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saveourearth2019-02-24 04:24 pm
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2019-02-24 04:24 pm
Thanks, Sadie [Mingle]
Date: 24th of February
Characters: OPEN!
After the earthquake on the 19th of January, the ground had been quiet. Or that was at least what everyone assumed; those who went to the meeting and listened to Walter speak might know that that was not exactly the case. Starting on the 9th of February, the earth had started to be shaken by the tiniest of tremors again, too small to be noticed by the everyday citizen, but not too small to escape seismic readers. Not that the public was told about this; why cause a panic? Things were strange enough these days in Mossgate Council.
Then, around 5am on the 24th, there is the most gentle shaking of the earth, only just strong enough to shake the leaves of some room plants, but noticeable. No damage is caused this time. At least not by the earthquake.
Because shortly after, a wave rolls towards the coastline of Mossgate. And not just any wave. It's a small tsunami wave, measuring about 1 metre at the top when it hits the shore and pressing up into the mouth of the river to reach a maximum height of 1.3m before it ebbs away.
The damage this time is substantial. Cars have been flushed into others, storefronts are shattered, the ground floors or many houses flooded and gardens torn apart. Some of the boats from the harbour sit somewhere inside the town now, and a ferry has crashed into the harbour office. By virtue of the very early hour and massive luck, there are barely any casualties - no more than one would expect from a major storm or flooding.
But Mossgate and Tarwich are in shock, and the descending media certainly don't help.
And every single Numbered in the echo boundary has received a plot echo, granted about a few minutes before the wave hit the shore.
Characters: OPEN!
After the earthquake on the 19th of January, the ground had been quiet. Or that was at least what everyone assumed; those who went to the meeting and listened to Walter speak might know that that was not exactly the case. Starting on the 9th of February, the earth had started to be shaken by the tiniest of tremors again, too small to be noticed by the everyday citizen, but not too small to escape seismic readers. Not that the public was told about this; why cause a panic? Things were strange enough these days in Mossgate Council.
Then, around 5am on the 24th, there is the most gentle shaking of the earth, only just strong enough to shake the leaves of some room plants, but noticeable. No damage is caused this time. At least not by the earthquake.
Because shortly after, a wave rolls towards the coastline of Mossgate. And not just any wave. It's a small tsunami wave, measuring about 1 metre at the top when it hits the shore and pressing up into the mouth of the river to reach a maximum height of 1.3m before it ebbs away.
The damage this time is substantial. Cars have been flushed into others, storefronts are shattered, the ground floors or many houses flooded and gardens torn apart. Some of the boats from the harbour sit somewhere inside the town now, and a ferry has crashed into the harbour office. By virtue of the very early hour and massive luck, there are barely any casualties - no more than one would expect from a major storm or flooding.
But Mossgate and Tarwich are in shock, and the descending media certainly don't help.
And every single Numbered in the echo boundary has received a plot echo, granted about a few minutes before the wave hit the shore.
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The voice is familiar, but not old enough for him to connect to the "old man" on the network... but once he's close enough, the smell sure does remind him of a certain little dog. One of Chad's owners? Maybe that's where Chad gets his yelling tendencies from.
"Hey. Hey, calm down," he says, to start with.
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He paces, never quite stopping even as he roughly stays in place to talk to this person who seems vaguely familiar.
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He runs for a bit and then when he reaches the end of the block turns around to see how the strange-smelling human is holding up.
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.............Actually no, what he's going to is back and circle around Sam all high and mighty, look I'm faster than you, before running ahead again. At least Sam is definitely not going to lose him like this?
It's at least not a long distance before they can see the ferry harbour. Where, indeed, a boat is stuck on a house. Or at least slammed into it, and is now stuck on the area that is normally a car parking area like a stranded whale.
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Maybe the naked young man looks adult-ish... but he's not acting like it, so he gets called kid.
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That makes Sam pause. Chad. Isn't that...? "You aren't normally a dog, are you?" he asks warily. Really, the kid is acting weird enough that the question might not even seem that out of place.
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"You look a lot like a human, right now, Chad." Which means... yeah. This is that Chad. Who usually sounds a lot older than this, and is actually a dog. Sam has to actually expend some effort to keep his tone casual and expression deadpan, for once, because this is weird. "Walking on two feet, not enough fur, talking out loud like a human, that sort of thing."
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Wait.
WAIT.
He stops and stares at Sam.
"What." That's just absurd. Maybe not that Sam understands him so much, because who knows, there could be a thousand reasons between numbers and everything, but...
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But he automatically follows Sam's pointing with his eyes, and... what
what.
He just... stands there and stares himself down.
For the moment, even the ship and how terrible everything is where his humans are is forgotten.
Because.
WHAT.
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How does somebody not notice that about themselves? Maybe he still has a dog brain. "Yeah, pretty weird, right?" he says, mostly deadpan. He does give Chad's shoulder a little half-affectionate shake. "We'll figure out how to get you back. I've got a memory thing where I changed shape, it might feel somethin' like that."
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His family! His family is still stuck in a boat on the land!
"The boat!" Priorities. Strange and frightening as this is, he came for a reason. "The boat!" And he starts walking into the direction of the harbour again.
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