video; after the move

[lemontree]

[ Well, this is certainly a change. The sun is a welcome sight, after so long... though, it's unforgiving, scorching. Familiar.

That may be why Dany is dressed differently than normal, addressing the network with a quiet sort of resolve. ]

I have not met many of you, but I hope that you all avoided as much of the suffering from the Null as possible. I know it hasn't been easy, not for anyone.

[ And, judging by the weather, it'll only get more difficult. ]

I am Daenerys. I am Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and this new land is not unfamiliar to me. I have never been here, but I have spent much of my time in these past few years, before Hadriel, in a similar place. Whether in the lands of the Dothraki or in the unforgiving Red Waste, I have endured, and that is why I want to help.

[ Girl knows her deserts. Dany draws herself up, working toward a presentation with as much credibility as possible. ]

I intend to travel and to explore the area. If there are any others who would join me, then I welcome the company... and, frankly, the protection. Despite my practice, I am not a warrior by any means. [ Ahem. ] Until our party leaves, I am available to aid those who are struggling with the climate. Please, call on me and I will be there.

[ There's a pause, and a tiny smile as she dips her chin. ]

Be well.

∞2. [video]

[whip_poor_will]

[While most people of the city are either worst for wear or worse, Ravine presents herself not much different than usual for those who have seen her. In fact, with the shining glint of her sunglass lens and the quirk of her mouth, she seems rather chipper in spite of everything. As such, she graces the network with a pleasant mien.

[If you ignore the tendrils of black smoke emitting from her, almost like moving hair. Nearly having her entire being ripped apart and destroyed has its side effects]

"New sights and several days cooped up inside an eye--" [yes, you heard that right] "--seems to have a way of encouraging a sort of wanderlust in me. I have a curiosity if others feel the same and, if so, would be interested in scouting with me for an extended distance in a few days.

"Of course, it could take a while, and I cannot promise what we would find. I do not fight -- but then, I have no need of food, drink, or sleep... and I am already dead."

[She doesn't give much pause to let that one sink in, either.]

"I'm aware that there are others who share similar 'conditions' that I do. Those would be the most ideal traveling companions. Again, I cannot guarantee your safety, and moreover a lack of food and water could prove a problem. So I ask of those who require none of such things to accompany me.

"...Or not. I've no preference, save for the fact that the trip would be significantly more boring alone."

008 [Video]

[lifetothefullest]

[So the fighting may be over, but that doesn't mean everything is going to be immediately fine. Finally having the time to really think about everything that's happened, and for everything to sink in, is going to make the next few days and weeks just as much of a challenge for some here as the last have been, if not more so.

But that is, hopefully, something he can help with, if at least a little. And there are new arrivals as well, who not only had to deal with the end of the invasion but also everything that goes along with suddenly finding themselves in an entirely new world, not to mention the sudden setting change too.

So he's trying to look as composed and calm as possible, which is a bit of a struggle since--like pretty much everyone else--he's exhausted and didn't get out of the whole ordeal with the Null entirely unscathed. Compared to some people he definitely fared better, but there's still a pretty obvious bruise across his cheekbone and around his eye; it's not too serious, but the main problem is that it's also not very helpful in looking as professional and put together as he's trying to appear.

Still, he's doing his best, and he lifts his chin a little and takes a deep breath before speaking.]

If anyone is injured, or just in need of somewhere safe to rest, the hot springs and the fire station are both serving as temporary locations for the clinic. Additionally, considering the seriousness and extent of everything that's happened in the last few weeks as well as the arrival of new people, it's worth reiterating that I'm a psychologist and so if anyone wants to talk, whether about recent events or otherwise, I'm available to meet.

[A short pause.]

I'm... Not exactly sure where, since my office doesn't exist anymore, and I probably should've thought about this before making this announcement...

[That would've been good planning, if he weren't so tired and scattered, but okay, refocus--]

But that can be decided on an individual basis. Additionally, if you'd like to respond privately, you can do so.

[And he includes a brief explanation of how to make a conversation private. With all of that out of the way, he'll put a filter on the post himself and add another message.]

[Private to friends and coworkers]

I hope you're all okay, and... If anyone who wants to let me know for sure that they are, that would be great.

[He's worried about everyone. :c]


[[ooc: Anyone on the Clinic staff list or who has positive CR will be included in this filter; feel free to assume your character's included if they and Lance know each other and are on good terms!]]

eleventh. text. (i just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times.)

[torrefied]

[Mello's getting a little tired of making these announcements, truth be told. And sure, maybe they've technically got more pressing matters at the moment, but Chris was here a long time, and he had many friends - of which Mello was one, believe it or not. The rest of them should probably know what happened sooner rather than later. That's what Mello would want, anyway.]

Chris is gone.

I'm looking after his wolf.

video;

[hotspurred]

[Henry stands in armour, ever a proud knight. Yet this time his armour is stripped back to just his layers of mail over which he wears the blue sash of the Guard, a concession to the heat here above ground. While bearing a number of visible bruises and cuts, he otherwise seems hale. Yet his eyes are dark. He stands next to a shorter woman, but in a clear break from tradition, this time it's definitely not Maketh.

If it isn't clear enough that Kate is not Maketh, it's the fact that, despite standing straight backed and with her hair (long past the stage of having even the faintest hint of pink in it, all bleach blonde with steadily growing dark roots) pulled back into a bun atop her head, she looks rather like she'd prefer not to be hosting this on video. Which shouldn't surprise anyone who's been here long enough; her posts tend to be nothing more than text or audio. Suffice to say that the knight won the rock paper scissors match.]

We have survived with our hopes for a future yet intact. Though hard-fought, and at no small cost, I yet name that a victory. But let us not celebrate yet.

[Henry's voice changes; his next words come slower, and sharper. His pitch drops, and a trace of melancholy runs through both his tone and his expression.]

It grieves me to make it known that Maketh no longer numbers among us in Hadriel.

[It's only a small, momentary glimpse of the grief he feels at her loss. But he only means to get that knowledge out there rather than talk of it, so his expression quickly shutters as he returns to his previous composure. It gets him the briefest of sidelong glances from Kate, but other than the brief purse of her lips, she doesn't seem to react.]

There is more I would say. Henceforth, consider Nick Valentine my fellow commander of the Guard. Those who feel they cannot approach me may turn to him; it shall achieve the same end.

I ask that every guardsmen report in to inform me of their current state. I must know which of you are in need of respite, and who is available for duty. I have much work for those who are able.

[As he says that, he sets a hand on his hip and cocks his head at Kate.]

Kate stands next to me for good reason. Both the Clinic and Guard headquarters were destroyed in the Null's assault. We have decided to rebuild them side by side. As such, I expect all guardsmen who nurse no injuries to aid the the construction of both.

[It's at this point that Kate actually says something, clearing her throat before she speaks.]

Be built near the colosseum, like before. Anyone who wants to assist us is free to. We need both construction and supplies. Be posting a list of supplies the clinic needs when we begin construction.

[There's a beat of silence as Henry waits to see if Kate wants to say anything more than that, but when it's clear she's done, he simply nods once, decisively.]

I intend for the Guard to see a small number of watchtowers made and manned in addition to our usual patrols. Rest assured that you shall hear from us again soon.