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tushanshu_logs2015-05-05 05:53 pm
ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-05-05 05:53 pm
[EVENT] DISASTER RELIEF
Characters: Anyone!
Date: 5th of May, 2015 (2016)
Location: South-east of Keeliai, near the shell’s edge
Situation: Unexpected disaster has struck one of the new radio stations outside Keeliai. Time for a rescue!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The radio broadcast originated from a newly built radio-station on the turtle’s hind section of the shell, near his right some ways above his hind flipper. This is one of six and among the furthest out, and was built into the side of a shallow valley between scutes facing seaward, in prime position to be both protected from high winds and still be able to receive transmissions from elsewhere.
Until now. The valley leads all the way to the shell’s edge, and water has rushed into its opening like a bursting dam, roaring high up on the ridge and only petering out to an end nearly a half-mile inward. The water inland swirls with evidence of habitation: a table, chairs, soggy books, mattresses, other random detritus that might be found in a temporary dwelling or dorm.
By the time rescuers arrive the river flows several feet below the station’s level, but the station itself is obviously damaged. Parts of the outside wall have been ripped away entirely, revealing the gutted dormitory mostly bereft of furniture or personal belongings. Where the equipment met with water there are scorches on the walls and floor, and a fire might have broken out if everything weren’t so damp.
None of the electrical goods are working but the generator is still on, and sparking. Electrocution is a risk for anyone attempting to investigate the area, with the damage and the generator running.
The kedan living at the station are nowhere in the immediate vicinity, but a quick aerial search will reveal bright emergency flags laid out on a ridge some feet above the radio station, on a stable outcropping of rock. There are three women and one man all wrapped in thick blankets; two of the former are brunettes, the third a redhead, and the man is blond. He has a broken arm and one of the brunettes is dazed, half-unconscious. All of them are waterlogged, still coughing from water in the lungs, bruised and limping and shivering.
The redhead identifies herself as the senior of the group, but the dazed brunette is the one who deployed the SOS and was nearly caught in the flood.
They’re not sure what happened, explains the redhead. One moment everything was normal while they worked on the equipment and the next there was a minor tremor and a tilt, and the water came rushing down the valley. The man was outside and almost got carried away. They all might have, except that they were rescued.
The redhead seems unwilling to say more, but if pressed she’ll admit that she’s certain she recognised Commander Celaunn among the rescuers. Certainly their saviours vanished back into the mountains just as soon as the kedan were all safe. Though all of the radio operators will eventually admit to the same thing, if asked -- that they were rescued by Chihuelans -- none of them will say anything more than that or give any more distinguishing descriptions, and anything said against the Chihuelans will make them close-lipped and belligerent.
If any of the Foreigners perform a survey of the area, they’ll find that the shore-line along the shell’s edge, glittering in the distance, has shifted. Now it’s close, leading up to the inlet that the valley has become. Ridge descends right into water, bushes barely break the surface, debris is floating among the gurgling currents.
OOC Notes
This log will not be NPCed; the radio operators’ actions and personalities beyond the information given above will be at player discretion, as they will not be able to give any further information on their rescuers. The network post should be used for any IC plotting, and OOC questions can go into the comment marked below.
Date: 5th of May, 2015 (2016)
Location: South-east of Keeliai, near the shell’s edge
Situation: Unexpected disaster has struck one of the new radio stations outside Keeliai. Time for a rescue!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The radio broadcast originated from a newly built radio-station on the turtle’s hind section of the shell, near his right some ways above his hind flipper. This is one of six and among the furthest out, and was built into the side of a shallow valley between scutes facing seaward, in prime position to be both protected from high winds and still be able to receive transmissions from elsewhere.
Until now. The valley leads all the way to the shell’s edge, and water has rushed into its opening like a bursting dam, roaring high up on the ridge and only petering out to an end nearly a half-mile inward. The water inland swirls with evidence of habitation: a table, chairs, soggy books, mattresses, other random detritus that might be found in a temporary dwelling or dorm.
By the time rescuers arrive the river flows several feet below the station’s level, but the station itself is obviously damaged. Parts of the outside wall have been ripped away entirely, revealing the gutted dormitory mostly bereft of furniture or personal belongings. Where the equipment met with water there are scorches on the walls and floor, and a fire might have broken out if everything weren’t so damp.
None of the electrical goods are working but the generator is still on, and sparking. Electrocution is a risk for anyone attempting to investigate the area, with the damage and the generator running.
The kedan living at the station are nowhere in the immediate vicinity, but a quick aerial search will reveal bright emergency flags laid out on a ridge some feet above the radio station, on a stable outcropping of rock. There are three women and one man all wrapped in thick blankets; two of the former are brunettes, the third a redhead, and the man is blond. He has a broken arm and one of the brunettes is dazed, half-unconscious. All of them are waterlogged, still coughing from water in the lungs, bruised and limping and shivering.
The redhead identifies herself as the senior of the group, but the dazed brunette is the one who deployed the SOS and was nearly caught in the flood.
They’re not sure what happened, explains the redhead. One moment everything was normal while they worked on the equipment and the next there was a minor tremor and a tilt, and the water came rushing down the valley. The man was outside and almost got carried away. They all might have, except that they were rescued.
The redhead seems unwilling to say more, but if pressed she’ll admit that she’s certain she recognised Commander Celaunn among the rescuers. Certainly their saviours vanished back into the mountains just as soon as the kedan were all safe. Though all of the radio operators will eventually admit to the same thing, if asked -- that they were rescued by Chihuelans -- none of them will say anything more than that or give any more distinguishing descriptions, and anything said against the Chihuelans will make them close-lipped and belligerent.
If any of the Foreigners perform a survey of the area, they’ll find that the shore-line along the shell’s edge, glittering in the distance, has shifted. Now it’s close, leading up to the inlet that the valley has become. Ridge descends right into water, bushes barely break the surface, debris is floating among the gurgling currents.
OOC Notes
This log will not be NPCed; the radio operators’ actions and personalities beyond the information given above will be at player discretion, as they will not be able to give any further information on their rescuers. The network post should be used for any IC plotting, and OOC questions can go into the comment marked below.
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Ew?"So what's wrong with Peter Pan?" Mocking indignation aside, Zatanna shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't expected him to actually go along with the carrying idea; most people were rather excited to be given the chance to fly on their own. Alas. "Alright, if that's what you insist."
She casually slipped her hand into his as she muttered the levitation spell. A bright light of circles and intricate designs appeared beneath them as they slowly began to rise up into the air, supported by nothing more than her innate magical powers.
"Oh, I should probably mention: if you feel the need to get airsick...don't."
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He's still getting accustomed to the idea of flight. In theory, it's cool. In practice...well, third time's a charm, right? And this is his third time. Once they're in the air for a few seconds, curiosity gets the better of him; the nothing under his feet and the feeling of the wind tugging at his clothes finally gets him to open his eyes and really look, and take in the view from the air, and gradually he relaxes.
"It's really...not so bad, once you get used to it."
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"I've always been a fan of the view, myself. Second best way of traveling."
Speaking of views...Hiro would be getting a fairly interesting one soon enough. The advantage of flying over the wreckage was that he would be able to see, first-hand, just how bad the flooding had gotten. Recovery would still be a long ways away, and there was evidence of people still diving in and out in search of any remaining individuals still in need of rescue.
"The generator's inside. We'll be heading in through the roof entrance; can you see it yet?"
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He swallows hard. The next second, he snaps out of his own thoughts, finally realizing she's speaking to him.
"Yeah, I see it," he answers, scanning and pinpointing the entrance she's referring to almost immediately. "Any idea where, exactly, the generator is?"
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"Bottom floor. I think. I mean, I'm not the tech expert here, so I can't say for certain. It looked like a generator?" She shrugged, more annoyed by her lack of knowledge than embarrassed by it. "I figured once you got a good look, you'd be able to tell for certain. Ready for the decent?"
As she spoke, the circle gradually started to lower down closer and closer to the rooftop.
"So long as my concentration isn't broken, I can keep us up here for as long as you need, but I also need you to guide me once we get closer to the waters."
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"The water's gone down, so it's safe as long as you don't drop too low - just put us down on the roof. Don't wanna get too close. There's a ladder on the outside of the building I can use to climb down from there."
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She bent her knees ever so slightly to help maintain balance as the wind gradually picked up. Ironically, the lower they got. Usually, it was the other way around, but the rushing waters had chosen to switch things up on them.
As she approached the latter, another figure came into her line of vision. She glanced curiously out of the corner of her eye, indicating to him with a slight jerk of the head.
"Who's that?"
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Hearing voices, Zuko looks up in their direction. Pausing to wait for their decent.
"It's dangerous here," he warns the both of them.
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He shakes his head. Look somewhere else, Hiro. "Yeah, no kidding. That's why we're trying to kill the generator." He glances momentarily at Zatanna for some kind of backup, but obviously she doesn't know who they're dealing with, so...."And what are you doing down here, anyway?"
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She rolled her eyes, despite the urgency of the situation, before turning back to Hiro. He seemed alright. Surprisingly graceful for a guy who had initially struggled to get his air legs.
"He does have a point, though. No offense, but you can't exactly fight rushing waters with fire."
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"Lightning is a part of firebending," he then explains. "I can't generate it, but I can redirect it."
"No offense, but I don't know what you guys are going to accomplish either."
Because why is a little kid even here?
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"No offense," he repeats back in an overly-saccharine tone, "but do you know how a generator works?" He hesitates a beat, glancing at the guy and at the fire; he doesn't know anything about firebending or any lightning subset, but he thinks he understands the meaning - "If you're trying to siphon off the electricity, don't. It'll just keep replacing it until the whole thing runs out of fuel, which could be hours from now."
A beat. "To cut the power, you have to stop the turbine. This thing steam-powered? If so, the fastest way would be to put out the fire in the boiler."
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"Can you keep us from getting electrocuted while you're at it? Genius boy here can cut the power, but this is a little more complicated than your usual repair job."
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Because big fiery explosions are the answer to everything. That's kinda how firebender's roll. But sorry Hiro, Zuko isnt impressed.
Zatanna's question though draws a nod. "Yeah, I can."
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Hiro's not magic and he's not a firebender, either; he only has what he knows, and what he knows is machines. He can't do any superpowered stunts, but he can figure out how this thing works and the best way to stop it.
...Which is not putting out the boiler, he finds out pretty quickly when they turn the corner and he gets a good look at the thing, loud and sparking and expelling steam. It's bigger than he thought. He has enough time to take stock of the structure of the generator, which is:
1) A furnace. A big furnace. Too big to put out with a bucket of water or stifle the oxygen through the air vents. Smoke stack in the back, for fuel burning byproducts to vent.
2) On top of the furnace, the water tank. Steam power. Cool. There's a ladder up to a catwalk on the outside of the water tank, for maintenance, probably.
3) A maze of pipes running between the water tank and the structure that houses multiple turbines, mechanically generating electricity. And everything's obviously overloaded because there's sparks and some frayed conductive wiring and, well, a lot of stuff going on.
He ducks back pretty quickly because, okay, now he has to explain a thing to the both of them.
"Okay, new plan. Forget the boiler, too big. There's two emergency release valves - one on that big steam pipe and another, on top of that platform, on the outside of the water tank. That last one will let out all the water in there and probably put out the furnace, too." He points at Zuko. "If you can keep us from getting electrocuted, Zatanna and I can double team and hit both those releases. No more steam, generator stops."
A nervous laugh. "Also...don't get burned. Electricity sucks but boiling water and steam also sucks. Think of it like a big teapot, don't stick your finger in the spout."
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Hiro was definitely in the wrong company if explosions were what he purposely wanted to avoid. Just saying."I can hit whatever it is you need me to hit. So long as you show me exactly what it looks like."
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He says this rather dead pan. Nevermind the huge burn scar on his FACE.
But at Hiro's plan he does nod. He's good with it and will go along.
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He hesitates for a second, then adds, "I can probably fit in between all the pipes better, so I can get the bottom one."
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But she couldn't see it.
Nmad
"Are you sure? We can't even see the bottom right now. We don't know how far down it goes."
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He could feel the surging of the cold blooded fire inside the generator as well as the burning heat in the boiler. As skilled a firebender as he was, Zuko had to silently agree that it was too much for him to be able to put out alone.
So while they figure out what to do, he carefully monitors their safety.
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And now you sound like your brother, stupid, see where that got him, he thinks to himself, but doesn't voice it out loud.
"Yep, I'm...pretty sure. You need to concentrate and I...can probably handle myself...theoretically." He sets the toolbox down, but keeps the gloves; the former won't do him any good, but the latter, toilet history and all, will provide at least a little insulation against the electricals. Hopefully he won't need that insulation, though.
He does glance at Zuko, briefly, not seeing any physical evidence of anything happening besides that look of intense concentration, but...he's just gonna trust the dude.
"C'mon, let's get this over with," he says quickly. Gonna just climb around through a bunch of hot pipes and let out the steam. Easy, right?
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"Tcetorp." She waved a hand in Hiro's general direction; the boy would feel a gentle breeze seem to swirl around him, and for a split second, he almost seemed to glow. It was enough to momentarily satisfy her, and she nodded. "I don't know how long it'll hold, but that should be able to shield you from most of it. Just don't go thinking you're invulnerable or anything; I'm talking minor burns from accidental brushes or anything like that. You still need oxygen and you can still get knocked out. So try not to do that, okay?"
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Feeling the air stir around him, Hiro lifts both arms and looks down at himself just about glowing while the breeze ruffles his clothes. He stands there for moments after that, blinking, confused about what just happened until she explains it.
"...Okay," he says, and nods, mostly containing his skepticism (though a little bit of a grimace slips through). "Thanks. I'll try not to do anything too stupid."
He flashes her a small grin, and then another quick glance at Zuko, and then - seeing no point in hanging around any longer - takes off at a jog around the corner to get near enough to the generator to do something about it. He takes note of a couple pipes intermittently jetting steam and decides to avoid those; at his size, it's easy enough to drop down amidst the machinery and slip between pipes to get where he's going.
He does pause once he's reached the valve he needs to turn to yell up at Zatanna.
"You still good?"
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Translation: yup. Still good.
"You?"
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