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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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Explanation provided that adheres to fact instead of fiction, Benjiro takes a slow, deeper breath to sigh out and let go of his irritation at the gossip. He’s too tired for such nonsense. Her question is a good one, and his response is calm, “In all likelihood, I’ll be watched by my teachers and peers for a while. It’ll make getting lunch hard, and some people might avoid me, but I won’t be alone. And I won’t be behind in my classwork if I can catch up this week and during the weekend, so my grades should stay intact.”
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She thinks that the worry about grades is a bit pointless, but then Ben is old and he's getting to an age where they're important, she guesses. ...Hopefully she won't get there any time soon. "You think they'll give you trouble again?"
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Grades have always been a standard against which he was judged at home, so keeping them pristine is paramount, no matter how much he’d rather sleep. That is a manageable hurdle however, especially compared to the far more specific question she poses next. Benjiro is quiet as he contemplates what he has been reluctant to think about, his heart rate creeping upward at the thought of possibly being attacked a second time. He still sees everything clearly in his mind from just a matter of days ago... Shoving logic into the analysis, he lacks full confidence when he answers after a matter of seconds, “...I would be surprised if they didn’t somehow, but, they would probably be expelled if they tried anything physical again.” The probability of a second beating is low at school, but not negligible.
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He's not napping, anyway." Which is why she would be in the library. They have a quite comfy couch.
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Laying on his side makes conversation a little awkward, and now fully awake, he turns to the task of sitting upright. Pushing through his hand against the mattress to raise his shoulders with his back held stiff, he adds a push with his lower elbow to get partway up, then extends that same elbow to move higher. Nearly there, he has to use his trunk muscles to finish the transition, and holds his breath as he does so. Allowing himself to slouch uncharacteristically, he takes a few deeper breaths to improve the pallor of his skin around the bruises.
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"...Do you need help?" She tenses, ready to move over and offer what help she can give him with moving.
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Benjiro shakes his head and raises an open hand to signal for her to relax, “No…no, I’m okay. I just need a minute to get my bearings… Coming up from laying down is the hardest part.” Once he manages to sit up or even stand, he has no real trouble getting around.
Waiting for the lightheaded sensation to fade, he asks, “Have you raided the kitchen yet?”
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Breath held, the teen pushes through both his legs to stand straight up. He feels the lightheadedness return in an encore, however, it is far less intense and shorter in duration. With one hand, he’ll motion to Kitty to go ahead and lead the way as it subsides quickly.
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She's not fussing, but if he falls over or looks like he's about to do so, she wants to know in time to do something about it.