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[ Curufin stands on the frozen surface of the lake in front of a small wooden shed the size of your average ice-fishing shack. The door is open, and through it you can see a three-foot-wide hole in the ice with water and slush oozing out. It is easily large enough to dip a bucket in, maybe a washtub, too. There is a shelf built into the back wall which holds pails, plastic bottles, and other useful containers that he and helpers found in the shops. ]

I've got a couple of announcements. The Fire Brigade and the Elfhouse have collaborated along with some of our other friends on three projects to provide some useful supplies:

1) I've chopped a hole in the ice here, near the north bank of the lake. There's WATER available for anybody who wants to come down here and get it. If you come down through the city center past the Sewing Shop and head straight for the lakeshore, you can't miss the kiosk. You'll see it sitting on the ice, not too far from shore. We're going to come down every day and make sure the hole doesn't freeze over, so water will always be available. If you're having a hard time with the weather or are not physically able to tote heavy buckets or containers, let one of us know, and we'll fetch the water to you wherever you live.

2) WOOD for fuel purposes. Heat your house or cook with it. My brother Maglor and I and the Firefighters ripped up the planking of the piers before the gods moved us here. We dried it out and stacked it in several places for distribution: the currently empty units in Delight's Housing; the Firehouse; and in my forge shack. Let us know if you want some of this lumber for fuel or building, and somebody will meet you and help you carry it home. We also burned some of it to make charcoal, which is easy to use for cooking purposes, and that we put into sacks to hand out. My boat is drawn up on the shore of what was South Island a few days ago, and I'll offer it as fuel, as a last resort. Otherwise, I'm saving it for building purposes.

3) FISH for tasty, nourishing food! The Elves and Sansa Stark worked hard for a week preparing my last few boatloads of fish from before the move. Two fish products are therefore available. We salted and dried some of it, which you can pop in a pot of boiling water and make soup of. The rest we smoked, so it's cooked and you can therefore eat it as is. Come and get it at Delight's Housing #06. We'd also be happy to offer some of this cache to anybody who wants to help distribute it -- the Bakery? The Speakeasy? Anybody who'd be interested.

[OOC: And anybody who wants to say their character helped with any of these projects can let me know at

tangyminx and I'll edit your character into this post. Also, any character in the aforementioned list of collaborators can respond to those who comment here, if they feel like it.]

redwinekindofgirl

So, uh, hey everyone. Julie here. [Wave!]

It looks like, um... Serah's gone, if you knew her, so that's something. But-- [She takes a breath, seemingly steeling herself against the news she just gave out. Serah was - is - her friend, and she'll miss her.]

But before she went, we were talking to Tranquility about planting some trees outside his temple. Looks like that's not the only place that could use it though, right? [The smile that comes to her face is small and crooked, a little awkward. She hadn't been to the other islands in a while, but when she did... People have been busy.]

I did some farming back home, but I don't think I can plant a whole forest by myself. Soooo... anyone want to start a project? Bet there's people here who can make seeds sprout by magic, right?

so_dark_a_road

[ On the south shore of North Island, Ignis Scientia and Curufin Fëanorion stand in front of a stack of boards. The construction of the North Island pier has commenced. It will be a low, narrow, and simple structure, but solidly built. Shovels, picks, hand-crank drills, and sledgehammers are leaned against the embankment, where it is obvious that some earth-moving is already taking place in order to accommodate the structure as it goes up. The logs that will stand upright to uphold the walkway are already cut and shaped and are ready to be driven into the muck at the bottom of the water. Saws, hammers, pliers, and other tools are stacked neatly in their bins near the lumber, and cans of nails and fasteners. Gleams of sunlight break through the clouds occasionally, although a faint mist lies on the water, and the breeze is slight. It's a great day to work, not too hot and not too cold. ]

Welcome to our humble construction site! We intend to make life easier for anybody who uses a boat. Now you won't have to moor offshore and wade to get to the beach, just tie up at the pier and stroll along the walkway. When we're finished here, we'll move on to the other islands and do the same, so that everybody has a place to dock. We have some highly skilled people lined up to work with us already, but everybody who can dig or wield a hammer is welcome. We'll find you something meaningful to do!

[ They also won't mind if you show up just to cheer them on or serve the food. There are some tables with sandwiches and drinks, but the workers won't object if you bring more. ]

[ OOC: Ignis or Curufin or both will respond, and of course feel free to mingle! ]

[ And the post title is a quote that I mangled, from Criss Jami's Killosophy. ]

so_dark_a_road

[ Curufin and Margaery Tyrell set sail from the bay of North Island, the same day as he puts the finishing touches on the boat. It is clinker-built (also called lapstrake), which makes the hull flexible, good for sailing turbulent waters. It has a single square-sail (sewn by Margaery), though it also has rowlocks and oars, in the unlikely event of the winds dying. It looks something like this.

It can be crewed by two people, but more would be nice! Give Margaery and Curufin a holler if you want them to come pick you up! Either because you want to come along for the ride and learn something about sailing, or because you need to be ferried to a different island than the one you're on. They'll take you wherever you want to go. Also, call if you want something picked up and delivered to you, or if you just want the sailors to come and visit you. ]

Hello, Hadriel! The ferry's in service.

[ OOC: Either or both Margaery or Curufin will answer! But you can also request one or the other. ]

dedikated

text; locked to clinic staff.
Locations. Each island's going to need a clinic location on it. Pick a base. If necessary, talk to the guardspeople there and work something out. Looking into moving supplies now. Teleporting volunteers welcome.

video; public.
( It's been a while, not only since Kate's addressed the city by video, but since the city's seen her in full, vibrant pink haired glory. God, she misses paying for hair dye with money like a normal person. God favours are a pain. But that did happen, and her hair returned to its customary hue sometime before everyone's limbs got chopped off or their senses disappeared.

(Hey, Fear - 🖕)

But she appears calm, collected, and just a smidgen over this city divided in four nonsense when she speaks. )

First things first - Clinic's on the island with the Colosseum. Supplies are alright. Gonna get transported to other islands soon as possible. Anyone who can heal or do first aid who isn't part of the clinic let us know your location if anyone needs help.

( But most importantly: ) Don't be stupid. Our assistance is limited for now.

( Kate out. )

so_dark_a_road

[ Curufin is standing at the eastern edge of the Orchard, whose branches are green-leaved and some heavy with fruit. One of the firetrucks is parked behind him. Nearby are tables stacked with baskets and boxes, for the collection of fruit, plus vegetables, herbs and other edible plants that are growing in gardens amongst the trees. Another table is covered with dishes of food and glasses of wine and other beverages, refreshments for the workers. (This post is backdated to May 21.) ]

A few days ago Dr. Sweets was talking to the community about organizing supplies for the upcoming relocation to another planet. Various efforts are now underway.

At the moment, we are harvesting the Orchard for anything that can be stored or cached, in case the trees are damaged in the move or the new planet's climate is cold or hot enough to kill off the trees and plants.

The Fire Brigade is volunteering a fire engine to be a transport vehicle for whatever we collect today and in the next few days. We need to get the produce to locations where it can be stored safely.

And for that, we need some locations! Would anybody like to volunteer or suggest some?

We could use some more help with the picking, too! Everybody welcome! We have food and drink for you -- harvesting is thirsty work, and hungry work.

I understand that some of you have gardens here in the Orchard. We won't touch your plants without your permission. Just let us know. If you are donating your produce, we'll help pick it, if you like.

kingforboth

[Kelson looks miserable, he's depressed and whiny on good days, and with Sorrow's resurrection everything he's tried to hold back is overflowing again. His eyes bright with tears, Kelson's struggling not to shed. His crown is lying somewhere, it’s certainly not on his head right now, his black hair undone from it’s normal braid.]

God help me why wasn’t I paying attention? If I was really in control and really a king I would have noticed. I should have been able to prevent it all. But I didn’t. Why hadn’t I been more careful with Llewell? I didn’t think he’d hurt his own sister. I didn’t notice until she gasped and by then he’d already killed her. ( cut for massive amounts of whining and CW's )

bythewaves

There's a creature here who killed my friend, and injured my brother. I don't know what it calls itself, but my friend describes a woman with eyes as black as pitch.

[ His eyes are far too bright to be human, a feral fire lit behind them ]

Have a care for yourselves, for it has, apparently, killed at least once and tried to do so more than that.

[ And then almost absently ]

Findekano, my king, I ask your blessing on my hunt.

[ And you know, permission to torture and play with his prey but he won't say that aloud ]

swiftlet

[Swift is avoiding video this time for a good reason, though it's not that hard to figure out how he's feeling from just his voice. He is obviously not happy and his voice is low and quiet and rather tightly controlled.]

Some assistance, please, if you would. It seems I've been locked into my room and I'd rather not jump out the window if I can help it.

[He pauses for a moment there, silent.]

Seel is gone, which is for the best for now. At least you won't have to fight him to get in. I'm not sure if he left the front door unlocked either, though I doubt it. Do what you have to, I suppose. Although I'm sure there are more than a few of you who would be happy to just leave me here.

[He probably shouldn't have said that, but he's irritated.]

Regardless, I would be grateful. I'll find some way to repay you once I can see more than the walls.

utulien_aure

Private to Elfhouse residents + Anakin

Check in, all of you. And Curvo, Kano, you should come home.

[A pause, then] There's something wrong with Maitimo.

stonebird

(The change in weather has been difficult on everyone and everything. Sansa has her abundant hair tied back and she is wearing a much lighter dress than usual.)

I have food for you. Don't be frightened. (She rattles a bowl - gently, not obnoxiously - hoping to entice a rather emaciated dog.) If you need water, we have enough to spare for you.

(The poor thing isn't big enough to need much of anything to eat or drink.)

Does anyone have any suggestions on how I might get him inside for a good meal and a bath?

handofsilver

(If anyone saw him around his Forge in the caverns, they will recognize that Celebrimbor, unlike his Elven family, has no trouble walking about half-clad. His muscles are what one might expect of someone who does hard labor - and, now, the suns are giving him a decent tan.

He lifts a large container onto a shelf in one of the temples - it's one of the best places for it, he presumes. Water sloshes about within said container, giving away its contents.)

I'm gathering water. Tainted or not, we will need it for our most basic of needs soon enough. I encourage everyone to find water-tight containers and take what you can find.

(He wipes his brow and grimaces.)

We can go without food much longer than water. We have been through too much to lose one another.

bythewaves

[ It's early morning, just past false dawn, the light filtering though the mists of the hot springs and casting the whole place into a dreamy golden light, even as the sky above starts to brighten from indigo through to blue.

A voice winds through the mist, sweet and low, so much a part of the view that it might not even be recognised as a voice, at first.

Grief, it sings, Sorrow and loss, low and mourning the souls of those who fell. But also Hope, it sings, New beginnings.

It catches at the hearts of those who listen, it is tears in the night, it is the empty space someone beloved once filled.

It is alright to weep, it says. But see! The night is over.

It is a warm hug, the hand on the shoulder, the support of friends and family, the strength to carry on. ]

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

[ Maglor is sitting by the edge of one of the pools, as the sun burns off the mist ]

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.

paragonbrosca

[The video feed activates, revealing a disheveled but still upright Aren, Barkspawn peering over her shoulder. Where they are isn't identifiable, except that she's sitting with her back against a wall.]

So, we've heard plenty of amazing pep-talks. I'm not here to be redundant. I just want to say a couple of things, that's all.

First off: Don't be a dumbass and fight past your limit. If you have the chance to rest up and heal, for fuck's sake, take it. If you're around and need backup, let me know. Yeah, I know those nug-humpers are watching us, but at this point it's not about stealth, is it? Barkspawn and I are pretty damn fast on our feet when we need to be. [Barkspawn huffs, looking smug.]

Second, I don't know about you but I like to party as hard has I fight. I said it before to just one person but now I'm saying it to everyone else; once we're done with these assholes, I say we grab a keg and have a hang-out at the hot springs. I'm not going into details before they're all accounted for, but, you know. It's something to keep in mind.

elegant_and_proud

[Rest is important. Although Ikaruga has been doing more than her fair share in the battle against the Null and in protecting Hope, she's remembering to pace herself. The only times she's left Hope's temple have been to eat, get water, and to find a defended spot to catch some rest.

At the moment, though, she has a few words to share. Words that she hopes will give people the strength they need to endure long enough to wipe out all of the Null here.]

Amidst all of the fighting, I had a moment of clarity. Not only are our present circumstances the fault of the Null, but it is their fault that we were brought here in the first place.

[There's a quiet pause, and the sound of a cup being set down a moment later.]

They once lived in harmony with the gods and the previous hosts. Then they wiped out all of the previous hosts and nearly all of the gods because they were absolutely terrified of feeling emotion. Starving and desperate, the remaining gods used the Door and brought us here. Ultimately, every hardship we have faced here can be traced back to them in the end.

[The gods aren't blameless, but it's important right now to highlight the Null's involvement in all of this, when people are becoming exhausted. She wants them to draw strength from their anger.]

Take every shred of anger you have ever felt toward the gods and channel it against the Null. Let them learn what it means to face the full force of our collective wrath. Give them hell.

[There's a sound of a sword being unsheathed before she cuts the feed.]

handofsilver

(He is deep within one of the adjoining caverns, holding a lamp aloft. It's totally understandable if you have never seen anything quite like it. He is a crafty Elf.)

No one seems to have a thirst for mining ore. Is it an uncommon practice in other worlds?

(He sets down the lamp and lifts up a pick-axe, bringing it against the rock wall in a precise manner. The stone gives away, cracking and revealing something that...shimmers...underneath. He runs his hand over it, curious.)

Some call this a hellish land - and perhaps that is so - but we are within this planet's womb. I should like to see what treasures can be unveiled.

so_dark_a_road

I've been informed as to the demented deal you made with one who would protect me. But your pathetic little extortion attempt FAILED.

I'm still defying you. In fact, I'm ACTIVELY WORKING AGAINST YOU. I will protect anybody on the list, with my very life, and I am helping to organize along with others who feel the same and will do the same.

So you can put me right back on your kill list, thank you very much!

bythewaves

"A friend told me to be wary of my life." Maglor's voice is almost merry. But there's a ring to it, an edge that draws attention.

"Slain ye shall be they warned us and we were, oh we were. O my brothers, my cousins, my bright kin! Three Ages of the world and all those I loved died around me and yet I am still here."

Maglor throws out his hands and laughs, his eyes burning silver bright and fey and his voice with a shine to it like the polished edge of a blade.

"Three Ages we stood against our Enemy and all he could throw at us, and paid in blood for every inch we held against him. But we held! Dragonfire and Balrogs and betrayal of kin and ally, but he is defeated and I remain. And now you would name me enemy? Come then and let us see if you can do what the Enemy of the World could not! But."

And his voice drops to a low croon, darkly caressing, promise in every word.

"Anyone who touches my family dies."

so_dark_a_road

[ Curufin's face appears for a few moments in the frame. He grins. ]

Welcome to the Hadriel Fire Brigade and City Guard joint training exercises! This will be the first event of its kind, and we expect to have more them in the future. All are welcome! -- Brigade members, Guard members, and any Hadriel citizen who is interested in joining the Brigade. But you don't have to promise to join in order to take part. You are welcome if you are merely considering it, or simply interested in learning more about how to deal with a fire. You may also ask questions via the network, if you are not able to make it to this event but want to talk to somebody about the Fire Brigade and its functions.

[ He starts panning his phone camera around to show all the activities that are taking place along the north shore of the reservoir and nearby. ]

As you can see, we have built two fire engines, and we are giving the participants a chance to learn how to handle them. The first is a ladder truck and the second is a tanker truck.

[ The ladder truck is tearing around the curves of the nearest road, it's driver and riders whooping and screeching with glee. You can hear them all the way to the spot where Curufin is standing. ]

As you can see, the tanker truck is parked and we are practicing putting out a fire.

[ The tanker truck is parked beside a large wooden shack that the participants put up last week, and have now set on fire. Glowing orange and yellow flames sweep upwards from its roof. Unlike modern fire engines, this one contains its own water tank, since the firefighters do not (yet) have access to the city's water mains. The firefighters have already attached the hoses to the tank and opened up the valves and are trying to douse the flames. ]

And over there, we're running some practice scenarios that involve rescuing people from a burning building.

[ The view shifts to the disused, unoccupied spire next to Spire Two. People are running multiple flights of stairs, huffing and panting, with laughter and curses. They then descend, lugging the rescued "victims," carrying them on their shoulders. A group of people outside are waiting their turn to run up multiple flights of stairs to rescue either an actual person who has volunteered to be the rescuee or. . . a store dummy. They have a number of these doll-like objects on the lawn, and people have to carry them back up again periodically, as they run out of them upstairs in the spire. Good exercise for your calf muscles, that's for sure! -- whether you're carrying the dummy or one of your actual buddies. ]

And over there, we have a little tailoring operation set up. We're all going to need protective gear, including fire-resistant clothing, and there is a logbook for you all to put your names, sizes and measurements down. Somebody will be there to help you take your measurements if you don't know them.

[ Shot of a table with book, pencils and pens, tape measure, and cheerful helper. ]

And last but not least, here's our pumping station on the riverbank, where we get the water to fill the tanker truck's tank. There, also, is the building we are currently using to house the fire engines, and in which we are also building a second tanker trunk.

[ View of the waterworks building on the edge of the reservoir. You can't see the machinery inside, but you can see an open bay on the side away from the river, where the firefighters must park the tanker truck and screw the hoses into the apparatus inside and activate the pumping mechanism in order to draw up water from the reservoir and fill the truck tank. The second tanker truck, which is still being built, is parked outside of the firehouse. Around it are scattered tools and equipment, and people are working on it.]

And here's everybody's favorite activity -- the lunch table! As I said, everybody's welcome, including those who are just looking for a square meal at the moment.

[ View of the buffet table, which is really loaded. On it is also a stack of brochures with a description of the Fire Brigade and how to sign up. Somebody who can answer questions will be there as well. ]

If you're here in person, have fun and don't break a leg! But if you do, the first aid station is over there. [ Pan to another area by the water, where a table with first aid supplies is found, and somebody who can help. ]

If you just want to make inquiries or comments by phone, that's okay, too. I or another firefighter will reply.

Enjoy, everybody! And learn something new.

[ OOC: Feel free to post your character into any of these scenarios, or make up one of your own. Put something in the subject line to indicate which scenario it is. Examples: driving the firetruck, putting out fires, rescue operations, protective clothing tailoring, pumping station & machinery maintenance, building the second tanker truck, lunch table, first aid station. Or, like Curufin says, it's okay to talk to the firefighters by video or text. This is also a mingler, a free-for-all, so tag around if you like. The purpose of this net post is for the firefighters and Guard members to get together so that they'll all be on the same page when the real fire occurs, and for the firefighters (and Guard members, and interested parties) to do some rehearsing of their skills.

If you want to sign your character up to be a member of the Fire Brigade, you can go directly to this site, where there is information about the firefighters. The signup sheet is on this page. If you have any OOC questions to ask, contact Haze at

tangyminx or PM me at

so_dark_a_road. (I'm logged into Curufin's journal every day, so I'll get your message quickly.)

In case you haven't seen Hadriel's September Rundown, the mods have planned to BURN UP PART OF THE CITY on September 14. So now is a good time to join the Brigade! Or for that matter, the Guard. And because that is happening so soon, feel free to just post your characters in here with short threads or single comments. There'll be plenty of firefighting "for real" in just five days! ]

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Water, wood, and fish! -- what more could you ask for? [backdated to 11/22]

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Create with the heart, build with the mind, and don't hammer your thumb! [Video/Action]

Staten Island Ferry, Elvish Style! [Video/Action ]

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Harvest for our lives! (video/action)

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Here's an FYI for the Null -- and I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING, you hive-minded, crack-brained asshats!

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Fire Brigade practice -- joint exercises with the Brigade and the Guard

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