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saveourearth2018-09-22 09:21 am
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2018-09-22 09:21 am
Grandma's less pleasant memorabilia [mingle]
Date: 24-27th of September
Characters: Everyone!
A few weeks ago, they started building at the very end of the High Street. They're tearing down one of those ugly houses that were built after the war to replace all the buildings that had been destroyed in air raids, which Mossgate, being a coastal town with a significant harbour at the time, saw a lot of.
It's not an exciting rebuild in itself - Premier Inn is building a hotel to have a foot in Mossgate's reviving tourist industry. It is, however, kind of exciting to see new buildings, as there hasn't be much building activity on the High Street since the recession hit.
Or, well, it certainly causes some excitement. Because one of the typical hazards of building foundations in this area strikes: You tend to either hit Roman ruins, in which case you need to let the archaeologists have a go at it before you can continue - highly annoying for the builder. Or you hit a WW2 bomb, which needs to be defused and removed before you can continue - highly annoying for everyone who lives, works or shops nearby.
In other words, around 11am of the 24th, anyone within a certain distance of the bomb will be evacuated indeterminately while the experts come in and have a look at the bomb. So far, so annoying. The constables say that it shouldn't last longer than two days.
Due to the location and size of the bomb, the area of evacuation includes shops, a part of residential suburban Mossgate, a school, a senior residence and the town museum.
People who live nearby have to evacuate their houses and either stay with friends or relatives or bunk up in a hotel or emergency shelter in one of the local school's gyms.
Shops have to shut down and leave their goods in the hands of their security systems and the local police force.
A call for volunteers goes out to help evacuate the residents of the senior residence, as there isn't enough staff to evacuate all of them quickly enough.
Bus lines get rerouted.
Constables are pulled in from other locations and volunteers activated to send people away from the dangerous area, and tape goes up. Interested Bystanders [tm] gather and have to be argued with to make way for evacuees and professionals. Some local press gathers. Car drivers who just need to go through real quick, there's no reason to be like that Constable, don't you know who I am need to be sent away.
The excitement dies down some on the following days, though the evacuation lasts.
On the 25th, the Super announces that according to the experts the bomb should be in a state to defuse it and take it away safely.
On the morning of the 26th, a second announcement follows: No, it seems that the fuse and the bomb is too corroded to be defused, and that a controlled explosion will have to be undertaken.
Straw and other materials are brought in to pad the bomb and thus protect the neighbourhood from the detonation, other precautions are taken and preparations made, and on the 27th a controlled detonation removes the danger. But as detonated explosions go, they are still explosions, and the shock wave damages a wall of the next house, which holds McDonalds, while some of the straw catches on fire and is taken up by the sea breeze to set a roof two houses over on fire, which is the town museum. The fire department is present and quickly takes care of it, but the damage is still done.
After that, everyone is allowed to return to their houses, schools, shops, and so on.
Characters: Everyone!
A few weeks ago, they started building at the very end of the High Street. They're tearing down one of those ugly houses that were built after the war to replace all the buildings that had been destroyed in air raids, which Mossgate, being a coastal town with a significant harbour at the time, saw a lot of.
It's not an exciting rebuild in itself - Premier Inn is building a hotel to have a foot in Mossgate's reviving tourist industry. It is, however, kind of exciting to see new buildings, as there hasn't be much building activity on the High Street since the recession hit.
Or, well, it certainly causes some excitement. Because one of the typical hazards of building foundations in this area strikes: You tend to either hit Roman ruins, in which case you need to let the archaeologists have a go at it before you can continue - highly annoying for the builder. Or you hit a WW2 bomb, which needs to be defused and removed before you can continue - highly annoying for everyone who lives, works or shops nearby.
In other words, around 11am of the 24th, anyone within a certain distance of the bomb will be evacuated indeterminately while the experts come in and have a look at the bomb. So far, so annoying. The constables say that it shouldn't last longer than two days.
Due to the location and size of the bomb, the area of evacuation includes shops, a part of residential suburban Mossgate, a school, a senior residence and the town museum.
People who live nearby have to evacuate their houses and either stay with friends or relatives or bunk up in a hotel or emergency shelter in one of the local school's gyms.
Shops have to shut down and leave their goods in the hands of their security systems and the local police force.
A call for volunteers goes out to help evacuate the residents of the senior residence, as there isn't enough staff to evacuate all of them quickly enough.
Bus lines get rerouted.
Constables are pulled in from other locations and volunteers activated to send people away from the dangerous area, and tape goes up. Interested Bystanders [tm] gather and have to be argued with to make way for evacuees and professionals. Some local press gathers. Car drivers who just need to go through real quick, there's no reason to be like that Constable, don't you know who I am need to be sent away.
The excitement dies down some on the following days, though the evacuation lasts.
On the 25th, the Super announces that according to the experts the bomb should be in a state to defuse it and take it away safely.
On the morning of the 26th, a second announcement follows: No, it seems that the fuse and the bomb is too corroded to be defused, and that a controlled explosion will have to be undertaken.
Straw and other materials are brought in to pad the bomb and thus protect the neighbourhood from the detonation, other precautions are taken and preparations made, and on the 27th a controlled detonation removes the danger. But as detonated explosions go, they are still explosions, and the shock wave damages a wall of the next house, which holds McDonalds, while some of the straw catches on fire and is taken up by the sea breeze to set a roof two houses over on fire, which is the town museum. The fire department is present and quickly takes care of it, but the damage is still done.
After that, everyone is allowed to return to their houses, schools, shops, and so on.
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He pointedly waits a few seconds before saying anything.
"... Is it safe to assume you didn't have a choice in this matter?"
He's trying to be charitable here
and ignore the 'buffer overflow' of all the related dog memories throughout his life searing back through his braingiven the current bomb evacuation chaos.no subject
It kind of falls flat because he's still a small fluffy fuzzball.
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His employers intimidate him a little. Possibly because of the rumors about their connections.
He nudges the door closed behind him with his foot, but keeps the leash well in-hand. They haven't even dog-proofed the flat yet, and if he let anything happen to Chad, something terrible might happen to him?
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Most of them aren't from as-cute sources, though.Walter sighs, and drops his arms.
"I know this isn't going to be permanent, but something about this strikes me as indefinite. Did you want to start the dog-proofing now, or should I?"
Because someone really should watch this dog At All Times.
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That would save him a little trouble in the short-term, if Walter knows how to do it well enough. If not, they're doomed for hilarious antics of running after the dog all Benny Hill, back and forth across the flat to prevent various doggy dooms.
Even with the best dog-proofing, they may still have a little of that.
Google is probably still Google, but I couldn't resist.
At least Chad shouldn't be able to smell those stencils anymore?
"Enough for this space, anyway."
He allows himself a small, sharp smile.
"There should be gates with little enough room for him to squeeze through, bare minimum."
He knows that's not the only thing to take care of, of course.
Google is indeed still Google!
Even if they are talking about methods that are just underestimating him in so many ways, it is seriously rude.
But he's going to use their distraction to wander about and sniff at things. With a bit of luck, he can get the lay of the whole flat before they have finished with their talk.
speaking of the lay of the flat, we should think about floor plans
"Oh, those doors for keeping him to specific rooms, but keeping doors open... I don't think I borrowed any of those?"
Russell pulls the bag on his shoulder around to where he can pick out dog supplies, and misses the feeling of the leash slipping from his hand. When out and about on walks, he's more careful about keeping leashes securely around his wrist... but inside a home environment, he's slacking a bit.
"I was thinking about, choking hazards on the floor, that kind of thing."
Eeeyup, that needs to be a thing. >.>
It's a warning, delivered as soon as Walter sees the leash slip - though he's not sure what Chad will do once the leash is free.
"And yeah, I know what you mean. Loose clothes, whether furniture's easily climbable, that sort. He can't open doors, can he?"
Because that... might be an issue within the next few seconds.
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Because he isn't big enough for it, and he's not stupid enough to use his superior intelligence and push around things or jump from furniture to be able to use doorhandles.
At the moment, he's just nosing around and probably vanishing in the closest low space.
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"Huh...? Hey!"
Vanishing in a low space would be a lot more effective without that leash trailing after him as a slithery clue to his whereabouts. It disappears with enough small pacing, but there's that lingering hint for a second or two after the dog disappears.
"Under there isn't a place for dogs," he tells the shadows behind the couch. "It's not terrible... Unless... Have we dropped any food back here?"
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"I've vacuumed," Walter replies, moving down across from Russell to look underneath as well, "recently. Unless he tries to eat the couch or floor there shouldn't be anything to bite."
A few stubborn stains, though.