asgardmeridiem | EVENT LOG: LOCUSTS!

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EVENT LOG: LOCUSTS!

Who: EVERYONE
What: the LOCUSTS! mingle log
When: Days 431-434 ( Apr. 10-17 )
Where: all across the city
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 431 ( Apr. 10/11 ): Any early risers that head outdoors as the sun is rising will find a somewhat strange sight: hundreds of earthworms, scattered all across any available loose earth, squirming around on the ground. What caused them all to dig their way to the surface isn't clear just yet, but they aren't the only creatures behaving a bit strangely today.

Just as the sun breaks the horizon around 7AM, a single stag will come charging through the city coming from the north and heading straight through the Gate of Frost. Mere minutes after that, a whole herd of deer will follow his lead and stampede their way south without care for anyone or anything that might get in their way. Smaller animals like wolves, foxes, rabbits, and the likes will follow at their feet, birds flying overhead in great flocks - all headed the same direction. Any pets or animals within the city will be irritable and anxious, some trying to escape and follow the same path outside and away from Asgard.

In the midst of the mass exodus, the bracelet's SOS function will blare loudly as one of the gods summons the Travellers to the castle.

The Travellers will have less than an hour to get themselves to the heart of the city where natives will already be ushering people indoors with a nervous calm. The whole of the city will be rushing their way through the barrier, and it will be made obvious fairly early on that not everyone can fit inside the castle. Jockey for a safe position and keep a strong hold on your loved ones so that you don't get separated in the chaos, but be fast about it.

After that hour mark, a wave of water will come crashing through the city from the north, flooding the streets at a height of approximately 10ft / 300cm. Anyone not within the castle barrier by that point will either drown or be swept away in a violent current that will carry send their bodies into whatever solid objects might stand in their way. Those safely within the barrier will see Heimdall at the front gate with his hands raised as though pressed against an invisible wall; if they look closely, they will be able to make out all city structures glowing with a faint shimmer - either royal blue, pale green, or amber - before their view is obscured by the water pounding against the barrier. The dome over the castle will be made visible by the flood encapsulating it as it washes anything that wasn't rooted down through the streets. It will be an awesome sight, though grim enough, as nature takes its course through the city.

The flooding will continue for several hours, during which time the Travellers will be largely left to their own devices as they wait out the worst of it. Sigyn, Freyr, and Freya will be going around with castle maids to make sure that no one in harmed and to try to keep people relatively calm. Hel, Fenrir, and Jormungand will be doing their level best to intimidate people into compliance by coordinating the immediate relief efforts that will take place as soon as they are able to leave. This means that, for the few hours it takes for the flood to die down, the castle will be largely unmonitored as the gods try to minimise the damage.

After the worst of the flooding passes, the residents of Asgard will be free to return to their homes. There will still be a foot of water to wade through, but it will be slow moving and relatively harmless. Thanks to Thor, Baldr, and Loki's protection spells, all buildings will still be structurally sound, if not wholly intact. Glass panes may be shattered and wooden doors may be splintered; anything that wasn't firmly tied down may be displaced somewhere down the road or otherwise destroyed. But for the most part, the damage is minimal. Now just to do something about this pesky water ...
Day 432 ( Apr. 12/13 ): By now, the floodwater has lowered to a scant inch or two, leaving the city streets littered with debris but otherwise safe for travel. Natives will be setting up booths to help coordinate the return of lost possessions or missing pets, reporting any property damage, and recovering any bodies of those that might not've made it to the castle in time. Travellers are welcome and encouraged to assist in the relief efforts. There will be district clean-up sign-ups below, but these are not mandatory to get involved, they're more of a way to see who will be in your district to make plotting easier.

Later in the day, while everyone is still trying to rid the streets of the lingering water and put everything back to rights, the first survivors of the flood will begin trickling into the waterlogged city. Outlying villages and encampments were destroyed in the disaster and are now seeking refuge with their gods in the capitol. Despite the stress Asgard is already under with the supply shortage and the damage from the flood, the Prince Regent will not deny his citizens the aid they require and will welcome them into the city until they can revive the land to health.
Days 433-434 ( Apr. 14-17 ): Relief efforts will now be split into two different areas: recovering the city and creating space for the new arrivals. The natives will need help setting up temporary housing, like filtering families into unused housing and setting up tents for the remaining numbers. They will need to ration out food and general camping supplies, and when Asgard is currently in a supply shortage, making ends meet will be a bit of a struggle. We would really love to see some player created groups banding together to do this! Things like donation collections or fostering an NPC or anything at all, you guys should work together to help facilitate the arrival of these refugees and their temporary(?) stay within the city. There are some player projects already up here if you’d like to take a look and get involved!

On the other side of relief efforts will be cleaning up the streets, boarding up broken windows, things like that. Sigyn will be working to rebuild the wall and could use some assistance in not only construction but the magic of her barrier as well. More player coordination here will help put things back to rights, so if your character has an idea of what they can do to help, please comment below to start up some relief projects! It'll basically be two days of everyone trying to dig themselves out of the mess and get settled again.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the LOCUSTS! event. All of the gods ( except Odin and Frigg, naturally ) will be out and about during the first day of this event, so if you’d like to plot with any of them, please contact either the NPC handler or the mods and we’ll help facilitate some plotting for you. As a reminder, all deaths during this event count towards your death consequences. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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[431]

Evy wakes groggily to the sound of her bracelet making an awful racket. Realizing what it is--some kind of SOS--gets her up in a hurry. She hastily pulls on clothes, knots her hair back in a messy excuse for a chignon, and scoops up Amewbis on her way out the door. If they're being summoned to the castle, the rest of the city might well not be safe; she's not going to leave her cat in danger.

Mewby, for his part, struggles in her arms the entire way, scratching up her forearms and yowling horribly. He doesn't actually escape her until they're inside the castle. "Mewby!" she calls, looking around frantically to figure out where he's gone.

He's a huge, fluffy black cat with empty green eyes, sharpish claws, and a desire to get the hell out of Dodge. Please grab him before he escapes.

Once she's got him back in her arms, she'll be wandering around, holding on to him; whenever she tries to sit down, he tries to escape.

[431]

After so many days of getting up early at Benwood House, Rusty was already half-awake (and trying to go back to sleep!) when her bracelet scared the bejesus out of her. She pulls on jeans, a blouse, and a cardigan, and heads out, her hair held back with a pair of grips. Gotta go find out what the gods want at this time of day. Maybe it's something good.

Getting into the castle is a tight squeeze, and she starts to get the sinking feeling that whatever it is, it isn't the best news. Not with everyone trying to cram into a space too small to hold the entire city.

When the flood comes, her eyes are the size of dinner plates. In other circumstances, she'd be fascinated with how one of the gods is keeping them all safe; at the moment, all she can think to do is say, "There were people out there. There were still people out there! We have to do something."

But what do you do when you're stuck in the middle of a crush of people, and there are huge waves of water outside?

[432-434]

Not much--but in the days after, you help out wherever you can. Rusty knows how to put your back into a good cause; she used to collect tin for the troops, and now she's out on the streets, picking up debris to the best of her ability.

"You looking for something?" she asks people as they come by--the ones whose faces seem to be searching. "I can help you look, if you want."

Edited 2014-04-11 02:04 (UTC)

Day 431

As soon as the warning goes out, Merlin throws his necessities into a pack and the walking chest (fondly nicknamed "ely") he'd procured from Aladdin a long time ago. Everything else gets shoved into the cupboards and closets without much ceremony--it's not these things he's worried about.

Not ten minutes after the SOS signal, Merlin's found struggling in the stables in Thor district. While his owl and dragon have already been sent flying off to safety, Sir Leon's horse and the unicorn Alice drew for him have no such option. The horses are clearly frightened, rearing nervously when he tries to draw them out of their stalls. Finally, when some significant time has passed without much improvement, Merlin runs outside, hoping he can find someone to help him.

"Is anyone still around? Please--I need help getting the horses to the castle! I can't just leave them here."

Day 432

Weary from a day of trudging through the shallow water and trying to salvage furniture and supplies from the streets, Merlin takes a short break outside of the hospital. He's quiet as he watches the first refugees from the flood trickle toward the hospital. They're probably as wet and miserable--maybe even more so--than the travellers are at the moment. At least the gods had managed to save the buildings from too much damage.

He pushes himself off the ledge he'd been sitting on, smiling crookedly at the person next to him. "Think we should start handing out some blankets for these people? They should have had enough time to dry out by now." A pause as his gaze skims over the growing crowd. "Perhaps something warm to drink, too. They look like they need it."

Day 433-434

Oh boy, his favourite thing to do: looking for volunteers! After checking into the hospital's supplies and helping out the refugees with whatever scrapes and bumps they accumulated during the flood, Merlin starts formulating another plan.

There's a sign he's hanging up on the hospital's door ("Soup Kitchen - looking for help and donations!") and he sort of steps back, tilts his head to the side. "It's a bit...crooked. Do you think anyone would bother reading it when they're cleaning up after their homes already?"

Is he talking to you? Or that other person a couple feet away? Who knows. Merlin's not looking at anyone in particular as he says this, but he'd appreciate the input either way.

Day 431 ( Apr. 10/11 )

Margaret arrives in the city early enough that it's still dark and wanders, trying to come to an understanding with what's actually happened. On one hand, she's completely confused, on the other she's determined. And on the hand she doesn't have, she's terrified. But there's no sense in dwelling, so, after her explanation and a basic tutorial of her bracelet, she does what any sane person would do.

She goes for a walk.

And when the SOS hits, she has no idea what is going on. For a startlingly long moment, she realizes she has no idea where she is or how to get to the castle. The natives help her, though, at least in pointing her in the right direction. Margaret Houlihan, Major, finds herself running for her life in the last few moments as the doors are closing.

She barely makes it and her voice carries as she makes a dive for it.

"No you don't, don't you dare close those gates on me, I'm a U.S. Army Major!" And then she's literally sliding through the closing doors like she's sliding into home plate. The crack as she twists means she's definitely broken something in her arm, and she grits her teeth as she slides to a stop. Her Army uniform, which hadn't been too terrible for most of the day and all of a night spent roadside in Korea, was more than a little mussed.

Day 432 ( Apr. 12/13 )

Somewhere out there was a bag that had her luggage, but it doesn't matter, because it's likely destroyed. She looks anyway, lending a hand wherever she's needed. She's got blankets for people, hot drinks, and has snapped into Nurse mode instantly.

Days 433-434 ( Apr. 14-17 )

Margaret reports to the hospital because it's second nature, and finds herself in the best place -- somewhere familiar. It makes her feel safe, even if the healing astounds her. She helps field whomever she can, binds wounds, attends to the triage, and the routine is calming.

It's when the work slows and she gets that cup of coffee that she can't quite stop her fingers from shaking. It'll wear off, she thinks, and scans the busy scene.

When she's not at the hospital, she's helping out wherever she's needed.

Edited (wow header) 2014-04-11 02:19 (UTC)

Day 431
[It's no secret. Malekith hates a lot of things. Most of his network communications come from the dead of night due to a loathing of the daylight hours, and most of said communications end in tension due to his loathing of people. He certainly detested the S.O.S. signal that blared, and his fury ignited in his innards at the prospect of taking refuge within the castle. The Asgardian castle.

But above all things, inwardly, secretly - Malekith hates the prospect of potential death. More than once in his life has he fled in the face of mortal peril.

Still, evacuation is an experience that leaves him irritable (what's new?).]

-stop. I do not need your assistance.

431

"Bloody--"

Loras looks more than a bit upset. He's holding onto that bloody nug Jamie Lannister left him, while keeping track of Margaery and Loras. He's grabbed what he can, shoving it into a pack, placing their precious few belongings up into the attic rafters.

"I had just started to get things the way I liked them in that bloody house, then-- I am going to complain to the bloody gods about this." Loras can handle war, he can handle fighting. But natural disasters like this? Are just infuriating. He can't fight against water like this--and what he can't fight against, he broods against.

Once inside, he's checking on his friends, and his loved ones, ensuring they are safe. The rest of them? Well, he is a knight, and he is supposed to protect the good--but he can't do anything against the water.

So instead, he does what he can for the people here. If the nug is following him around, well, he's ignoring it.

Day 431

"Please don't cry, Koyuki,"

She's currently keeping her little dog clutched closely to her chest as possible. Alice isn't really interested in her belongings, after having been forced to relocate once. But the little dog's crying begins to tug at heartstrings. The little dog hasn't really settled, not since Alice had decided to keep Koyuki in a swaddling cloth with no luck.

Most awkward of all is carrying the most important possession of them all -- her family's portrait. It's been wrapped up tightly as possible, strapped on her back along with her stuffed rabbit in toe. She couldn't care for anything else, except for her rabbit and picture. Koyuki, most of all, whom she pleads with to calm down.

She heaves a heavy sigh, trying to navigate her way through this. Admittedly, it'd be easier without Koyuki and she hates to admit it. She just needs to find a place to keep her stowed away before Alice can embark on helping others.

Higher ground is an option for now, even with a yowling puppy.

Day 432-434

Having some expertise in cooking, especially for a significant amount of children, Alice figures by now she can return the favor to help where any help is needed. It's been a rough night and Alice is fighting off any sort of nagging illness or fatigue.

She's not the strongest of people and yet that doesn't stop her from sifting around debris for anything useful. It reminds her of London, in a way. Then again, anything nasty and molded does. She'll be hopping around, almost literally, over debris and objects looking for anything that could be helpful.

"At this rate, I'm half-tempted to find a good spot to wash some of these sheets. Or something to air out for warmth."

[Closed to Ianto Jones]
The blare of the bracelet is alarming, as is the demand that follows, given by one of the 'gods' themselves, to get to the castle. Jack frowns and immediately fires off a private message over the network; Ianto's at work with Tosh, at the library, but they received the same alert and demand as well. There's a terse agreement that he'll wait at the house until the pair of them return, and they'll leave together, and then they disconnect.

In the meantime, Jack clears up the project he'd been working on, and checks in with Owen. Tosh and Ianto return, and when Tosh is ready before he and Ianto, who's getting Celyn, the dog Rose gave them awhile back, packed up, Jack sends Tosh off, with the promise to meet her at the castle. The only thing left now is to wait for Ianto to finish up and head out.

[Open to all: Immediately after the barrier goes up]
He let go of Ianto's hand. He let go of Ianto's hand. He let go of Ianto's hand, and now the young Welshman is no longer at his side. He'd been holding on to the dog's cage with his left, to Ianto's hand with his right, as they made their way to the castle, because he'd be damned if he didn't make sure they got to safety for whatever the hell was coming, and then an entire group of panicked natives had all but slammed between them just before they hit the castle gate, with enough force that he'd had to let go. They'd had enough force, even, to drag Jack with them before he managed to grind himself to a halt a ways inside the gate.

Immediately, he'd started scanning the crowd, searching for those beautiful blue eyes, the always well pressed suit, and it'd taken him but a moment to find them- outside the gate. He'd called out, trying to push back through the ever growing, ever pressing, frantic crowd to get back to him, and then there'd been a shimmer of magic at the gate itself.

And then the water had come.

He didn't remember much after that, except the enraged shout that he had a vague idea had torn itself from his own throat as he dropped Celyn's cage and surged forward, struggling to get to the gate. Because he has to get through the crowd, he has to get to Ianto. He let go of Ianto's hand, and he refuses to lose Ianto like he'd lost Gray, all those years ago.

[Open to all: Anytime during the flood]
He's watching the gate. Watching where Heimdall is holding the barrier. The barrier that's keeping the flood waters out, and the people in. The single thing preventing him from going out there to try and find Ianto, flood waters be damned. Anger courses through him, and it's threaded with heavy guilt and a self-loathing and hatred beyond words. Because the man he loves is somewhere out there in that water, instead of safe here inside the barrier, because he let go of his hand. And it's taking every single iota of willpower Jack has to not go out there after him. At his feet, scrabbling about her cage, Celyn whines for both her masters.

Edited 2014-04-11 16:44 (UTC)

Day 431 //

[Joffrey had never dealt with a natural disaster before. He hadn't even dealt with winter, that he could remember at least. He spared no time in scrambling from his room straight to the castle, not even bothering to grab any of his weapons, something he regretted when people were running everywhere and slamming into each other. He was going to have a few bruises soon.

He sat huddled up, trying to push as far away from other people as possible. He winced every time he hears a wave crash up against the barrier, like a kid who was still afraid of thunder. He could hardly believe any barrier would hold against such a force of nature, and furthermore doubted that the flood would ever go away.]

Day 432-434 //

[Joffrey was scowling at nearly everyone he could see who looked like a refugee. It was clear that he wasn't happy with the current predicament. However, he wasn't helping out at all - unless kicking the occasional piece of small debris out of the way counted as helping - so he was sure to be receiving his fair share of glares as well.

His sword is still in its hilt at his side and he was clutching at it like he always did, but his grip seemed weaker than usual, and he was starting to look a bit pale. He was used to eating extravagant feasts and had certainly never skipped many meals before. The fact that he wasn't eating enough on his own without servants to cook for him combined with the trouble and food shortage was starting to take its toll on him.]

[ Open to everyone | After the barrier goes up | Day 431 ]

The Doctor was used to close shaves by now. He couldn't pinpoint the exact time and place signifying the moment they became one of his constant companions, but he knew there had been a moment, and since then, they seemed to stick to him almost like glue.

And apparently, that was an unchangeable fact that happened no matter where he was, because at this precise moment, there were throngs of people in varying states of panic surging around him, and it was becoming difficult to not get swept off by them. But getting swept off his feet wasn't one of his plans, so he allowed himself to be carried by the crowd's momentum for a little while until he spotted an opening and seized his chance, practically diving for one of the few clear spots in the area.

And once he was no longer being jostled about by a crowd whose emotions were quite understandably running high, he leaned slightly against a nearby boulder while he worked on collecting himself and taking stock of what was still a very chaotic situation.

"Blimey, but if this isn't a mess I've walked into, then I don't know what is." It felt as though he had to shout to be heard, and even then, he doubted anyone was really listening. Kind of hard to pay attention to some bloke in leather when the water was still raging just a short distance away, and he didn't even want to think about the people who hadn't made it to safety in time.

That was definitely a sobering thought.

[ Open : Days 432-434 ]

Finally, when the flood waters began receding, the Doctor could be found pitching in anywhere he could, to varying degrees of success. But he didn't want to stand around watching, so trying to help to the best of his abilities seemed like the thing to do.

There's debris to be shifted, things to be cleaned up, and more work to be done besides, which meant it looked as though the Doctor was caught between trying to be everywhere at once and going where his help was needed most.

Edited 2014-04-11 05:01 (UTC)

[As hated by so many as Joffrey is, and how much of a brat he could be, Eight never likes to see children frightened. He approaches the boy and puts a hand lightly on his shoulder, his voice quiet.]

Joffrey?

[He gives Joffrey a small smile. He's pretty sure the boy will puff himself up and say something like "Kings are never scared", but he knows better. Everyone is scared.]

It will pass, I promise.

[And that prediction would be correct, as Joffrey does his best to appear unphased by what's going on.]

I'm not scared or anything stupid like that, I've just never seen anything like this before.

[There's another crash, and he flinches, unable to keep his confident frame up for long.]

You're certain it'll pass?

[He lifts his brows and gives him a knowing look when Joffrey flinches.]

It would be smart to be scared, not stupid. If the gods are concerned enough to hide us all away from this, certainly we mere mortals should be terrified, right?

I think it will pass, yes. It always does. Besides, while I may not trust these gods to be honest with us all the time, I do trust their self-interest, and it's certainly in their self-interest to keep us all safe. They're doing everything they can.

[morning, inside the barrier]

Worried faces are no strange sight among those who made it to the castle early, but that alone doesn't explain the way Yosuke is acting by this point in the morning. Alone and jammed against a wall by a morass of disoriented evacuees, he seems... twitchy. Very, very twitchy. His feet can't stay still for a second, and in the middle of the throng, they're jittering far too close to other people's toes for anybody's comfort.

When someone next brushes his shoulder, he jumps dramatically, one hand flying to his headphones to stop the cord from catching on them. "Hey!" he squeaks. "Dude, don't scare me like that...!"

His voice sounds unusually strangled even by his standards, too.

[afternoon, around town]

"Pick up, pick up..."

Some time after the deluge gives way to a deluge of people out through the castle gates, Yosuke appears to have calmed down, at least in the sense that he's mostly stopped fidgeting. In most other senses, he's getting more anxious by the minute. He wades through the flooded streets, looking around at the magically restrained but still eye-catching damage, looking out for familiar faces, looking for higher ground, looking down in frustration at the holographic screen in front of him - looking everywhere except where he's going, in fact.

Given his usual luck, there's only one possible outcome.

"Crap, I'm sorry -" Hastily, he splashes aside - but he hesitates before turning away entirely from the person he bumped into. "Oh, uh... Actually, you got a minute?"

The water below takes a little longer than might be expected to ripple back over his sodden tennis shoes.

[later in the afternoon, outside the palace (closed to Souji)]

After a while, the water level across the city starts to recede. Yosuke's restlessness doesn't.

"Dammit, where would he go...?" he mutters, traipsing back through the city centre for what feels like the billionth time, racking his brain. This isn't the first time he's been left behind. It isn't the first time Souji has left him behind, gone haring off for one stupid reason or another. It isn't even the first time Souji has gone haring off since they both landed in this town, not so long ago. He should be able to guess... But the relief efforts are scattered all over the place, and he still thinks he's walked past most of them by now. (Or on, in a couple of cases that he quickly apologised for.) He's stumped.

Presently, he comes to a halt by the palace and, with a groan, leans back against the wall. Dingy water laps quietly over his ankles. It's a damp and slimy place for a breather, but he's sick of this. Besides, doing it here or elsewhere wouldn't make a scrap of difference.

Day 431:

[Elsa immediately wakes and rushes to Anna's room when she hears the noise. Checking on her sister and the cat, ensuring that she is okay and the cat doesn't escape and get lost. She gathers Anna up and what limited supplies she can carry before hurrying and following the crowd with her younger sister.

Once there in the castle, she seems not to relax but almost even more on edge. The crowds are still something she is adjusting to, and she never quite anticipated everyone gathered together like this in one building. She's got a gown over her night dress, looking around at everyone nervously as she fusses over Anna, ensuring her sister is all right and trying to keep as calm as she can under the circumstances.

It's clear that she is fretting, terrified. But she tries to keep a lid on it. Keep it together. If she had her ice powers it is certain she would be losing her control over them right now, as she stands and watches the waves, hearing them crashing against the barrier. She winces with each loud crash, hoping it to be over soon, hoping the barrier holds.]

Day 432-4:

[There's not much Elsa can do. She does her best to help though. Help in the basic clean up that doesn't require too much strength, in attempting to help keep people calm among the aftermath and sorrow of losing their things. She brings anything she finds that looks important to the lost and found, pointing anyone there that seems to be searching for something.

There are some things that she really has no control over. Even back home, she would be helpless against natural disasters. She hates feeling so...useless. So small in the face of it when she thinks of her duty back home to protect her kingdom.]

Day 431:

[Clementine wakes with a start at the alarm, eyes wide and scrambling from bed, gathering up Midnight at the foot of her bed along with her backpack, shoving her pistol under her bed in it and hat at her bedside table. She then pulls on a sweatshirt and sneakers before rushing to Eight's room.]

Doctor? I think we have to go.

[Because of course she wants to ensure he is okay, that they get out and to the castle. Lee too. She's not leaving without either of them.

Once she gets to the castle, she sits, curled up and waiting. There's not a lot she can do now but wait. Ensuring Midnight is okay, healing anyone who might need it from their dash to safety. Watching the waves crash against the barrier out the window with wide eyes. Walkers she could handle. Force of nature like this, she has no chance against. Even with her pistol. It makes her feel so very small and vulnerable as she hears the waves outside. Hoping everyone made it to safety.]

Days 432-434:

[She is mostly staying at the clinic, tending to those who need healing. When she isn't doing that, she is out and helping with the clean up as best she can, fitting into smaller spaces to check for anything left behind of importance, any survivors or bodies that need to be cleared. Never straying too far from Lee or the Doctor. Only occasionally forced and convinced to take a break. There's so much to be done. And so many more to accommodate with the refugees showing up now.]

A King is no mere mortal.

[He clings to any behavior he thinks is kingly even more now than he did back home, because so few people actually acknowledge his title and so he feels the need to convince them.]

They better be. They would send us home rather than let us all die, right?

"Sérë, sérë" Maglor croons at the horses and not for the first time wishes he had something of his old abilities (or that his brother Celegorm were here). He is an old hand at horses however, and is quick to get them out and settled.

"We will not be able to save them all" He says sadly.

"Quildë, pityahuan" Maglor shushes the puppy as he comes up alongside. "Need you a hand gwilwileth?"

Day 431

As old as he is, and having survived the destruction of Beleriand and seen the sinking of Numenor, Maglor knows better than to ignore the warning signs that nature is giving. He does not bother to rouse Elrond, trusting that the younger Elf is just as perceptive, instead going out to see what may be done to get other's to safety. So he is out and about when the alarm goes out.

Later in the castle he can be found shushing the young ones, weaving Influence into song, drawing illusion in the air and singing lullabies to the youngest. Calm he projects, to any who need it.

Day 432
As he did after the earthquake, Maglor is out and about, walking the streets and singing as he looks for where he can aid.

Comfort. he weaves in his song Courage. Hope.

Day 433-434
He walks still, when he can, but Dr McCoy has found him by now, and he is more often at the makeshift clinic, working around the healers - he has plenty of batttlefield first aid, which makes him a useful second set of hands for any of them who need it, but more importantly, he can, and does, use Influence to keep the patients calm. Rest. he sings softly as he bends over one, watching as pain-filled eyes flutter slowly closed and breathing deepens. Sleep sweet

[ Regina Mills is not in a good mood. Having to run through the streets in her best heels would do that to her and she is holding her waist, listens to the screams and the hysteria which is rising in the castle.

she would almost be tempted to have a drink, right about now. ]

where the hell did all those water come from?

[ mostly spoken to no one as she dusts off her tailored pants and gets up. ]

enough, enough shouting. None of you are doing each other any good with this panic.

[ it's sharp and it's commanding, it's regal. the evil queen turned madam mayor is not one to appreciate hysteria. ]

May I suggest we all try to calm down, seeing there are children present. We are alive and well. Let's save our panic for when we leave this castle.

431:

[Tris was perhaps lucky to have made it into the barrier, but she didn't particularly feel it. At first, she stared at the rising flood with likewise rising panic, trying her best to contain it. Then, just to look at anything that wasn't that, she wandered around, trying to spot familiar faces, or people who look like they need help.

Later still, she'll be looking for a patch of fall and just hug her knees to her chest, waiting.]

433/434

[The relief efforts are a blessing to Tris. For two days, she can focus on helping other people, and she will do that more or less until she falls over. Whatever aid you need or organize, she's around lending a hand in anything she can assist with.]

DAY 431

[ The day started with Cerberus growling, foaming, scratching at the door and roaring (barking? It sounds more like a roar, honestly) at Satan's door. The angel had just woken up and he had to deal with this dumb animal making a fuss for whatever reason."Are you hungry again?" would be the question, but as the SOS sounded through the city, the archangel finally decided to pay more attention to the three-dead dog. Okay, fine. Good thing you woke him up.

He is quick to dress and even quicker to reach the Castle, due to his power (with the puppy in his hands). Which means he goes inside the castle and gives no damns if everyone fits there or not and waits. But when the wave comes, he quickly comes closer to watch the show. His eyes are widen, though he has no smile nor frown which makes it hard to read him. In truth, his heart is beating faster than ever and in truth, Satan is incredibly excited about all of this. He is so fucking thrilled. And only the people around him are what keeps him from suddenly smiling like an asshole and break down laughing like the maniac he actually is.

he eventually leaves the front row to choose a place to stay away from most people and keep to himself, while Cerberus growls and foams from the mouth, barking at anyone who'd try to approach uninvited. Satan's face finally shows a huge bright SMILE, eyes still widen and that need to laugh rising. He puts the three-headed dog down (that remains close), and is quick to cover his mouth, not only to hide the smile but to choke the laugher.

but it's impossible. Giants fighting each other, Asgard being caught in that fight, the world slowly dying and now this - so many dead, so much destruction. It's perfect. And he chuckles, he finally chuckles softly, before that chuckle turns into a laugher that he tries to bite back.

So, Satan has a serious case of schadenfreude. ]

DAY 432

[ fuck no, he isn't going to help anyone. The moment Satan can leave, he calls Cerberus and both leave towards Freya district. he goes by walking this time, not because he is without his powers, but because he wants to see. The dead, the despair, people screaming and asking for aid, Satan walks the streets with a strange elegance and a clear lack of care of notice of those in need.

Fuck you all. He is the Devil for a reason and the devil had an insanity fit yesterday so YEAH, he is caring even LESS than ever before ]

[431 - Closed to Desmond]

[Oddly enough, when the alarm goes off, Hibiki is running in the opposite direction of everyone else. Her expression is one of panic.]

Mary-? Mary, please, come back!

[This isn't good. All of her other animals were sure to be taken care of, but if she loses Mary now...!]

[431 and 432 - Open to all!]

[For both of these days, Hibiki can be found wandering among the refugees, a plate in hand with a magic circle written on it. Around other children especially, she will activate the circle to conjure up a loaf of melon bread, handing it over with the brightest smile she can manage during these trying times.]

Here you go! Make sure to share too, okay?

[In the end, it's not a proper meal, and she's more than aware of that. But rather than attempt to stave off hunger, she'd like to bring a little joy to these people if possible...]

Edited 2014-04-11 16:44 (UTC)

Ianto is working through his latest stack of books to reshelve when his bracelet starts sounding the alarm, and moments later Jack messages him. Their exchange is brief, but the message is clear - get your ass home and then we'll get ourselves to the castle and safe from whatever the hell this thing is warning us about. He and Tosh make their way back through the city and bewildered crowds of people to their house, where Tosh immediately darts up to her room and Ianto finds Jack. After a brief exchange there, he sets himself about gathering up the necessary supplies into a bag and locating their dog. Well, puppy, really. He finally finds her under their bed, and knows that they'll never get her to the castle in the state she's in. Precious minutes tick by and Tosh leaves ahead of them as they locate her cage and quickly throw a blanket in for her, gently coercing Celyn into the thing before they're finally ready to go.

Ianto straightens and turns to Jack and knows that their time window is ticking ever narrower. "We should probably get a move on," he says. "Do you want me to carry her or take this?" he says, motioning to the bag, which has really only a few essentials that they might need (who knows how long they might be stuck there, after all).

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