Ice Storm 2020 ;; OPEN

[Alaric Tomas Jester]

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one more last try

I'ma get the ending right

Alaric swore softly under his breath before taking a look around to make sure there were no students nearby. It was still very early in the morning, but he knew better than to think there were no students out of bed. He knew well that there were always students where they should not have been, no matter how hard the staff tried to keep a tight reign on them. It was freezing outside, and the forecast was calling for some bad stuff. Alaric was pretty sure that at least half the staff had been called in early, just in case, though he and Evangeline had been there for almost a while already, messing around with their guitars and just being goofs. Ric had not been able to sleep, having some new guitar chord in his head that he could not get out, and Eva had told him earlier in the evening if he wanted help writing, just to let her know at any time. So, being the person that he was, three in the morning had seemed perfect. They had been in his office, working on the music and eating some donuts when the first round of snow hit. There was a dusting on the ground already as Ric went from his car in the parking lot back to the academic building. Eva had gone to go turn on the heaters in the auditorium and to pull out the extra coats and things from the prop room just in case they were needed. Ice was not a new occurrence at St. Helena's. Ric could only remember bits and pieces of his years as a student, but one thing he remembered clearly was being holed up in the dorms for over a week due to ice. He was pretty sure he had spent that week attached to Nykhole's side, but that could have been the week he was chilling with his now-ex girlfriend. Either way, it had not been all that great because at the time he was still using. Withdrawals were never fun. Alaric absently scratched his arm at the thought alone, tugging off his coat as he walked back toward his office with the extra flashlights and batteries he had brought. The man then carried the items to his office and once there, he texted Nyk, Zar, and Ben to see if any of them had gotten called in and if not to tell them they should probably just stay home so they weren't travelling when things got bad. "Shit," he sighed as the lights flickered, which either meant the wind was picking up outside or the precipitation was. The staff had walkies to keep in touch with one another should the power fail, and would take turns making sure that the kids were behaving. Ric was not fully used to being on this side of the whole setup, but he knew how it worked. Kinda. So, really he was just making it up as he went along, but that was how most of his life went. There were going to be a lot of kids that would need calmed if the power fully went out, and there was a potential for chaos. Ric was not sure how anything was going to pan out. The sound of footsteps in the hallway, though, made the choir teacher look up before heading over to the door of his office to see who else was in the building beyond himself, Eva, and Gibbs, who Ric was pretty sure was already around. After all, the storm was pretty definite, and it was better to be ready than sorry, right? "Is it still just snow or is it ice, yet?" Ric asked the person in the hall before he actually reached the door to see who it was that he was talking to.

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[John Smith]

John had been trying to sleep when an idea for a lesson plan had struck him, and he'd found that he'd actually left his lesson plans in his office. He'd attempted to reason with himself by arguing that it was warm in bed and freezing outside, that any rational person would just make a note to himself on the sticky-note pad beside his bed and get some sleep. But, John couldn't sleep after that. And, that is why he found himself attempting to ride his bicycle through what looked like a blizzard at 5:00 in the morning, when he should have been in bed, dressed in nothing but a greatcoat and his flannel pyjamas. It was poorly thought out, but he always carried spare clothes in the office anyway, just in case one of his little adventures got him into some sort of mess. He'd already suffered the inconvenience of spending an entire half of a day in a shirt with a giant hole in the front of it from a chemical burn. That had not only served as a great reminder as to why he hadn't become a chemistry teacher, and also given him the sense to be prepared for the worst.

The snow was mixed with what felt like bullets made of ice, which stung as they hit any of his exposed flesh. He regretted not bringing a hat of some sort, as his ears and skull felt just about frozen by the time he finally made it to the administrative building, miraculously without managing to slip and fall to his death on the icy ground. At least he'd showered before bed. It looked like he wasn't going to be getting home any time soon. The storm had only worsened since he began his ill fated journey. His toes felt like ice cubes in his boots. He'd expected rain, not snow. That ought to teach him to ignore the weather forecast.

He looked up to see the lights flickered on and then off in the few lit windows on the school building. That was bad news. If the power was out the students wouldn't be much better off inside than they were outside in the storm. The insulation on the place was shoddy at best, and when it was cold outside it got cold very quickly in the school without the heaters working. He wished that he'd thought to bring some mittens. He wondered if the heat was working in the dormitories. They'd find out soon enough. They'd have to cancel class with the weather like this, John decided as a hail stone the size of a baseball narrowly missed his head and shattered on the icy pavement. It wasn't safe to be outside on a day like this.

He wondered whether the coffee machine would be working. Maybe they could make some hot drinks for all of the students and staff with the backup generator. That was assuming that the backup generator was working. When was the last time they'd had the wiring changed in the school? Not in all the time John had been there! It was a great relief to finally reach the administration building, in any case. He stumbled in, wheeling his bike after him, shivering convulsively.

"Is it still just snow or is it ice, yet?" The voice of John's colleague, Alaric Jester greeted him as he stomped the ice out of his boots.

"It's war out there." John said, barely able to get out a word with his teeth chattering the way they were. "Hail the size of grapefruit."

[Abigail Nykhole Perretta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/Purple3.png); padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #C07DEB;] danger in the shape of somethin' wild stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child tagged: ric || words: 623 || outfit: clicky lyrics: hot child in the city by nick gilder Five o' clock in the morning. Nykki was leaning against her lab table, half-heartedly peering into the microscope with the latest blood test that Salizar had given her. He had gone back to the infirmary to fill out the proper paperwork, he'd forgotten to bring it with him. Poor Salizar... he'd been pulled from his early-morning bed the same as she. Except instead of rising from a coffin and having to leave behind his very favorite stuffed farting hippo as she had... he'd been forced to leave the warm arms of one of his boyfriends with whom he lived. Nykki felt worse for him. Her coat hung by the door as usual, 'cause it was nice and toasty warm in her lab, and there was loud music blaring in her ears and the largest cup of coffee that Gibbs could buy her at Starbucks on the table beside of her. She'd come in early with Gibbs so that she could help out if the weather got bad, but she really, really hoped it didn't come to that. She really, really hoped the generators didn't give out this time like it did when she'd been in school. She'd spent a week locked in Ric's dorm room attached to his side. She picked up her coffee and tilted it back, pouting when only a few drops came out. Sadface, she'd have to go and get more. She got up off of her stool and threw her cup away before moving to the door. All it took was her opening the door and the draft hitting her to cause her to reach back and grab her jacket, pulling it on. She'd make Gibbs go get her another coffee. Or Ric maybe. Then again, maybe someone had a coffee pot in their office with coffee ready-made. Oh she hoped so. She strode through the halls, her walkie-talkie attached to her belt, and strode into the long hallways and hummed softly to herself. That is... until the lights flickered, and she froze in the hallway. Oh no. Not now. But the lights stayed on and she started walking again, her gait just a little more wary at this point. She was nearing Ric's office, so at least there was that. There was the sound of footsteps on the opposite side of the hallway from Alaric's office, and then she heard a sound from within Ric's office, letting her know that he was there already. He was talking to someone, and then she heard another answer him. Which was good, because just as she heard his door opening, the lights flickered again and went off. Pitch black darkness closed in around them and Nykki couldn't help herself. She let out a scream before she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, closing her eyes tightly. "Ric!" she hissed loudly, reaching out towards the wall. "RIC!" she squealed when he didn't immediately answer. She didn't even know who the other voice had belonged to, it wasn't someone she knew well. "Ricy, make the lights come back on!" she whined, arms still reaching out blindly trying to find her best friend. "Ric! Talk to me, damn it!" she exclaimed, by this point, becoming just a little hysterical. "Get a flashlight, a lighter, anything!" she pleaded as her hand hit a wall and she tried to use it to guide herself forward at a much slower rate. She had to keep it together in case any students happened to be in the building that early in the morning, but her sanity was barely hanging on by a thread. hot child in the city runnin' wild and lookin' pretty template by emrysdaelan @ caution 2.0 keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off

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[Alaric Tomas Jester]

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one more last try

I'ma get the ending right

Alaric's brow rose when he saw the state of the other counselor. Did the guy really ride a bike to campus? That was more ridiculous than trying to drive in the weather. Even he was not silly enough to try to attempt that. Though, if he absolutely had to be somewhere else, he would do something like that, depending on how close the place was and how important it was that he needed to leave. "It's war out there. Hail the size of grapefruit." Alaric winced a little at that information. He really was not a fan of the ice. It was one of the worst parts of living in a colder state. It did not help that the choir teacher was not the most graceful of people. Plus, the winter months just were a typical badness in Ric's mind. He tried not to dwell on certain things that the cold months brought to the forefront of his thoughts. "Yeah, well, it has a nasty habit of doing that up here," Josh commented with a nod before gesturing back to his office just as the lights decided to cut out. "D'you want coffee or so--?" He trailed off with his words as he heard a familiar voice grow more insistent over his own, making him furrow his brow a little as he glanced toward the voice, even though he could not really see who was speaking to him. "Ricy, make the lights come back on!" Nykhole. Of course. How could he have forgotten? Nyk hated the dark. It was something he had learned well over their time in St. Helena's. It was something that he should have kept at the front of his mind, and he kicked himself mentally for not doing so, but had slipped past him in his focus on everything else.

"Shit, Abby," Alaric mumbled to himself. He did not have a flashlight on him, and going for one would involve going farther into his office, in the opposite direction of his best friend, and that was not an okay option. At all. Period. Instead, Ric fumbled with pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lit it as he made his way over toward where Nykhole was. "S'only you, me, and John here, Abbs. You're fine." Alaric put an arm around his friend's waist, hugging her close while starting to lead her into the office so that he could actually turn on the flashlights and stuff before the lighter burnt his finger. "I'm sure Gibbs is working on getting the power back on as soon as possible. I've extra coats in here, if you need one, John," Alaric said, speaking to both Nykhole and the other male counselor in turn. He was more worried about his Abby, but he was too nice of a person to just forget that John was there, practically freezing. That would just not be a good thing at all. There was not much Ric could personally do to fix that beyond offering one of the coats and some coffee, however. Well, okay, so there probably was a few things, but none of them were really ever going to be offered, so that did not count.


((Ewww, word count is craptastic. I apologize.))

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