Event: August 1312

[northcliffpass]

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: further inconvenience
WHEN: mid-August
WHERE: townwide
NOTES: get your wellies on

It's not that there was a rainstorm. There was, but they happen every so often without any real incident: this one is just happening A Lot, and for a very long time.
It started on Saturday and has not let up since then, with rainfall varying from a smattering to torrential but never abating entirely. The roads are muck, travel and market hours are miserable, and any who have to spend any considerable time out in it (the local Watch, for instance) have the look of drowned rats even with the aid of oilskin cloaks and the occasional break under an awning.

Sands Creek has swelled considerably even in the span of a day or so, and as many of the local old-timers might have predicted, the mudslide follows. Because more mud is exactly what everyone needed.
No one is injured outright, but several of the buildings near the mountain-facing edge of town experience cave-ins: namely, the stable and a few of the houses on Hill Street.

Dealing with it will not be pretty, especially with it being so impossible to stay dry. But it's happened before, and almost certainly will again, some other year from now.

Comments

[stableman]

He gives her a faint smile back. She can't see it, but she can at least probably hear it behind the tiredness in his voice.

"I could." He sighs and straightens up. "I don't know what you've heard, but the stables are damaged. Badly. It's going to take a lot of work to get them straightened out and..." He exhales again. "And I'm tired. And wet. Dripping wet, even. I'm going to have to mop before I leave tonight. How are you faring, in this weather?"

[blindsainz]

"Are the horses alright?" Arlene asks immediately. She's always had a soft spot for animals, even when those animals don't return the sentiment -- but even disregarding that, Northcliff Pass losing all of its horses would be a disaster.

... This is not, she realises belatedly, something cheerful to say that would cheer someone up.

"I'm -- sure you'll have help," she says. "No one would leave you to fix it all up on your own." At his question about how she's faring, she smiles again, and admits: "Not very well. I've gotten... turned around. More than once. But I'm sure others have it worse."