Event Log -- A Kin'coran Play-date

[lucetimods]

Who: Luceti vs. Kin’cora, preliminary social bout.
What: Luceti has been voluntold that they must host Kin’coran survivors of a Cultist invasion.
When: Kin’cora refugees will start arriving at the southern barrier around 12PM.
Where: Luceti, duh. All of it.
Summary: Can you still call it a humanitarian effort if not all of us are humans?
Rating: G to PG, folks. Take anything else to your appointments.

As described here. Couple things to keep in mind, folks!

Although the Kin’corans will arrive around noon, it’s a 30 mile trek from the southern barrier to the village. They do have some horses and carts but it will be a slow trickle into town, not a sudden flood.

Have fun with your NPCs. Remember -- if from a canon, they should be minor, off-screen characters. No one appable! If you have any doubts please err on the side of asking us.

Included below are some conversational snippets your characters can hear from various Kin’coran refugees. Additionally, your characters may be able to talk parts or all of a timeline for the Kin'coran enclosure out of the refugees. Use these instead of NPCs or in addition to them -- it’s up to you! Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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KIN'CORAN SNIPPETS

[lucetimods]

“Are these working lights? You have working lights? Our village gets trampled and you guys have central air. What the hell is that?”

“I’m starving. Why not just slaughter some of the horses? It’s good eating. Not like they’re getting much use.”

“I saw him. I saw the General. He ran Homer right through. He’s been around since the start. No one has ever beat him in a fight. It was like... the General could control his movements somehow.”

“They took my sister. My sister. They didn’t kill her, they just flew away with her! No one will tell me what’s happening! Why would they want her?”

“I still think this is some kind of trick. That freak on the journal keeps calling us little mice and mocking us with those so-called experiments. These Luceti people are probably with them. Testing us. Manipulating us. With how good they’ve got it here, they would have to be.”

“Some help Monroe was. Hiding down in those tunnels during this whole thing. I knew we couldn’t trust her. She’s all angelic at first, with those big wings, that pretty face, the flowing locks of hair, and the nice words. But it does us no good when those monsters are attacking us. I hate smokers.”

“Shh. Quiet. One of those Lucetians might hear. But I hear they’re all hoarding food. Holding out on us. We can’t trust them. If those cultists come back, they’ll turn on us like that. So we should be ready to turn on them first. Serves ‘em right, the spoiled bastards.”

“I heard talk about Korras Blake. You know, that super soldier that showed up two months ago? Anyone who is Kin’coran should listen to him talk. No more taking crap from the Malnosso or these Lucetians. He’s going to make a difference. No matter who gets in the way.”

“I can’t believe they’re making me stand in line for food. If I had my full powers right now, I’d show them what for.”

“One of these Luceti folks wrote up this big guide. I got to take a peek at it myself. These people know everything. Deaths, revival, sacrifices... They can even reverse death penalties. And they get to leave the enclosure whenever they want to!”

“Last night I was lying in bed and I started hearing something in my head. This place is haunted! I think that thing had a name too. It just sort of popped in my head. Something like uhh... Nala?”

“I talked to that blue man before he visited Monroe. He suggested I call him Mr. Stephanie. I wish I could have heard what they were talking about. But he was in a rush. Still. For having blue skin, the guy was pretty cute.”

Cloud Nine

[simplestgift]

Archie's subjects might be a little more docile than some, considering he'll give them booze rations twice a day. If he's watering down the rum, who cares? But the people staying on the floor of Cloud Nine range between grudgingly grateful and hostilely bitter. When someone gets out of line, fortunately, Archie can usually go into lieutenant mode and get them to shut up or leave. He's dealt with living aboard the Renown, so he can handle this.

On the 29th, the shouts start up. People start banging at the club door, demanding to be let in. Eventually they simply take the door off its hinges and bust in, armed with whatever makeshift weapons they can find, accusing the staff of Cloud Nine of hoarding food and holding out on them.

The Bakery

[victorbychance]

Peeta decides the bakery will serve as just another source of food, the way it generally always has. Flour doesn't do a lot of good by itself. Luceti will have bread and rolls of various types, especially if he can throw in some foraged nuts or fruit to make things last. Toward the end of the week, he starts mixing the flour with cornmeal, oats, any grain he can find to make things last.

Orphanage

[silversnowfall]

[After enough of the villagers trickle in, it's hard not to notice the abundance of parentless children. Nephry knows that others are seeing this as well - it's evident from their faces, and the way some have started semi-clustering the children, one way or the other.

Keeping in mind that some of these refugees are hostile, Nephry intends to approach those who look like they would help with the following points:

- It could get dangerous if tempers escalate, and lone children without guardians might be in danger.
- They are likely better off together in one place, for safety and for companionship reasons.
- The orphaned children group is relatively small - what space could they all occupy together without taking up an inordinate amount of room?

And once that's all worked out, they can start gathering those who will follow them.]

[[ooc: If your character is interested in doing Orphanage Things, this is the place! There's the possibility of a separate log later for all the people who end up helping with it to have shenanigans with each other. Until then, you can do it all here - the place they'll pick will be the Welcome Center, as far as I know!]]

The School/Butchery + Announcements

[markofthebrave]

[An announcement over the Luceti Journal System:]

Anyone who has signed up to hunt or who has any intentions of hunting, please come see me at the school. We're working to coordinate just how much meat needs to be taken in a day and to make sure that nothing gets left behind in the forest. Thank you.

[An announcement written and fixed to a prominent place in the town square:]
Guests Who Had Been Staying in Kin'cora
Welcome to Luceti. I'm truly sorry for any and all of the circumstances that brought you here. This is a terrible situation, but if we all work together we can make the best of it. The Malnosso have announced to us that we will not be receiving any more supplies until the Cultist threat is lifted, so the entire enclosure is on rations. If anyone among you wishes to hunt or fish, please come see Katara or Major Richard Sharpe at the "School."

In our forest is a very powerful wolf god who protects it. While we have worked out an arrangement with her, it is extremely dangerous for anyone else to enter the forest. Your help in providing for yourself and others is welcome, but in order to hunt safely, you must be a part of an official hunting party.

Thank you.

[The school has been transformed into a make-shift "butchery." While the power was still at half-cap, Katara had Aang make a large pit for offal which they will later be able to cover, and two other pits, one rimmed with ice, one filled with ice. The ice is covered with some canopies taken from the Item Shop, but she still has to go out there every half hour or so to refreeze it in order to keep the refreezing manageable. It's exhausting, but hopefully it will be worth it.

And at the butchery is exactly where Katara will be, engaging in work that she has been doing and hating her entire life. Hopefully people will come by and pick up their hunting vouchers. Hopefully she'll get to talk to some Kin'corans who'll want to help. Hopefully everything will turn out okay.]

grocery store.

[greenjacketed]

[ sharpe will be splitting his time between the makeshift butchery and the grocery store. at the latter location, he'll be helping pepper pots in stocking up the meat that was butchered elsewhere.

various game and prey has been tucked away in the store's cold storage. sharpe counted; pepper took note. he also did his best to move things around to better accomodate what was coming into the place.

looking for a little protein? come speak to either sharpe or pepper. ]

[greenjacketed]

Richard Sharpe cleaned a wicked-bladed knife on a ragged cloth already stained with animal blood. He leaned back on his heels. "Miss Katara? Got a few more cuts ready for boxing, lass."

He sniffed and cuffed at his cheek with the edge of his shirtsleeves. The green jacket was long ago abandoned, hung over the back of a chair.

[markofthebrave]

Katara had tied her hair back about an hour ago. It was hot, miserable, and unpleasant work. But at least she had help. She smiled up at Richard, "Okay, great. I'll be right there."

She just needed to finish up this batch.

[greenjacketed]

It was indeed hot and miserable. And his linen shirt was bloodied. But Sharpe knew better than to simply strip down to his braces in front of others.

"No rush." He doused his workplace with water, prepping it for another beast.

[handing]

[The village is busy long before the refugees arrive, and that includes Pepper. She goes by the Welcome Center before meeting Sharpe at Good Spirits, then together the pair head for the grocery store. She's more than a little nervous, but it's hard to tell. She's Tony's laptop and her in a bag on her shoulder, and a notepad and pen in hand for taking notes as they go along.

Unfortunately, there's a obvious lack even as they get started: gaps on the shelves, from where people had done their normal shopping the days before.]

It looks like things weren't restocked last night.

[markofthebrave]

"Yeah, it looks like we're running on a good schedule," easy agreement with a somewhat false interjection of cheer. If she thought fifty percent power was bad - and she did, oh she did - this new cap was positively deafening. She kept brushing the collapsible bo on her belt for reassurance. It didn't help.

[greenjacketed]

Bloody hell...

[ the oath is muttered, but said all the same. ] Folks ain't gonna be happy to see that.

[ how long until tensions rose?

sharpe strides back towards the cold storage, tugging on his green jacket's hem. ]

[greenjacketed]

"When's the next party due in, eh?"

Ocean Fishery

[markofthewise]

[Shortly after the Malnosso makes their announcement, Sokka gathers up supplies on Appa to fly over to the beach, with whoever else planned to go along with him. It was a one way trip, since Appa was sent back immediately. There was no way to feed the bison on this side of the mountains. If the power cap kept Appa from flying, it was best that he be on the side with a forest to munch on.

The Ocean Spirit had been repaired after the hurricane, but not seen a lot of use of late. Today it's being made to be made for the sea again. With the addition of Law's nets and some of their own, it's being converted for fishing. Fortunately Water Tribe boats were designed primarily for this purpose, so it was no difficult task to make the adjustments needed. For the few hours before the power cap sets in, the goal is to catch as many as they can with the usage of powers. After that, it's back to the old fashioned way.

The week will be spent in this way for the most part. The day spent out on the ocean, the evening being spent sorting the fish for shipment, and the nights camping on the beach. Sokka will try to make it home for some of the nights, but practical reasons just makes it pretty unfeasible. He will be in the village for all of the 29th, though. Helping out and keeping an eye on the smithy. Just in time for it to be raided and all (but there may be a separate log for that?).

Sokka has his journal on him the entire time, though. So even if he's not in the village, he can be contacted at any time.]

((ooc: short version is, if you want to be part of Sokka's fishing crew, you're welcome to join in!))

[handing]

It might not be a good idea tell them. [Because Sharpe is right; people won't be happy to realize they're starting off at a deficit.]

Maybe we can get people who just went shopping in the past couple of days to bring back some of what they took home. [She scribbles notes on her pad, following Sharpe down the aisle.]

[markofthebrave]

Katara glanced up at the sun, "I'm not sure. Hopefully before it gets dark. We did really well with getting all this so soon."

[greenjacketed]

[ he touches an empty shelf. ]

Place like this? That may actually work. Folks're mostly good, in these parts.

[greenjacketed]

"We'll need it. Stopped by the shop with Pepper. Some of the shelves were already havin' gaps. Things weren't restocked."

[markofthebrave]

She glanced over at him, "Gaps in what kinds of foods?"

[greenjacketed]

"Oh, hell..."

He tapped his knife on his thigh. Thoughtful. "Apples. That oil in them pl-as-tic jugs used fer cookin'. And the squares made of oats."

Granola bars. He liked those. He liked those a lot.

[markofthebrave]

"So mostly things that are pre-made and a few ingredients. That shouldn't be too bad. You guys are getting ready to ration out the fresh foods first, right?"

[greenjacketed]

"Miss Potts has her lists, aye. Not many've come sniffin' 'round yet. But I suspect it's only a matter of time."

[handing]

They really are. [It's been one of the things that's impressed Pepper most during their stay.] Honestly, the response to the announcement is pretty incredible. Most people immediately focused on how to help the refugees.

[While others--well. It's to be expected. Pepper just focuses on what they do have to work with.]

[greenjacketed]

We've the room. And -- truthfully -- we'll have enough supplies to go 'round. [ luceti lives well. sharpe's existence since arriving has been exceptionally comfortable. it's nothing like army rations. ]

If we'd been invaded? Things'd be different. Saw it all the time in Spain. Survivors rolling back to the next village but they were as worse off as the first. Not much help to be found.

[markofthebrave]

"It's funny," she glanced down and started wiping off her bloody hands. "I always thought it was strange, how easy it was to get food here. Now I'm sort of used to it."