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sixthiterationlogs2018-07-12 07:58 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-07-12 07:58 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- !ota,
- - event: earthquakes,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- division: kira akiyama,
- dmc: vergil sparda,
- fall: stella gibson,
- ff: oerba dia vanille,
- h50: danny williams,
- hunger games: annie cresta,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- hunger games: katniss everdeen,
- hunger games: peeta mellark,
- m7: vasquez,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- marvel: danny rand,
- marvel: erik lehnsherr,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: jean grey,
- marvel: kamala khan,
- marvel: karen page,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- ouat: killian jones,
- sanctuary: john druitt,
- spn: bela talbot,
- star trek: jean-luc picard,
- vtr: samantha moon
[MINGLE] Great Shakes
WHO: EVERYBODY
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: 13 July (afternoon, main quake) - 14 July (morning, last aftershocks)
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Potential injuries, PTSD, and anxiety
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: 13 July (afternoon, main quake) - 14 July (morning, last aftershocks)
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Potential injuries, PTSD, and anxiety
The sun is still high when the earth begins its initial, almost benign sway, but seasoned villagers know well enough that what follows will be far from gentle. Vibrations ramp up swiftly, exponentially, until within the space of a few seconds, the whole world is shaking — Dishes pinging down from shelves, young trees sifting free of the earth, shingles dislodging and tumbling like rain.
After 20 seconds, the worst is done, and after 30 the shaking has ebbed completely. Some will have escaped relatively unscathed, but others will not have been so lucky...
...and the aftershocks are still to come.
Samantha Moon | Rescue and Recovery | OTA
It figured, somehow. The first day Sam was actually feeling better, the first day Sam was beginning to feel like herself again. The first day she'd managed to finally get her wig back on. That's when hilarity ensued.
Sam was awake when it happened. Of course she was awake. Sleep was something that people did. Sam wasn't people any more. She was on her way to the kitchen to start working on a new batch of vodka. And what bothered her the most was how calm she felt, as the floor jolted beneath her and she careened into the wall of the Inn's staircase. The world was going sideways again, no big whoop. Just another day in paradise. This was her life now, from the Rain of Fire forward. Maybe further back. Maybe from the moment she died.
Which wasn't to say she didn't let out a colorful stream of variations on the word 'fuck.'
She was still Sam, after all.
But then she snapped into LA mode. She was a Ventrue, with ice in her veins. She could handle anything. And maybe if she repeated that damn mantra enough, she'd start to believe it.
"Get out of the building," she roared, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Get out into the open." She turned to shout up the stairs. "Can everyone hear me? Get out! Does anyone need help?"
Aftershocks
She ignored the too-tight feeling in her skin that she remembered from her sunburnt days and walked into the light. The only sign of her displeasure and discomfort was the way she held the knife she'd grabbed from the kitchen. It was a death grip, so tight and so steely that her knuckles would have turned white, if she still had a circulation to speak of. Frankly, Sam was better in a crisis when there was someone to hit, but barring that possibility, she knew plenty about rescue and recovery.
What was an earthquake beside the Rain of Fire?
Well, that wasn't really a contest anyone could win. But for all of her posturing and pretending that she was too jaded to ever be wide-eyed again, Sam knew what she was doing.
She planned out a methodical circuit in her head and started to follow it, going in wider and wider circles out from the Inn. Without fail, when she ran into someone, she asked if they needed help. For someone who preferred to sit back and watch people, she threw herself into the thick of it this time. There was more to the Blue Bitch than potato vodka.
It was time to prove it. To herself and the village.
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He had been frozen in place during the earthquake, rooting in the doorway as everything fell and collapsed. The bakery, only recently cleaned was now in disarray. The supplies had fallen from the shelves and rolled out of his reach, under the stove and furniture that had collapsed. In an instant, his hard work had fallen apart.
He didn't stay in the bakery to lament over it. Instead, he went outside to get a look at the damage and to see if anyone is hurt. When he came across Sam, his first thought wasn't what she could do to help him but if something had happened to her. "You sure you're all right?"
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Which, really, was no different from LA.
She gave the boy a smile. "Me? I'm a cockroach. Nothing can squish me." Not even pieces of space station falling from the sky.
Go figure.
Sam made a small gesture to the bakery. And the boy. "How about you?"
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He'd heard about them in other districts but never gone through one before. While he wanted to brush it off jovially, it brought back too many memories of the arena. A reminder of how easily the game makers could change something with the push of a button. The similarities to this world and his own were still to eerie to contemplate.
"The bakery is a bit more shaken up than before. It will probably need another day of cleaning. Nothing is badly destroyed." There was that, at least.
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It was refreshing to know that her people skills still sucked.
She was still Sam after all.
And on that subject....
"I'm Sam," she said, reaching out to offer him a hand. "I rely on gallows humor to keep me sane. Just ignore me."