#lomk:event3

[scthcartcr]

Text Message → MC Affiliates/Members

Seth: Clubhouse is open to anyone who needs shelter

Seth: Plenty of food/water/dorms

Seth: Bring family/friends of the Club if needed

[izzyrojas]

open starter Location: The Dive

Izzy had been rushing to get some things done at the shop before the storm, trying to get things together and secured. The glass front of Sage Spa and Wellness was her biggest worry, something that the owners clearly hadn’t thought about, leaving the entire salon exposed. She’s nervous the entire time she’s preparing for the storm, trying to move frantically, when incidentally makes things worse. She’s never been good under pressure and with the entire salon gone or refusing to come in, everything is on her. It starts with trying to board the windows, doing a terrible job at it and managing to break a window on her own, long before the storm comes barreling in. Izzy manages to cut her face with glass but once the signs are in, she’s staring at the rain and the wind and the pitch black town. She knows there’s time that she could make a run for it in the dark, so she does, running out to her car to get moving to meet Ryder at the Dive. Thank God he picked up or she may have just stayed in the lonely salon to endure the worst of it. Minutes later, she’s rushing into the Dive looking disheveled as Hell, dried blood remains on her face and hair wet from the rain, like a wet rat with a cut. 

She sighs as she enters and looks at the group in the Dive still, thankful they were ready to open the door for her. “I really fuckin’ hope that y’all are planning to hand out shots,” she says to the group, running a hand through her hair, holding up her phone, using her flashlight to dig through her purse for her make-up bag. Maybe something would save this tragic look.

[ozdemir]

OPEN STARTER Where: the dive

“Please, Oz, please! I need to submit that paper tomorrow, and I can’t do that if my resources aren’t with me!” He loved his family. God did he love them, but there are many occasions where he just wanted to curl up in his bed, turn off his phone and have them deal with it on their own. Of course, he’d never let that happen though, but it was a guilty thought that surfaced every once in a while. His love for his precious, darling, baby sister, though, surpassed that, which is what led him to the doors of the Dive, drenched from head to toe with plastic bags of groceries in his arms.

“If anyone wants to know, there’s a storm outside.” He wheezes before dropping the bags onto a nearby table, grateful that he managed to arrive before they closed it.

Yeah, he probably wasn’t going home.

“My sister left a pink USB here, has anyone seen it? I believe Hello Kitty might be on it.”

[miriammetzger]

text: miriam @ finn

Miriam: [...]

ten minutes later

Miriam: [...]

ten minutes later

Miriam: [...]

Miriam: You're not out in this shit are you?

[kayaiisms]

event starter | open.  time | somewhere around 7pm and later location | Olympus Medical Center

When Kaya had come into work today, she hadn’t expected having to stay longer than she had been. It was meant to be a short shift, but as the weather outside starts to turn dismal, with rain so loud and falling so heavily, she wonders if she should even take the chances of going home. It doesn’t matter though; the weather quickly turns sour and before they know it, Kaya’s fate is sealed. 

When she finally manages to catch a break in the overwhelming amount of cases she’s helped out in, she sits at a table near the window, looking at the rain and the trees swaying in the breeze. She sits there with her thermos in two hands, thinking of taking a sip but being transfixed by the sight outside. 

[damiancartcr]

txt: jacob @ claire

Jacob: You safe?

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @christopheriisms LOCATION: Calliope kitchen TIME: Just before 8pm

This storm has been nothing but a giant pile of shit on Reina’s night, and as much as she’s been trying not to panic and keep her usual cool, it seems like it’s getting worse by the minute. At about 6:30 they stopped seating people and by now the place has cleared out, her staff is on their way home but Chris, God love him, is still on his hands and knees fixing her generator despite the chaos. “The storm’s getting pretty bad, you don’t have to keep working on that if you’re getting nowhere. We won’t need it tonight anyway.” Reina tries not to sound bitter as she says it, but the absence of customers means money that isn’t going into her pocket, and that’s enough to fill her with irritation. The lights keep flickering on and off, consistently for a few minutes until the inevitable happens — the power goes out and the two of them are immersed in complete darkness. “Fucking Christ,” she sneers, fingers going to her temples as she tries to rub out her stress headache that’s developed at a rapid pace over the course of this shit show of a night. Her phone’s almost dead and she’s not about to waste what’s left of the batter just so she can see. “Tell me you’ve got a flashlight in that toolbox.”

[a-aronstone]

@olivcrstone​

Aaron had barely made it at the gate of his parents' house when his mom called from the hospital. The news broke, and just like that, the air was knocked out of him when he heard it.

He’d been through this before as a Marine: injuries, casualties, but it didn’t get easier. He never knew how to handle it. He learned to live with it, but when the minutes mattered, leaving him with no control of the situation, that strong sense of dread and anxiety cast over him all at once.

It wasn’t long before the word spread to the rest of the family and everyone knew, and by then, he was sitting in his car in the parking lot of the hospital. It was a miracle he’d made it when he couldn’t even remember half the drive there, but there he was, grasping onto the steering wheel as if his life depended on it, unable to step out just yet. It hit too close to home, and there were too many unknowns about the condition of his father.

He needed a smoke. He needed to smoke. He needed a drink. He needed to punch something. He needed something!

Thoughts keep jumbling and piling until he found himself throwing punches at the steering wheel. Angered, frustrated, unsettled. “FUCK!”

————

Tick. Tick. Tick. 

Bicker. Chatter. Bicker. Chatter.

Whoosh. Pitter-patter.

There was not a silent moment in the waiting room, yet being in his own head, the room seemed to have gone mute until he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Hm?” “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, handing over Julianna to him. “O-Okay,” he pressed a smile as she had done to him, watching as she went to look for the bathroom. It was after she was out of his view when he focused on Jules to find that she had been staring back at him. He’d never seen her so cautious before. He had to remember to breathe. She didn’t need to see the mess that he was, so he started to bounce her on his knees. He tried to say the rhyme he’d used, but he struggled to get the words out.