Clairmont First Landing - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
24/5/2013
Log
It's a clear afternoon the one that sees the first group to finally land on Clairmont. The trip was a long one, many hours between them and Fairhaven now. The journey was a quiet one, no one threatened the safety of the group across the wastelands and their low level of nanites and inhabitants. And then, they are finally here. No one of them can miss how the nanites aren't affecting their bodies and minds as usual, instead a tranquillity seems to embrace their bodies, no heat or lust fogging their mind. And they are here, pioneers in this devastated land. At the end of the landing bad there is a fox, resting her back against a wall with a light smirk on her mind, likely waiting for the group to get accustomed with the different 'air' of this place.
Snowblind gives a large streach of her arms and her legs as she finaly is able to move out and about again. That long ride started to cause a cramp or two in the taur's legs it seems as she gives a polite nod to the fox when she finaly spots her. A few more kicks of a rear leg to get the blood flowing back to it and then Snow looks at the others she arived with on this trip. "Defently seems to smell better, I just hope I have not been too spoiled so that I can still do my job properly in keeping you all patched up."
Rosalyn clambers out the transport door next, giving her wings a wide stretch above her before folding them down against her back once more. She stretches her arms out behind her while taking a long, clear breath, doing a slow circle on the pad while taking in the scenery of this place from the ground level. "Well, hopefully we won't have any need of your services during this trip, Snowblind!"
Balina makes some exaggerated gestures as she clambers out, cracking joints and digging bits of collected icy dandruff that accumulated over the long ride from her fur. Enough time was spent on small-talk and awkward silences on the voyage that the moof is happy to see any new faces, giving a wave from just outside the transport while doing what would probably be jumping jacks on a more normalish figure. "Most things smell better than Fairhaven. Or the inside of a transport full of weirdos. Not sure we have a good comparison yet."
Skize seems more than eager to be free of the confines of the vehicle, which was never intended for someone with wings and tail to ride in. He'd altered himself for a more comfortable fit, but now free, those appendages reform slowly. Normally he would have flown under his own power, but the flight was also a chance to meet the others going on this journey with them. He meets up with Rosalyn and also surveys the scene around them.
Russell finally speaks up, after remining in that uber-disiplined silence that held him trhough most of the trip. "So this is Clairmont...." He chuckels a bit at Balina's comment, and quips, "Well, in retrospect, I shoulda stayed human. You're not alone there. Balina." He sniffs the air. "At elast it's not the Zephyr Lobby. That alone has some value." His ears flick. "Just how 'established' is this place?"
The city show the first signs of reconstruction, the prideful work of the 'children', the new generations born after the P-day, sent here a month ago to prepare the place and make it inhabitable. For sure, Balina can spot here and there some familiar faces and muzzles, some of them noticing their mother and smiling, waving her hands and paws before resuming to load the helicopter. The spotted fox smiles a bit as she gets closer, wearing some ragged jeans and a black shirt, a bit too lose for her small frame. "Hi there!" she yips friendly, getting closer to the group, "I'm Sarah, one of the squad leaders of Clairmont. I hope you had a safe travel from Fairhaven. Any news from that city?". She looks at each of the people gathered here, checking on her pad before turning her muzzle to Russell, "We are established to the point of having a roof above our head, having those machineries working and about to have a place to drink. I think you won't miss much your city." she says with a bit of pride in her voice, pride for her and her friends' hard work.
Upon standing next to the other draconic, Skize pauses to cast an incredulous sideways glance towards Balina. "Well, here we are," he states the obvious in his usual raspy, deep pitched voice, now finally out of earshot of others. "I hope you still think this trip was worth it, Rosalyn."
"I hope so as well." Snow says before listing into Sarah's interduction of the city. She gives a smile and nods as she aproches and offers a hand to shake the small foxes. "A good start, how might we all be able to help? I have a few ideas but mostly I am just glad to get out and about again." Snow purrs before she gives another look around. With a glance to the others again she then asks, "Mind if by the end of today I look for a spot to set up a small little first aid tent?"
Balina finishes posturing and embellishing her own stiffness, ambling over and offering a hand in parallel to Snowblind's. "Was almost afraid Z had forgotten about the place, to be honest," she muses distractedly, looking around to nod and wave at familiar faces. "I didn't think there was going to be much support, but there's been a lot of work for just, what, six months?"
Rosalyn turns towards Skize, keeping her voice low. "Oh, you don't see the possibilities here? Rebuilding a resource economy from the ground up, outside the shadow of Zephyr Tower? Trust me, this will work out well." She turns back toward the welcoming fox, striding over and offering her own greeting. "Good to see a welcome ready for us. I'm not sure how well you were briefed, but I'm Rosalyn, and the one behind me is Skize."
Russell nods a bit, and also offers a hand to shake Sarah's. "I see. So you're woking on a water supply then? I might be able to help you there." He looks over to Balina, "Yeah, Z's priorities are a mystery." nods to Rosalyn. "Yeah, they have more influence then I'd like to see, at least."
Skize bows his head politely towards the fox in greeting, and smiles friendily enough.
"A bit less, actually, miss Balina." Sarah replies friendly while shaking hands, before turning to Rosalyn, "I have a brief dossier of all of you.. the one from the time you accepted to join this project. And of course we need all the help we can get, both from you and from the future groups. For the most part, the basic needs are covered, as well as the starting infrastructures. The resources collected a couple of months ago allowed us to prepare properly the ground for you all. And we can offer more than just a first aid tent.. we have a proper place. While we hadn't fights with the local feral.. yet.. most building were in a bad shape and injuries were not uncommon. As fast as we can heal, we preferred to not take risks.". The fox takes a small pause, studying for a moment all the members of the group before resuming, "We managed to work on the old hotel to make it a proper place to sleep in. We have a small clinic, the factory and the farm running. The mines are in a good shape, and we managed to fix most of the holes on the roads. But... We are running on the supplies we got from you all. We are not able to support ourself yet, and most of our repair were emergency ones. Your skills and your knowledge will be greatly needed and appreciated, because they will make the different between a success or a failure. The factions won't support us more than what they already did. It's up to us now."
