Category 5: "Sadie" [Disaster Event]

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[attr="style","color:#732331;font-size:180%;font-family:'Megrim',sans-serif;text-align:left;display:inline;float:left;"]The Beachside Hotel, Third Floor

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The emergency sirens were enough to disturb his work, but not enough to completely halt it. Not at first, anyway- Alvis had been using his hotel room as a makeshift office throughout the duration of his stay, only using the provided desk and leaving the rest of the furniture untouched. He had no need to sleep, after all, and he was here to work.

Having spent the vast majority of his life living in mild-weathered places, Alvis had assumed that the sirens he heard were just a test at first- as did a lot of the hotel's other residents. Sure, it had been broadcast that a storm was coming quite a while ago, but he hadn't been keeping up with current events on his business trip aside from the occasional glance at news headlines on his way in and out of buildings. Perhaps he thought he would be out of town before then. Perhaps he thought it wouldn't hit where he was staying. Either way, the realisation that he had to leave hit him in enough time for him to gather his things... though, the process of doing that took a lot longer than it should have.

Alvis was very strict about the confidentiality of his documents, to the point where, even during an emergency hotel evacuation, he did not even consider the common wisdom that he should leave them behind and prioritise his own safety. He spent a good while collecting the papers that were scattered across his desk and putting them in his briefcase, and a further few moments ensuring that it was properly locked before he even took his first step out of the door.

The third floor hallway was empty, at least.

The second, on the other hand, was not.

There was a man standing in front of one of the doors, trying to open it with a keycard that clearly didn't work. When that proved futile, he made a few attempts to force the door open using brute strength, but that proved to be equally futile. Eventually, he noticed Alvis standing on the other side of the hall.

"Hey!" He called, "Is reception not answering your calls either?"

Alvis said nothing. The man would then realise that reception had been evacuated a long time ago.

"Oh, right. Probably abandoned ship, the fucking layabouts. Don't know what they're doing, leaving the building and all- aren't they on the bottom floor? Isn't that meant to be safe, or whatever the fuck they told us?"

Alvis, again, said nothing. The man would then envision the quite obvious probability of a building collapse.

"You, uh... you gonna evacuate as well, then?"

Alvis smiled and nodded.

"...mind if I tag along?"

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Alvis left the hotel with the stranger in tow, splitting off from him as he stepped out onto the street below- the stranger fleeing for safer grounds, and Alvis moving towards a small group who appeared to be setting up defences across the street. They looked... important. Like heroes. Alvis might even have recognised a few of them, if he wasn't so distracted by everything going on around him. He cautiously approached the group, fully aware that he just looked like a wayward civilian- someone to be helped, not someone to help. Still, many hands make light work, even if some of those hands can't lift ten times their body weight.