( video & action; un: kirk ) forward dated to April 1st

[winscenario]

[ The camera catches a glimpse of Jim's face in his Perimeter Guard uniform, but only for the flicker of a second before there's a bump of some sort and the device is knocked down. Jim's surprised expression is the last thing to show before the only view for a few seconds is the ceiling. His voice can be heard from off camera. ]

John! Bad boy, bad.

[ There's a snout next, sniffing at the screen, then a tongue... then finally Jim reaches his phone and picks it up from the ground. He's grinning a little and shaking his head as he props it up on the table again and pulls away, dragging his new friend along with him so he's kept away from his device. ]

Sorry. That was... anyway. Captain James Kirk here, and this is John, the latest member of the aerial unit. [ He just wandered in one day and now Jim's keeping him, shut up. ] So— due to the latest rains and the most recent flooding near the river, a lot of people have found themselves temporarily displaced. I'm one of those people, but luckily me and my buddy here have a place to crash at the Perimeter Guard. We have plenty of beds and mattresses available here, for what it's worth, so anyone who finds themselves momentarily homeless, you'll be more than welcome here.

There should be other places we could use to offer people some shelter. The community centers come to mind, for instance. Gathering a few supplies would help though, so anyone willing to help and donate a few things, that would be great.

Additionally, I'll be making rounds on the shuttle, so anyone who needs a hand or absolutely must get somewhere out of bounds due to the flood, let me know.

And that's it! [ He smiles a little, nodding. ] Remember to keep safe. And if you don't need to be anywhere near it, stay away from the river. At least until the rain lets up and we manage to figure out where all this water's coming from.


(( ooc: this post is open to action for the following options: around the perimeter guard barracks, getting some rest, working, or helping other misplaced people out; near the river, aiding anyone in trouble and/or possibly fighting any of the monsters; a little all over the place on his shuttle, ready to jump in and get anyone out of a tough spot. ))

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[thestoriesarereal]

[Lucy was waiting with baited breath, straining her hearing to listen over the sound of pouring rain for any signs of a struggle, of a fight. She could pick up on Jim's foot steps heading away from her. The sound of feet hitting puddles or hard floor became more and more distant. The poor chick in her hands was shivering from the cold and from fear.

What could she do? Nothing. Logically, she couldn't do anything. She only had her school bag that had textbooks and her notebook. It wasn't like she could light anything on fire, and even if she could, it would be drowned out by the rain. Could she call for help? Maybe...maybe she could! She checked her pocket for her phone, but it was dead.

She let a more adult curse word leave her lips as she was forced to wait, peaking out from the boulder to see if the cost was clear, but it wasn't.

The creature and Jim were still fighting, farther away now, but she could still make out their figures. She looked to the dog, whispering for him to go to Jim, to help him. She can stay behind, she wouldn't move, but someone should do something for Jim!]

[winscenario]

[ It didn't seem like it was necessary for Lucy to urge John to help the captain. He seemed keenly aware of what was going on, growling lowly and gritting his teeth, the fur along his back standing on end. Yet he didn't bark, nor did he move. Any noise would draw attention to their position, and he did have orders to make sure Lucy was safe.

He was a good dog, and a smart dog. But it was obvious that leaving Jim to his own devices was making him more nervous and stressed. Lucy trying to urge him to go was the only push needed for him to take off to where the sounds of the fighting were coming from.

Jim, in the meantime, was currently rolling around the floor, narrowly avoiding the persistent attacks of the beast. He'd been bumped against harshly and likely would sport a bruise on his shoulder, but he could live with that. His attention shifted when he heard John barking, though, heart tightening in his chest when he saw the dog sprinting towards the beast.

The creature seemed to take some interest in John, too— or maybe it just wanted to get him out of the way quickly. Point was, it was going to hurt John, or worse. The smaller animal didn't stand a chance. Before Jim could think twice of it, he threw himself between the two animals, feeling the brunt of the impact. He felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and cried out, only realizing when he looked down that the monster had its teeth sunk into Jim's shoulder and arm. ]