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

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. ]

[cantbewalled]

[Prussia has always had a humanitarian side, even if he doesn't show it much. He may not get along with the kedan but he'll definitely take the time to help dig people out of rubble. He's not that freak America, but he's no weakling! After punching out a couple gangmembers he's a little more geared up for something else to happen, but then spots the figure not far ahead of him unsteady on his feet. Hood up, body language suspicious? Of course he's going to reach around to grab the person's shoulder.]

Hey you!

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack found himself jerked around by a tight grip on his shoulder, staff coming up to deliver a fresh blast of cold (ignoring the doubt that he could actually conjure anything substantial) when he recognized the pale hair and red eyes and stopped, sagging slightly in the hold. ]

Oh... hey Gilbert.

[cantbewalled]

It's Prussia, brat. [The slumped posture and tired look on Jack's face makes him frown.]

What the hell did you do kid, sit in a burning house until it fell down?

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack nods absently, though the correction mostly passes unnoticed in his given state (it will pass more purposely after he's rested) and Prussia gets a weary attempt at a grin. ]

Something like that. Are there more... fires? I can...

[ Do something. He gestures with one hand and almost loses his balance. ]

[cantbewalled]

[Prussia is quick to try and steady him. He doesn't look that great himself, covered in blood and dirt. But he's not the one looking like he's about to fall over on his feet.]

I admire determination as much as the next guy, but it's just stupid to not know your own limits. You're going to melt or something Schneeflocke.

[wintershepherd]

I don't think I melt. [ dry, humourless smile ] I think I just stop working right. But that doesn't matter, there were people in those buildings.

[ He reaches out and touches Prussia's sleeve though it's as much for steadiment as to illustrate the point, seeing that the nation is also covered in evidence of his relief efforts. ]

We got them out, right?

[cantbewalled]

You sure look like you'll start chipping off like a wet icecube soon. [Not really, but he looks worse than a wilted flower or a teddy bear missing it's stuffing like this and Prussia isn't amused.] And of course we got them out! As if we'd prove them right by letting them die. [He doesn't particularly like the kedan, but like hell he would let them just die.]

Come on, brat. Where's the nearest icebox to shove you into? A meat locker? You're useless like this.

[wintershepherd]

[ Even though Jack realizes the description is probably accurate, he still laughs a little. He looks around, trying to figure out where he is. He feels too unsteady to fly and his access to the Stark freezer is rooftop. But he does recognize that they're near Zatanna's old job at the ice cream shop, and he thinks, that will work for right now, and he rambles off the short directions. ]

You don't have to... I can get there.

[ Probably. ]

[ Maybe. ]

[cantbewalled]

You got spunk kid. It reminds me of...me! [He laughs but then his expression just widens into more of a smirk.] But shut up and let the great Prussia handle this.

[Because really kid you're being dumb. And if Jack doesn't stop him he'll be hefting him right up over his shoulder and taking off in the direction he gave.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack is sure that's intended as a compliment, so he smiles and nods even though he's having a hard time comprehending even simple things right now, so he doesn't react to being told to shut up. The spirit starts off in the direction he pointed out, steps wobbling a little but under his own power. ]

Will you come wake me up in a few hours... I don't think there's an alarm clock.

[cantbewalled]

[He thinks of it as one, but really Jack do you want to be compared to him? Stubbornness is a good trait! When it isn't getting you killed. Prussia will be keeping an eye on Jack because he's not sure just how long this kid is going to stay on his own two feet.]

Sure, whatever, in a few hours. Once everything's under control and people stop being dumbasses about a little meteor shower.

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack gave Prussia a smile when he realizes he's being followed, determined to keep up conversation. ]

Oh hey, you're old right? Do you remember that meteor shower in November of 1872? They said a comet broke up and it rained them for hours. I've never seen anything else like it.

JAAACK

[demon_brat]

[Robin comes across the hooded figure not that long after. He stares for a long moment, then starts swearing. In Arabic. Profusely.]

[How do you tell if somebody has not... completely finished existing when he doesn't have a pulse to begin with?]

[Damian doesn't just sit still, anyway. He moves to drag the unconscious body into shadow. Then skips off. Even in this chaos, ice can be located, and he fills a whole large bag, darting right back to the spot where he left the spirit.]

[Then he just dumps the bag of ice on top of Jack. If there's a faster way to cool him down, Damian can't think of it right now.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Unconscious though he may be, Jack's body knows what to do with external sources of cold and starts drawing it inward so that rather than melt, the ice actually becomes more crystalline so that it eventually breaks down into glittering specks that fade out. Once it's gone the spirit's body jolts a little, like the kick-start of a recalcitrant engine and his eyes snap open, though immediately close again as though it pained him.

Still, it's enough to have seen Damian hovering over him and he matches the curse with something similar in Russian, wincing. ]

Hey.

[demon_brat]

[Exasperated.]

Frost!

[... and maybe a little relieved, though that happened the moment the ice started changing.]

What do you need?

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack jumps at the address, eyes popping back open as he scrambles up into a sitting position, one hand coming up to rub his temple. ]

You can talk to me at regular volume you know, I'm not hard of hearing...

[demon_brat]

[... oops. His voice evens out at normal levels.]

Of course. I would have carried you to your freezer, but I had to make sure I wasn't wasting the effort while you woke up... elsewhere. The palace, these days, I hear.

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack stares for a moment, his face a mask of what are you talking about? as he tries to get his heat-addled mind to parse Damian's words. ]

... sorry?

[demon_brat]

Hhn.

[Yes, he can read the expression. So Damian simplifies.]

It was really difficult to tell if you were going to wake up, or trying to make that happen would be futile. The whole pulse thing, I think.

[wintershepherd]

[ That time it registers and Jack's eyes open wide, startled. ]

Why would you be trying to take my pulse, I was just taking a catnap, there wasn't any--

[ He gestures around to make his point and only then realizes that he's not sitting in the same place as he'd started out. There's a comically baffled expression that takes over as the protest dies mid-sentence. ]

Whoa, whoa what happened?? I was just resting for a few minutes!

[demon_brat]

Crumpled in a heap in the sunlight.

Of course you were.

[Fine. Whatever. It's not like it matters, anymore. Robin shakes his head.]

Try to get some proper rest before that becomes more of a problem.

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack ducks his head, recognizing that something had happened and Damian had effectively cleaned up a mess he'd left. His voice drops, scolded. ]

Hey, I... I'm sorry. I honestly just intended to catch my breath, that's all. [ pun not intended ] Thank you, for getting me out of the sun. For cooling me down too.

[ he can feel the difference ]

I didn't mean to-- [ 'worry' sounds wrong somehow, too personal ] -- um, inconvenience you.

[demon_brat]

Frost.

[Translated: it's not a problem.]

I know things are hectic right now, but you won't help anyone if you damage yourself. It's as simple as that.

[Translated: take care of yourself. Please!]