sixthiterationlogs | of earthquakes and aftershocks

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 10th September and a few days after
OPEN TO: Inn Residents, whoever else might be in the building: then, everyone!
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Open

Earthquake

It's 5pm, or would be, if anyone paid much attention to things like clocks here. Sunset isn't for another two and a half hours or so, and the day's been hot. Not as humid as it has been. The Inn is mostly quiet, as it's hours after the midday dinner and the only people around either live at the Inn or have reason to be there. Supper will be made soon, as it's been a good day with the food supply.

Then, a minute later, the ground starts to shake.

Repairs and Aftermath

The Inn hasn't been as badly damaged as some other buildings. Foundations are still strong, walls haven't been cracked. But it's a big building, with lots of furniture and light fixtures, and it got shaken.

Having been turned into the unofficial community centre, it'll take some work and a few days to get everything straightened up again.

There's also the little matter of the water supply...

ooc: this is a party-style post, so set up your own OTAs or tag around and have fun! Setting is both for the day of the quake and a few days after to try and fix things up.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

And well, Nerys recognises the sentiment, she's expressed it often enough to others and meant it as much as Peggy means it now. She's also heard it and not taken it into enough consideration, in the past, but she's never been in a situation quite like this before. Everyone's labor is valuable here, and even one person's wellbeing could tip the balance. If she overdoes it, she could make herself sick or lose some ability, and the idea of that, here, terrifies her more than natural disasters.

"I'll try to be careful," she says, smiling at Peggy, a little sheepishly. "And yeah...I don't know what kind of plants you'd even use, on Earth, for that kind of thing. Don't want to just be randomly eating plants as an experiment."

"No, I don't think you'd like to do that. As much as you might find something that works as a painkiller, I imagine you also rather run the risk of giving yourself some rather strange hallucinations," Peggy says with a knowing nod and a laugh. "Maybe Mark could help? He seems quite well to do with plants and all."

"Mark, and maybe Helen--she's a doctor and a scientist, so potentially she could advise. Humans used something prior to synthetics, right?" Nerys asked, lifting a brow in curiosity. "I mean, really, you had to. On Bajor, when we were out in the wilderness and up against a wall for supplies, there was a seed from a flowering bush that helped, if you chewed on it."

She huffs in irritation at herself. "It's so damn frustrating not knowing anything about where I am. I've always been somewhere where the things around me were familiar or easily learned. Now I'm like a child, somewhat."

"All synthetic items have to derive from something," Peggy points out, thinking logically. "So then, there must be some plant here that could be adapted into a painkiller, I'm sure," she agrees, but she very much understands where Nerys is coming from, seeing as Peggy feels like her knowledge of medicine is woefully underprepared compared to others.

Still, at least that's not all that they can do. "There must be something else that you can provide, though? In order to get away from feeling that way?"

"Well," Nerys says with a soft sigh, testing her injured foot very carefully on the floor. She rolls the ball of the sole, then shifts back gingerly to her heel and the swollen ankle. "I work hard, I can hunt and I can plow and I can build. If someone tells me what needs doing for plants, I can do it. It's just a little like working with a veil over my eyes."

She frowns, the metaphor not quite right. "I don't feel like I'm not pulling my weight, I just feel...ungrounded."

"I feel the same," Peggy admits, because no matter what she does, it seems like there isn't much for her to do in the midst of the day beyond exploring. Even that grows more frustrating as she continually wonders whether it even serves a purpose or whether she ought to give up. And if she gives up, then what does she do with all her time?

Sighing, she gives Nerys a wry smile. "I'm not very good at this," she admits.

Nerys smiles back, equally wry. She reaches up and runs a hand through her hair--it's getting really ridiculously long, she needs to cut it--and lets out a sigh. "I'm not very good at it either. There's not enough tech for me to build any kind of transmitter or scanner, so I don't know how to find out where the hell, when the hell, we are, much less send up flares for rescue. There's got to be some kind of boundaries to push, Helen said, but I don't know where to start."

A thought comes into her mind, and she voices it without filter. "It feels like we're going to get slapped back every time we try to build something bigger. It's hard not to lose the will to act."

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