When the calls started coming in from each and every Center, the redneck was already moving. Cursing as she went, running through lists of supplies on hand, those she could lay hands on with ease, those that might take a bit more wiggling but would once again be easily disbursed within half a day.
Already the taste of snow that'd been clinging to the back of every breath for the last few days was thickening. Overhead the fat, grey bellies of the clouds threatened to split at any given moment. In some places, the winds were keening the first notes of what would become their killing song.
In supply rooms and gymnasiums bags and packs were checked and repacked. Warm clothes and heavy blankets folded back into their water-proof packaging (which could also be repurposed for any number of uses), heavy boots, thick socks, gloves, coats, floppy winter hats were checked for holes and tucked away again. Personal heaters, both chemical and magical were recharged and stuffed into the packs as well. Bowl shaped tents, pop-up affairs made of felt and oilskin with attached flooring were strapped to the bags, as were calorie heavy food stuffs.
The Centers began preparing, orders went out as soon as the directors ended their calls to Thorn. Classrooms and gymnasiums were quickly converted to housing, cafeterias stocked and restocked. The generators designed by Desdenova years before were checked and protected to ensure no loss of power would occur. The hallways and stairs were kept as clear as possible even with people bustling about. Courtyards were roofed over and their entrances partially blocked to keep back the wind and snow. Tents and fire-pits set up and out.
In the memorial parks she'd spent the majority of the summer planning and executing walls of straw bales were locked against each other with lengths of rebar, then anchored into the ground to act as windbreaks, behind which more tents were set up, each one staked to the ground, and tucked in cheek-by-jowl to its neighbor. Small braziers and fuel were offered to add more warmth to the interior of the tents. Once the snow started falling it would add more insulation to help keep heat in the little domes. Sleeping bags rated for several degrees below zero, that could be unzipped and re-zipped together to allow for more than one in a bag.
After a relatively short amount of time the parks resembled base-camps for dozens of crews trying to reach some Ice-locked peak.
The Brambles, The Black Sands, the Tiefling's Den, Kaos Koffee, the Beaver, Garden of Thorns, That One Bar, all establishments owned and operated by Thorn were open, offering safe haven and free food and drink to those who chose to shelter under their rooves, if only for a few hours. Each person who chose, or needed to leave would be offered one of the packs prepared, just to be as safe as possible.
Thorn and a select crew went through the sectors of the Slums that she'd taken a hand in, went door to door in some cases over the following days while the storm built and unleashed its fury. Resupplying in some places, offering shelter and transportation in others. Fresh supplies and bedding were made available daily. As was healing and medication.
As many of Rhy'din's most at-risk citizens as possible, as would accept, the redneck and her people were intent upon helping survive.
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Already the taste of snow that'd been clinging to the back of every breath for the last few days was thickening. Overhead the fat, grey bellies of the clouds threatened to split at any given moment. In some places, the winds were keening the first notes of what would become their killing song.
In supply rooms and gymnasiums bags and packs were checked and repacked. Warm clothes and heavy blankets folded back into their water-proof packaging (which could also be repurposed for any number of uses), heavy boots, thick socks, gloves, coats, floppy winter hats were checked for holes and tucked away again. Personal heaters, both chemical and magical were recharged and stuffed into the packs as well. Bowl shaped tents, pop-up affairs made of felt and oilskin with attached flooring were strapped to the bags, as were calorie heavy food stuffs.
The Centers began preparing, orders went out as soon as the directors ended their calls to Thorn. Classrooms and gymnasiums were quickly converted to housing, cafeterias stocked and restocked. The generators designed by Desdenova years before were checked and protected to ensure no loss of power would occur. The hallways and stairs were kept as clear as possible even with people bustling about. Courtyards were roofed over and their entrances partially blocked to keep back the wind and snow. Tents and fire-pits set up and out.
In the memorial parks she'd spent the majority of the summer planning and executing walls of straw bales were locked against each other with lengths of rebar, then anchored into the ground to act as windbreaks, behind which more tents were set up, each one staked to the ground, and tucked in cheek-by-jowl to its neighbor. Small braziers and fuel were offered to add more warmth to the interior of the tents. Once the snow started falling it would add more insulation to help keep heat in the little domes. Sleeping bags rated for several degrees below zero, that could be unzipped and re-zipped together to allow for more than one in a bag.
After a relatively short amount of time the parks resembled base-camps for dozens of crews trying to reach some Ice-locked peak.
The Brambles, The Black Sands, the Tiefling's Den, Kaos Koffee, the Beaver, Garden of Thorns, That One Bar, all establishments owned and operated by Thorn were open, offering safe haven and free food and drink to those who chose to shelter under their rooves, if only for a few hours. Each person who chose, or needed to leave would be offered one of the packs prepared, just to be as safe as possible.
Thorn and a select crew went through the sectors of the Slums that she'd taken a hand in, went door to door in some cases over the following days while the storm built and unleashed its fury. Resupplying in some places, offering shelter and transportation in others. Fresh supplies and bedding were made available daily. As was healing and medication.
As many of Rhy'din's most at-risk citizens as possible, as would accept, the redneck and her people were intent upon helping survive.
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