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

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?

[oathwalk]

[Richard accepts with an appreciative smile.] Thank you. [a pause, then] How much did it cost? [You should pay people back for these sorts of things. It's just the right thing to do.]

[Also, in the back of his head, he may or may not be thinking that Invincible has a great outfit.]

[shorttempered]

[Shakes his head] Don't worry about it, it's on me. I have no intentions of keeping my wages for this.

[Then Richard has very good taste.]

[oathwalk]

[It's generous, he thinks, at least at first glance. Yet he is a little curious for the reason. He could think of about a dozen, all with very different perspectives.] Would it be impolite to ask the reason why?

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?

[shorttempered]

[He could be angry, but he's too stunned.] Really? You're going to argue with me over semantics right now?

[candystriped]

[ Stocking waves a lazy hand over her shoulder. ]

Why not? I already healed a bunch of them, that should keep them quiet for a little while, right?

[shorttempered]

[Sighs and shifts the weight of the wall. Just because it's not toppling him over doesn't mean it's not uncomfortable to hold.] This isn't a math problem. People died!

[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.

[shorttempered]

It's cool, I didn't see you there either. To be honest, you sort of startled me.

[Shifts the weight of the wall on his back.] I got this one, but I won't say no if you want to grab another. I've been taking them to outlying areas and crushing them down to manageable piles. Don't want to do it here and accidentally hurt anyone.

[hugmagnet]

[She grins a bit] Then I'm sorry about that instead.

Sure, I can do that. [She moves towards the rubble to lift her own wall so she can haul it away] Yeah, that's probably a good idea. There's still a lot of people running around and we're supposed to be preventing injury.

Out of curiosity, can you fly?

[shorttempered]

[Hovers a few inches off the ground.] It would be a long walk if I didn't.

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.

[cravats]

My, you certainly buried yourself quite deeply. [He doesn't seem to be terribly bothered by the beam through Dorian's stomach. Though the blood does make him smell rather appetizing, he's quite aware he can't eat Dorian.]

It won't be any trouble at all, my dear. Just make sure you don't touch me until it's out. [He gets a grip and pulls it out as quickly as he can, though the length makes it slightly awkward.]

[depicted]

[The organs reassemble themselves and the skin heals over. Dorian almost reaches out to get a hand from Lyall to help pull himself up. Then he remembers himself and pushes to his feet.] So you've joined the rescue teams. Is that easier or harder for you around this time?

[Also, Dorian is inspecting his clothes around his stomach. They are pretty wrecked. But then, that's why he wore this outfit.]

[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?

[cravats]

[Lyall sets the beam he was holding down carefully out of the way and turns to the questioner, nodding politely.]

If you wouldn't mind moving some of the smaller pieces? There is a body underneath.

[Not visible, but he can smell it all too clearly.]

[kvarterskommissarie]

[ He doesn't think too much on the fact that he can't see the body, instead assuming that there've been calls for help that are now silenced... or something else. After all, expecting the unexpected was one of the first pieces of advice he got on arrival. ]

Does this sort of thing happen often here? [ Carefully and efficiently moving debris, despite aching muscles. ]

[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.]

[cravats]

Lyall scents him and looks over, bowing politely as he does. "You're out quite late, Admiral."

He must be exhausted- it looks like he's been working for some time. Lyall comes over, carrying with him a thermos-like flask that he'd filled with tea.

[mopirates_moproblems]

"As are you, professor." It doesn't occur to him that he's only spoken to the man -- er... wolf -- after dark before. He accepts the flask gratefully, taking a sip. Tea is lovely, though he'd hoped for something more bracing.

"Any luck?"

It's grim work, to be sure.