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saveourearth2019-01-20 05:30 pm
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2019-01-20 05:30 pm
We shall rebuild [mingle]
Date: 2/1/19
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With the festive season well and truly over, and most wallets smarting from the festivities, Mossgate has, as usual, been extremely quiet through January. The last of the sales are still lingering in the stores, hoping to entice any shoppers who aren't desperately holding out for that first January pay day at the end of the month, and the seafront is empty of all but the hardiest dog walkers, wrapped up against the cold winter winds. At least the evenings are finally starting to ever so slowly get a little bit lighter, but that's small compensation for the otherwise grey and dull month.
It seems as though it will drag on this way all the way through to February, but on the afternoon of the 20th Mossgate is shaken awake. Literally. A 4.5 magnitude earthquake hits the town just after 3:15PM, with the epicentre located at the mouth of the Moss River. The shaking lasts for a couple of seconds, and sends a couple of chimney stacks flying, but there's very little real damage done around town. As earthquakes are extremely rare in the UK, most people are unsure what is happening, and most report it to the media as assuming that a bomb had gone off, or a lorry gone past, or something similar.
Almost immediately the internet lights up with the usual British response to such events, and it's headline news on the local papers and TV for the next few days. Initially they cover the event and the clean up, and then the social media response to it.
However, those who have numbers will not just be subjected to the initial scare and then the following ridicule. As the shaking fades, an unsettled feeling starts to rise; subtly at first, but increasing as the days go by. They are left feeling anxious and uneasy, but also curious and excited. In particular, they will find themselves drawn to the earthquake and the information about it, perhaps checking the news or social media about it more than they usually would, or easier to draw into conversations about it. Whatever they can find just doesn't seem to be enough, and they're drawn to discuss it and the other unusual events (such as the appearance of the poppies in November, or the strange gifts over Christmas) of late more, and to find out more about them. It can be ignored, but as any niggling annoyance it won't disappear if it is.
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With the festive season well and truly over, and most wallets smarting from the festivities, Mossgate has, as usual, been extremely quiet through January. The last of the sales are still lingering in the stores, hoping to entice any shoppers who aren't desperately holding out for that first January pay day at the end of the month, and the seafront is empty of all but the hardiest dog walkers, wrapped up against the cold winter winds. At least the evenings are finally starting to ever so slowly get a little bit lighter, but that's small compensation for the otherwise grey and dull month.
It seems as though it will drag on this way all the way through to February, but on the afternoon of the 20th Mossgate is shaken awake. Literally. A 4.5 magnitude earthquake hits the town just after 3:15PM, with the epicentre located at the mouth of the Moss River. The shaking lasts for a couple of seconds, and sends a couple of chimney stacks flying, but there's very little real damage done around town. As earthquakes are extremely rare in the UK, most people are unsure what is happening, and most report it to the media as assuming that a bomb had gone off, or a lorry gone past, or something similar.
Almost immediately the internet lights up with the usual British response to such events, and it's headline news on the local papers and TV for the next few days. Initially they cover the event and the clean up, and then the social media response to it.
However, those who have numbers will not just be subjected to the initial scare and then the following ridicule. As the shaking fades, an unsettled feeling starts to rise; subtly at first, but increasing as the days go by. They are left feeling anxious and uneasy, but also curious and excited. In particular, they will find themselves drawn to the earthquake and the information about it, perhaps checking the news or social media about it more than they usually would, or easier to draw into conversations about it. Whatever they can find just doesn't seem to be enough, and they're drawn to discuss it and the other unusual events (such as the appearance of the poppies in November, or the strange gifts over Christmas) of late more, and to find out more about them. It can be ignored, but as any niggling annoyance it won't disappear if it is.
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“Do you want to wrap up and lie down?”
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Sitting on the bed, Sadie lays her hand over Ben's and smiles, "Thank you, I think it's best if I take a nap, would you wake me up once Walter's here?"
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Thumb moving slowly against her cheek, Benjiro smiles, “Yes. Provided you don’t look too comfortable.” There is no seriousness to his consideration of letting her stay asleep in company. He begins to rise, pausing on the way up to give her a soft peck on the lips. He is so glad she is recovering well from the river. Once standing, he waits for her to lie back on the bed before wrapping the top layer quilt over her to fold her into a pocket for warmth. He diverts momentarily to retrieve the landline phone and hook it up where she can reach it. Just in case.
“I’ll be back with Walter soon, Sadie.”
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"Alright, I will happily remain here. See you soon," She closes her eyes to nap as Ben leaves the room.
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Door to his room brought nearly closed, he heads down the stairs and out the door. This time, his motorcycle ride is efficient and quick, speed creeping upwards as his focus turns to what awaits him back at the edge of the river.
With the assistance from Walter to manage all the other items, Benjiro wraps the metal objects that he had left hidden into the blanket they had used earlier and straps the bundle to his bike without a word about it. He excuses the dismissal of the items with redirection to his concern for Sadie. Upon the return to the house, the bundle is unloaded to a corner to be forgotten in the storage shed and he hurries to return upstairs to his room with Walter in tow.
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One thing Walter makes a point of asking about is how Ben's cut feels, and whether the exertion has strained the wrapping any.
With Sadie, though, there's a separate injury to be concerned about, and so there are different kinds of questions to ask.
"Feeling any different?" is one, with his voice still pitched low for Sadie's sake.
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"Welcome back Ben, hey Walter," She smiles and peaks her hand out enough to give them both a little wave, "I'm feeling a lot better thanks, the nap definitely helped."
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Entering his bedroom, Benjiro closes the door behind Walter and follows over to the bed. That Sadie is making no effort to move says enough, and Benjiro finds a spot to sit on the very edge of the bed in front of her hips. He reaches into the quilt to chase the hand that was used to wave, and gently clasps it, “That’s good... Everything has been cleaned up, so you only need to rest.” They left no obvious evidence save for his footprints in and out of the water, all of which will wash away.
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"If you do need to move for anything, just let us know."
He stays on the same side of the bed Ben does, so Sadie does not have to crane her neck to look between them.
His face falls as he considers that has been mostly unaddressed thus far.
"Should we talk more about the Echoes, here?"