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Log: Tommy and Monet
OOC: Backadated a lot, since I'm a flake and forgot to post. Tommy and Monet, during the blizzard on Whistler.
Monet stared up at the village. That... that was a lot of snow, to put it mildly. Rescue workers were already moving around the edges of the areas hit by the avalanche but the middle of the village was still mostly free of people. "Tommy? You up for getting a lift over there?" She waved a hand at the snowfield. "If I carry you, we can go take a bit of a closer look. How's that sound?" There was a little voice in the back of her brain quietly gibbering about the sheer amount of snow and pointing out that people who were unconscious were going to be harder to find. Monet told that voice to shut the fuck up. Even she could see that gibbering was going to be a whole lot of useless.
Tommy had been staring up at the mess as well. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd been roped into this again, except one mention about how he was needed to make medicines again and he hadn't even thought twice. At least he was paired with Monet, someone he could almost stand. he nodded quickly before he looked over and gave her a curious look. "You okay with doing that?" His tone was even, not meant to insult, but just an honest question as he wasn't sure of her powers exactly.
Monet nodded. "Yeah. I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about. You don't weigh hardly anything, really, and I won't fly very high above the ground, either or I won't be able to hear anything under the snow." She eyed Tommy, noting his height and the backpack he carried. "Is a piggy back ride good? You're a bit too tall to carry properly."
"Yeah."
After depositing Tommy, Monet shot over to the nearest pointy house-shape, landing ankle deep in snow. It had an attic, a small section of weather board wall visible above the snow on the roof. She could hear something, at the edge of her range. "There's someone in here!" She knelt, clearing away a little snow, to reveal a tiled roof. Wood was softer than tiles, right? Oh, this was going to completely mess up her hair. Monet flew up into the air and curled into a little ball, flying forward and down as fast as she could,
smashing through the wall. And then the floor, before she managed to stop herself. "Helloooo, people? I'm going to go get help, okay? Stay here."
Hearing the crash more then her words, Tommy turned from where he'd been looking and moved as fast as he could over to Monet. He stopped at the hole and looked down, but only saw debris. "Moent, are you alright? Is anyone in there?"
Monet re-emerged up the attic stairs and waved to Tommy through the hole in the wall. "Yo! I found some old people and they don't look too well. Can you come and take a look-see, in case there's anything you can do for them,, before we get them out?"
Nodding quickly, Tommy examined the hole before carefully jumping down. Then he followed after to the older couple and began examining them. "We need to warm them up first. If we wait any longer, hypothermia will set in." He moved to clear spot on the floor and dumped out his backpack, revealing one small bag filled with small metal disks and several others filled with plain sand. "Find some more blankets or something while I create some heating pads." He stripped off one of his gloves and set to work.
Blankets. Right. Monet glanced through each door in turn before finding the bedroom and stripping the double bed, dragging multiple quilts and eiderdowns back out to Tommy, relieved that he at least knew what to do with sick people. "What are those things, then?" Monet gestured at Tommy's collection of bags and glared back at the little old lady, who'd been muttering about unwarrented holes in the roof and bloody lunatics these days ever since Monet had broken in. "You had a mountain dropped on this place before I broke in, so it was already fucked. Just deal with it, okay?"
Biting his lip against the cold, Tommy stuck his hand into one of the bags and closed his eyes as he concentrated. Slowly, the sand turned to liquid sodium acetate. After a few very long moments, Tommy pulled his hand out and dropped one of the small metal discs in before sealing it. "Heating pad. Press the disk until it pops like a button but don't break the bag. It'll start to crystallize and warm up in a moment." He handed it up to her before starting on another. There hadn't been enough pads for all the search crews so it had been a good thing he'd figured this process out, even if it took a bit of time. As his powers transformed another bag of sand, he looked up at Monet. "Don't excite her too much. They're going to need all the energy they have to get out of here."
"Niiice." Monet activated the pad and held it for a moment, savouring the toasty warmth before wrapping it against the old lady's stomach. The cold might not hurt her, but she still felt the well-below-freezing temperatures as a noticeable chill in the air. "I'm not exciting her. She's doing it to herself," Monet muttered over a barely audible series of protests featuring the little old lady's
grandfather and how he'd built this cabin, helping the woman into her coat and hat, before wrapping the blankets more carefully around her. The mumbling continued unabated.
"My mother died here, and she said to me, Vera, Vera, you've got to look after this place, because your Granddaddy built it and it's got history and I'm not leaving just because there's a bit of snow outside. I was born here and I had my kids here and I'm not going
nowhere," Vera muttered.
Trying very hard not to chuckle at the old woman's protests, Tommy finished with the second heating pad and quickly dumped his supplies back into his backpack, slipping it on before going to help the old man. Unlike the woman, he was very quiet, to the point that as Tommy was wrapping him up, he did a quick vitals check. And swore softly. "Monet, this man needs to get to the hospital. He's farther into hypothermia then I can help him." Carefully, he picked the old man up in his arms, marveling at how light he was. Then he turned to Monet, "Can you take him now? I'll wait here with her."
Monet nodded, bundling the man into his coat and then the rock-climbing harness she'd been kitted out in, clipping him to her own harness. Clearly, the Canadian government was taking no chances about accidentally dropping old men. She wrapped a doona around him and began to carefully carry him out through the hole in the roof, turning briefly to blow a kiss at Tommy. "I'll be back for you and the horrible old woman later, okay?"
Shaking his head with a small smile, Tommy said briefly. "We'll be waiting." Then he turned back to Vera and her rambling, nodding at all the right places in between asking if she was warm enough.
Monet stared up at the village. That... that was a lot of snow, to put it mildly. Rescue workers were already moving around the edges of the areas hit by the avalanche but the middle of the village was still mostly free of people. "Tommy? You up for getting a lift over there?" She waved a hand at the snowfield. "If I carry you, we can go take a bit of a closer look. How's that sound?" There was a little voice in the back of her brain quietly gibbering about the sheer amount of snow and pointing out that people who were unconscious were going to be harder to find. Monet told that voice to shut the fuck up. Even she could see that gibbering was going to be a whole lot of useless.
Tommy had been staring up at the mess as well. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd been roped into this again, except one mention about how he was needed to make medicines again and he hadn't even thought twice. At least he was paired with Monet, someone he could almost stand. he nodded quickly before he looked over and gave her a curious look. "You okay with doing that?" His tone was even, not meant to insult, but just an honest question as he wasn't sure of her powers exactly.
Monet nodded. "Yeah. I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about. You don't weigh hardly anything, really, and I won't fly very high above the ground, either or I won't be able to hear anything under the snow." She eyed Tommy, noting his height and the backpack he carried. "Is a piggy back ride good? You're a bit too tall to carry properly."
"Yeah."
After depositing Tommy, Monet shot over to the nearest pointy house-shape, landing ankle deep in snow. It had an attic, a small section of weather board wall visible above the snow on the roof. She could hear something, at the edge of her range. "There's someone in here!" She knelt, clearing away a little snow, to reveal a tiled roof. Wood was softer than tiles, right? Oh, this was going to completely mess up her hair. Monet flew up into the air and curled into a little ball, flying forward and down as fast as she could,
smashing through the wall. And then the floor, before she managed to stop herself. "Helloooo, people? I'm going to go get help, okay? Stay here."
Hearing the crash more then her words, Tommy turned from where he'd been looking and moved as fast as he could over to Monet. He stopped at the hole and looked down, but only saw debris. "Moent, are you alright? Is anyone in there?"
Monet re-emerged up the attic stairs and waved to Tommy through the hole in the wall. "Yo! I found some old people and they don't look too well. Can you come and take a look-see, in case there's anything you can do for them,, before we get them out?"
Nodding quickly, Tommy examined the hole before carefully jumping down. Then he followed after to the older couple and began examining them. "We need to warm them up first. If we wait any longer, hypothermia will set in." He moved to clear spot on the floor and dumped out his backpack, revealing one small bag filled with small metal disks and several others filled with plain sand. "Find some more blankets or something while I create some heating pads." He stripped off one of his gloves and set to work.
Blankets. Right. Monet glanced through each door in turn before finding the bedroom and stripping the double bed, dragging multiple quilts and eiderdowns back out to Tommy, relieved that he at least knew what to do with sick people. "What are those things, then?" Monet gestured at Tommy's collection of bags and glared back at the little old lady, who'd been muttering about unwarrented holes in the roof and bloody lunatics these days ever since Monet had broken in. "You had a mountain dropped on this place before I broke in, so it was already fucked. Just deal with it, okay?"
Biting his lip against the cold, Tommy stuck his hand into one of the bags and closed his eyes as he concentrated. Slowly, the sand turned to liquid sodium acetate. After a few very long moments, Tommy pulled his hand out and dropped one of the small metal discs in before sealing it. "Heating pad. Press the disk until it pops like a button but don't break the bag. It'll start to crystallize and warm up in a moment." He handed it up to her before starting on another. There hadn't been enough pads for all the search crews so it had been a good thing he'd figured this process out, even if it took a bit of time. As his powers transformed another bag of sand, he looked up at Monet. "Don't excite her too much. They're going to need all the energy they have to get out of here."
"Niiice." Monet activated the pad and held it for a moment, savouring the toasty warmth before wrapping it against the old lady's stomach. The cold might not hurt her, but she still felt the well-below-freezing temperatures as a noticeable chill in the air. "I'm not exciting her. She's doing it to herself," Monet muttered over a barely audible series of protests featuring the little old lady's
grandfather and how he'd built this cabin, helping the woman into her coat and hat, before wrapping the blankets more carefully around her. The mumbling continued unabated.
"My mother died here, and she said to me, Vera, Vera, you've got to look after this place, because your Granddaddy built it and it's got history and I'm not leaving just because there's a bit of snow outside. I was born here and I had my kids here and I'm not going
nowhere," Vera muttered.
Trying very hard not to chuckle at the old woman's protests, Tommy finished with the second heating pad and quickly dumped his supplies back into his backpack, slipping it on before going to help the old man. Unlike the woman, he was very quiet, to the point that as Tommy was wrapping him up, he did a quick vitals check. And swore softly. "Monet, this man needs to get to the hospital. He's farther into hypothermia then I can help him." Carefully, he picked the old man up in his arms, marveling at how light he was. Then he turned to Monet, "Can you take him now? I'll wait here with her."
Monet nodded, bundling the man into his coat and then the rock-climbing harness she'd been kitted out in, clipping him to her own harness. Clearly, the Canadian government was taking no chances about accidentally dropping old men. She wrapped a doona around him and began to carefully carry him out through the hole in the roof, turning briefly to blow a kiss at Tommy. "I'll be back for you and the horrible old woman later, okay?"
Shaking his head with a small smile, Tommy said briefly. "We'll be waiting." Then he turned back to Vera and her rambling, nodding at all the right places in between asking if she was warm enough.