MSNPC Jiah Kleebohn - New Faces, More Hands

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(( Palace of Culture, Disaster Relief Command, Da'al ))

Jiah blew her nose for what felt like the 800th time of the day. The dust and smoke had become an annoyance to her and her whole team. Her team had spent the last hour clearing away a wall that had partially collapsed, trapping a family of four inside what used to be a florist's shop. She experienced the first joy in days to hear the family was largely unharmed. The refrigeration cases that used to house flowers had been built very sturdy. When the wall fell, the metal beams had become upright braces for a post-apocalyptic lean-to.

Now it was up to her to find a place for the Yalavvi family to go.

Kleebohn: I understand, Mr. Yalavvi. I'm so terribly sorry for your loss, but we can't let you into that section of the city. As I mentioned before, we haven't cleared it for safety.

Yalavvi: But my blueprints! Surely you could send someone in to collect my work!

Kleebohn: ::trying desperately to not roll her eyes:: Mr. Yalavvi, it's simply not an option. I understand your work is important, but I'm not going to risk more lives just to save blueprints for a completed building half a continent away.

Yalavvi: I won an award for that "building," I'll have you know! I demand-

Kleebohn: You aren't going to demand a damned thing sir. You and your family are assigned to temporary housing unit 80953. Please go with Utrior here ::gesturing to a scared-looking young male:: to get the details. If you'll excuse me.

She didn't wait for a response. She was tired - more than she could ever remember being before. It felt like this whole situation was draining the energy from her, even before the (not insignificant) element of grueling physical labor.

She walked to the mouth of her tented structure where the water dispenser stood. The water, still lukewarm from the distillation process, was at least clean. A strange, tingly sound oO can a sound be "tingly?" Oo interrupted her drink, and Jiah turned to see four people - three males and a female materializing about 20 meters away. She set down her cup and walked toward the foursome, whose faces did little to disguise their shock at the scene.

She'd heard they were coming, and while some of the others she'd talked to were less than thrilled to have outworlders "interfering," Jiah was grateful for every additional pair of willing hands she could get.

Kleebohn: Greetings. Which of you is Commander Ay-dia?

Adea: Response

Kleebohn: Of course, my apologies. I am Jiah Kleebohn. They told me you were coming. For my part, I welcome your assistance. We are all stretched to gossamer, I am afraid.

Adea/Silveira/Jovenan/Kag: Responses

She indicated toward a three-sided structure comprised of sheets of metal barriers, tack-welded together with a tarpaulin "roof."

Kleebohn: Over there is our triage center. ::pointing at the tent-like structure next to it:: Next is our seismic monitoring outpost. We have teams at five points around the crater keeping tabs on the aquifer network's stability. ::finally waving almost absentmindedly behind her:: And my office. This is the processing center. We're trying out best to keep good records, but things have been more like treading water than sailing, I'm afraid.

Adea/Silveira/Jovenan/Kag: Responses

TAG/TBC

Jiah Kleebohn
Da'al Disaster Response Coordinator

MSNPC simmed by:
Ensign Hiro Jones, USS Artemis-A
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