[mopirates_moproblems]

It's late, but James is out as well -- only because he couldn't retire, with so many lives in danger. He's working in an adjacent area, clearing it the old fashioned way -- by sifting through the rubble and looking for survivors. He stops when he sees Randolph.]

SALVAGE

[ironwood]

[Residents of the eccentric Metal sector begin to scatter all over Keeliai as word spreads of salvage from the great fires from heaven. Lodged in building supports or buried in rubble, bits and pieces of strange metal and technology can be found. Some appear to be components of a larger construct and others simply transmit a burst of static from hidden speakers when fiddled with for too long. There is little apparent rhyme or reason to the nature of the smaller trinkets; while many suggest communication applications and some indicated weaponisation, there are also findings as simple as a very old, tiny music box that offers a sparkling light display as it sings its song. A few capsules can be found with what appears to be date markings and are reminiscent of time capsules -- breaking one open with release a shock, a plume of smoke, and then a dozen small mechanical toys, cards, and photos of a starscape unfamiliar to an Earthling's eye. All writing and dates are near illegible, but there exist some aerial photos of a star-shaped launchpad that have 'ARSHEPHELIOS' stamped across them.

Needless to say, there is immediately a trade market which springs up to gather and resell the salvage, finding worth in even warped metal for its potential to be recycled into something of merit to the structural repairs. Criminal and innocent kedan alike are involved in it, some offering to help Foreigners find materials, others trying to steal it.

Here and there, black cylinders are found which bear jagged line etchings that have been shaded blue. They bear no apparent seams and each stands at a half metre tall and a third of that wide. Each etching is different and a vague pattern can be discerned by comparing ten or fifteen of them together. The kedan know not what they are and, if asked, they will likely sell their find for ten juulan -- they assume there is some value to the substance, but it does not resemble any metal they know and they do not have the time nor resources to explore it right now.]

open

[una_persson]

[Wood sector, just outside Una's suite. Una's crouched down over something that looks like a ruptured laptop with a panel of multicoloured pieces of metal instead of a screen. It fell out of the tree where her suite is (nearly knocking her on the head in the process; only the alertness of a friendly kedan prevented a concussion). She's trying to examine it without taking it apart; at some point she'll give up and start carefully dismantling it. Every now and then it emits odd bleeps or staticky noises.]

hello stranger. c:

[mrsarcastic003]

[The techie salvage scattered all over Keeliai has pretty much made Tim's day. Days. It's like Christmas for a geek anyway, and now that the fires and damage are under control, he's starting to pick through the tech to see if there's anything he can use.

He grins over at the woman nearby who's clearly doing the same thing he is.]

Finding anything good?

open

[epigrammatical]

[A square in the Fire sector. Henry's bargaining for one of the capsules, on the grounds that it is aesthetically interesting and, who knows, it could be valuable. The transaction is going in a rather langourous, oblique fashion; the kedan woman who is selling it is in no hurry to sell, and Henry is fairly relaxed about buying; they are talking as much about the events of the last couple days as about the object on the ground between them. They seem to be closing in on an agreement around ten juulan, though. Feel free to interrupt, or catch Harry immediately after the transaction is complete.]

[usavatar]

[Steve waits until they're finished before he steps in, examining the capsule with a mix of curiosity and reservation. Steve's experiences with strange technology have not been the most positive.]

Afternoon, sir. [He nods to the capsule.] You have plans for that thing?

OPEN

[depicted]

[Well, this is fun. By which Dorian means a little on the tedious side. He doesn't like digging through wreckage, but he has seen enough of the technology that he's very curious about it. So Dorian has grabbed his least favourite coat and has taken to going into the most dangerous buildings—the ones that are closest to collapse, the ones that have the biggest risk of killing whoever goes inside them—and searching through the debris for anything really interesting.

At one point, he can be found sitting on the roadside listening to a strange music box with a captivated smile. At another point, he has to pull himself out of a pile of rubble that, yes, collapsed on him. Hey, it's still not as bad as the Blitz.]

[usavatar]

[Steve gets to Dorian's chosen location as the rubble shifts. The worst of the damage control is over - and the disaster is the first thing that's drawn Steve out of the comparative solitude of his close friends since Steph went missing. Went missing. Like it's that simple, that solvable.

He plunges into the crumbling building without hesitation, enveloped in the recklessness of personal loss. The shield hangs on its straps across the back of the costume Steph made for him months ago.] Hold on. You're all r- Dorian?

[Steve stops on an unsturdy pile of debris and slips, rattling his way down to the immortal's side as the overhanging roof groans.] What are you doing here? It's dangerous.

OPEN

[urbanmagic]

[The sound was what draws her to him, that and an excuse to rest now that she's gathered a lot of little trinkets for trading later, and that's Traci's reason for coming closer, humming a little with the tune when she picks up how the melody goes.]

Nice song. Do you know what it's called?

open.

[traitre]

[ qilby had managed to keep his belongings mostly-safe from the looters in the fire sector the day before-- but he'd fended off far too many desperate, sticky-fingered kedan to make him feel comfortable with anything more than a little light salvage around his suite. the lab equipment's easily replaceable, his research and two months of notes perhaps less-so... but his personal effects are simply too important to risk, even as well-guarded as they are.

the krosmoz have enriched his life in several ways and gifted him with much, but rarely is he able to say that they've literally dumped a load of space technology on his house. not that he's complaining -- he's already gathered an array of particularly interesting metal and circuitry (and already considering what to build with them) when he sees out of the corner of his eye a kedan quietly approaching his little pile. yet another thief.

well, he's having none of that! qilby doesn't even bother looking 'round. with a careless wave of his hand, he opens a portal under the young kedan, dropping the poor guy-- oh, just anywhere. possibly on top of an unfortunate passer-by. that'll... teach him? ]

open!

[beganwithamask]

[Wherever there's a market for something, Bucky will try to hit it up. It isn't that he's greedy, or that he necessarily wants to be rich, but he's trying to support himself and Toro, and put some juulan away for a rainy day. So when it comes to salvaging, he's right there, digging out scrap metal and those strange cylinders from rubble and wherever it might be hiding. He's trying to find anything that might be worth something to someone, basically - the more sci-fi looking, the better. The time capsules in particular are interesting, he thinks.

He's currently trying to dig something out from a pile of rocky rubble, wearing his army pants and dirt-smeared white undershirt. He's sweating and a little smudged from the effort, but he's stronger than his wiry frame would indicate, and though he moves carefully, he's not having too much trouble.] C'mon, almost...

Open~

[alphatar]

[Salvaging had brought Korra throughout Keeliai and she was now in the Fire Sector. Next to her was a chest high stone cart with stone wheels, each step she took the wheels turned keeping pace with her. Not only was salvaging proving to be an interesting endeavor but it also let her exercise the non-combative purposes of earthbending. Finding things lodged into buildings or the ground had been the majority of her finds in the ‘treasure hunt’ and the one she had just pried out of a fallen lantern was an odd, spherical bit.]

Just what are you supposed to be, a ball? [Talking to no one in particular she accidentally pressed a button and the little black stripe that was lining the sphere protruded a small lens and a thin laser burst forth slicing easily through a nearby fire fountain and the wrecked building behind it.]

Ahh! Nonono, STOP! [Frantically scrambling her fingers around as it continued making its line of destruction, Korra panicked and finally found out how to turn it off. Giving a huge sigh of relief she held the small sphere to eye level and glared at it.] Don’t you ever do that again.

[Reaching over the edge of her cart she placed it very carefully onto the “functional” side of the techno-gadgets, doodads, and trinkets pile in her cart. Some of them had been cool, pretty, or just plain nice to look at and others had been like that one. Looking like a simple toy and turning out to be dangerous as heck.]

OPEN

[dracobin]

[Temeraire is drawn to shiny metal things like a moth to a flame, and with the damage in Fire Sector more or less contained for the time being, he has ventured out into the street at last.

At present he is crouched over a particularly large and complicated piece of machinery--likely malfunctioning, given the sheer amount of sparks emitting from it--and appearing to be in the middle of deciding whether or not he should attempt to poke it with a claw. He will, however, willingly abandon it for something equally interesting, or if someone requires help shifting rubble out of the way to reach another bit of scrap.]

OTHER

[ironwood]

[Business and life begins to return to normal in and around Keeliai, with kedan making the best of a battered situation. Merchants reopen late in the morning, restaurants around noon, and by early afternoon all appearances are than of normalcy.

Kedan asked about what happened will reply that they are certain only of the fire that rained down from the sky. They whisper that there is an island of metal off of Tu Vishan's south end, but the younger kedan will say with a giggle that some believe it to be a few centuries worth of refuse come to surface.]

OPEN! cw: descriptions of bruising/lividity?

[wintershepherd]

[ When the fires seem to all have been put out, when people's attentions seemed to turn from averting any number of crises to clean up, Jack takes a few minutes to gingerly lower himself into a seat next to one of the streetlamps remaining standing and relatively undamaged. He has expended a lot of energy over the last 24 hours, finding inventive ways for ice to beat out fire and he'd be proud of himself for that if he could keep his eyes reliably open.

Moving along with everyone else to pull through the rubble to get anyone trapped inside the collapsed buildings, sparing a few sharp raps upside the head for those trying to loot, though they were not his focus. He's smudged with ash, dirt and debris, and there are burns on his hands and bare feet. Yet the sharp eyed ones may catch patches of ugly purple bruising visible on his extremities underneath the layer of mud and grit, darkening almost to black at the tips of his fingers, colouring the thin tissue along his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, speckling pale cheeks like unwelcome freckles. The spirit had held nothing in reserve in the face of rescuing those who'd needed it, and now had no cold left to preserve himself.

Jack pulls his hood up over his head to block the sun from warming the back of his neck, knowing he needed to get somewhere cool -- ideally back to the freezer -- as soon as possible. But he'd be all right if he just took a moment to gather himself, he could spare a few more minutes to make sure no one else needed aid, Jack thought, and promptly passed out. ]