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

[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.

[cravats]

"It's quite early for me, actually. I generally sleep through the day unless there's some pressing reason not to." Sorry, he doesn't have any spirits on him. He tends to spend his luxury rations on more tea.

"I've found a few living. More, unfortunately, that I was too late for." He looks solemn, but composed.

[mopirates_moproblems]

That is a shocking revelation. In fact, he's not at all sure how to react to it. What an odd schedule to keep.

I wish I could say I'd had better luck."

[cravats]

"These poor folk." Lyall shakes his head. What an awful way to die, buried under a building. He takes his flask back and takes a pull of the tea. "At least we can give the families and friends the information. It would be hard to live without that."

[mopirates_moproblems]

"Yes. I imagine it would be."

He still dislikes it. It is truly the very least of what they could do.

[cravats]

Lyall has to agree, though little of his displeasure with the situation shows. He pats James's shoulder lightly, then looks beyond him, his hazel eyes shifting to lupine yellow in the dusk. "There's a living one over there. Come on."

[mopirates_moproblems]

"You can tell, even at this distance?"

Still, he falls into step beside Randolph, walking with him. He's more curious than doubtful.

[cravats]

"It's a matter of scent. I have the sharpest nose in London, and the living smell quite different from the dead." He taps the pointy nose in question. "It's come in handy more than once."

[mopirates_moproblems]

"I imagine it would."

It's growing gradually easier to accept statements like that made as fact. James joins him at the rubble, starting to dig.

[cravats]

Lyall takes care of the larger pieces, shifting them carefully.

"This is going to take a great deal of work to repair. I don't look forward to that."

[mopirates_moproblems]

"No, indeed."

James shifts the smaller pieces, revealing the injured kedan and kneeling down to him.