faderift | Project Haven: Refugee Relief

WHO: Brother Gideon, Alexandrie, Sidony, Cassius in name only, and you
WHAT: Feeding, clothing, and housing war refugees.
WHEN: August
WHERE: All around Kirkwall
NOTES: Everyone is welcome to volunteer, especially if they've been part of past Project Haven efforts.

I. Where House

Temporary a solution though it may be, the offering up of traders' warehouses is a relief to anyone concerned about the refugees lining the streets.
With some people sleeping on wooden pallets, others on patches of straw or sacks full of various uncomfortable materials, a call has been put out for unused beds and pillows, as many as one is willing to give.
Workers are instructed to keep detailed charts of which spaces are available, how many can fit in one row, and who among the refugees can be sent on to camp outdoors on one of the generously opened up countryside estates.

Brother Gideon is taking point on this matter, seated at a table for hours each day, addressing and placing the endless queue.
When the hour gets late and the last assignments have been made, there are times when he is too exhausted to do more than rest his head right there and fall asleep.

II. Food Fight

There is also the matter of food supplies and the organization and protection thereof, which has need of more than one volunteer to guard dry storage from thieves, animals, weather, and the overly greedy.
Citizens of Kirkwall have been asked to lend their cats, which can, at times, create its own problems: although the creatures are effective at keeping pests away, security will find themselves breaking up cat fights more often than deterring other people.

III. Some Things Never Change

Although a healthy portion of Kirkwall's denizens are willing to bear the inconvenience, there will always be those who have to make everyone's lives harder. A small congregation of venomously patriotic protestors have grown outside the dockside warehouse being used as the refugee base, who claim to be concerned that the refugees are, in fact, Tevinter agents-- or worse, foreigners here to take their jobs and change the Trade language.
They are mostly harmless but a massive pain in the collective ass, and could use some dealing with.

IV. Miscellaneous

[Top levels with related individual projects welcome and encouraged.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sidony has been in worst places in her time, to be fair; Riftwatch missions have taken her here, there and everywhere, so a warehouse is hardly the worst. It's simply a little more irritating if only because of the fact that she is certain it is going to take weeks to get the dust out of her clothing, and her nose is already feeling a little ticklish.

It is getting late now and the supplies that Sidony had brought to offer the refugees are getting low. She will either have to abandon it for the evening to collect more or simply make do with what she has, and she's not sure if she even has much more left in the healer's rooms to compensate. Perhaps she might be able to coerce some noble warriors into helping her.

Walking, tiredly, over towards Gideon, she offers a small smile as she reaches to stop him furious writing.

"Perhaps it is time to take a break, dear."

This yields her a dark look, though it tempers somewhat when Gideon catches himself and realizes he's glaring at an ally.

"Much still to do," he replies flatly, furrowing his brow at her hand on his quill, "and little time to do it."

"And do you think you will be able to do it if you pass out from exhaustion?"

Her eyebrow raise speaks volumes; the answer is likely no.

"You can continue after a short break, surely."

"Fine."

He hates to admit it, but here they are.

"You're rested yourself, I assume?"

"Do you think my husband would allow otherwise?" Probably, but there's no point discussing that. She shifts, making herself comfortable. "But we can't allow ourselves to completely fall apart, can we?"

I have little regard for what your husband allows, Brother Gideon is tempted to say, but he holds his tongue.

"Perhaps not." With an impatient little sigh, he begins to collect his things. "I won't trouble you to look after me, Lady Rutyer."

He would neither be the first nor the last, and Sidony is, at least, well aware of it.

"Is that not my vocation?" She huffs a little laugh. "I hardly mind it. I'd not have bothered if it caused me issue, you know that, surely?"

"I would never presume to know your business." Intent on disengaging, but without being too impolite, the brother shoulders his belongings and casts her a final nod of acknowledgment.

"Good day, Lady Rutyer. Rest well."

Edgard is tired and angry and needs someone to take it out on. He may not like Gideon, but he sees that he's helping the situation. Without prompting, Edgard walks over to the crowd of protesters and says,

"Go cry about it to someone who cares! Move along!"

It stuns them, however briefly, into silence; and not just them, but Brother Gideon himself, who's standing nearby and trying to wrangle the crowd.
He looks from the now-retreating troublemakers to Edgard, his brow cocked. w h a t

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