RP: Reviewing the situation.
Date: March 23rd, 2005
Characters: Gawain Robards
Location: Aurors Headquarters (early afternoon)
Status: Private
Summary: Gawain considers the current state of affairs and resolves to catch a few hours of sleep in-office.
Completion: Complete
Events hadn't begun to slow, perhaps, but were coming ever more into a coherent shape and system. So long as this continued, the situation could be consider one under control, and its details would be far more readily accessible, its needs made more clear.
The Aurors had generally been working diligently, resisting calls of fatigue or distraction in order to handle the situation. It was thus that they had found order to it as quickly as they had, thus that the preliminaries had been swiftly taken care of. They were moving toward a more solid schedule, with assignments of greater clarity, and would be able to begin giving longer stretches of relief for those involved in the near future. They would need rest and time for themselves, and they would have this very soon. Junior Aurors included, they had performed very well.
The situation with the power plant was to be handled as best as was possible. Investigations had been mostly completed in that particular area, and the repair of the facility was not a matter of their business. They knew that the facility had been tampered with, knew how the destruction had been achieved, and had received a few highly questionable stories regarding the area at the time of the incident. Given the circumstances, there would be little need to keep an Auror on patrol in the area for long.
The hospital had been more worrisome, and would hold the full attention of at least two Aurors, one relieving the other, for at least the next week. This was where the most apparent goal of the attack had been seen, and this was where the implications of the power outage had become most apparent. It seemed that the patients in general had not been terribly harmed--Gawain had checked on the exact status of one or two of these, himself, and had seen many in his examinations of the area--but there was likely to be an entirely justified feeling of unease there for a time. Thus, the Auror on hand at all times.
Destruction along River Road and the marketplace had been regrettable, often unseemly, and would in many cases take appreciable time and effort to fix. The most striking aspect of this had been the breadth of the attack, the sheer number of shops and houses hit. Gawain's own house had suffered little damage, undoubtedly thanks to the strength of his wards; he had been over briefly to look over and document this the day previous, and had not since returned. Other areas had seen far more destruction, though none of this seemed entirely beyond repair. Overall, it presented a somewhat disheartening image, but they could be glad that the damage had been no worse.
It appeared that all basic interviews with those of property and those who had been witness to the event had been completed. Several Aurors had also spoken to individuals throughout the town who had been particularly shaken by the loss of power; though these interviews ran somewhat secondary, they might prove useful. Throughout the day, they had moved to several more in-depth investigations, and would need to continue with these.
In general, those impacted seemed concerned perhaps as much with the loss of power as with the destruction itself. Coming together, the two factors had proven to be a source of powerful disturbance. There was indeed a sense that this should not have happened, that the people had bee working hard to restore themselves and found this new spread of damage particularly shattering.
Several had voiced concerns that the attacks might have been organized by Death Eaters, but Gawain was--and a number of others seemed to be--rather inclined to believe otherwise. Had this been the action of such resurgent individuals, the damage would have been greater, the aftermath accompanied by another attack, this almost certainly bloodier still. No, the individuals and reasons behind this attack were almost certainly different. Equally unsavory, but in a different light.
The criminal captured--a man by the name of Cygnus, who had almost certainly not been a Death Eater--had continued to keep any information quiet. Given the time of peace, they could hardly resort to certain methods used during the war. This was, in many ways, a relief to know, but proved simultaneously to be a terrible block. The man would almost certainly speak no further. They would continue to monitor him, to ask questions and to speak in hopes of discovering further answers, but it seemed that they would be limited to what little information he had already allowed: a brief mention of a name that might have been Oswald, then two vague locations of older activity.
The attack had obviously been coordinated. The individuals involved, however, had not, the damage being too widespread, the spells cast confounding to attempts at discernment. Even a count of those involved could not be pinned down, with estimates ranging from three to nine, though that end seemed quite high.
That the occurrence could be connected to the earlier disturbances--the fire, the break-in at the potions shop--seemed to become clearer. Direct connections were difficult to draw, perhaps, but the signs were prevalent. The perceived ends, for instance, equated: theft of potions, of a few basic necessities. Aside from that, the pattern of apparently senseless violence remained. And there was little human damage, a point to be glad of. The body had, of course, fit differently into this scheme, given the man's identity and presumed activities. It wasn't a certainty, but did fit; it was certainly a theory worthy of further examination.
There was much still to be done, lists both written and kept in mind, and new developments emerging as they moved along.
At some point, however, it became necessary to manage some form of sleep. And while returning home might appear advisable, Gawain knew well from experience that such a course would not yield the desired effect. Returning home would only lead to further anxiety, a feeling that he should be at the office, never mind whether this was entirely the truth, and he would end up pacing, worrying himself to a point at which sleep would be impossible. This would only be detrimental.
Instead, then, he had elected a method devised during the war; he would catch a few hours of sleep in his office. While Gawain didn't generally advocate running private time into hours of work, there were exceptional circumstances and, so far as he had found, this would be the only way he might sleep at all. So long as he cleaned the desk, cleaned his shoes, it was possible to rest his feet on the desk, lean back, and sleep for a few hours. The idea was somewhat distasteful, but the result was what he required.
He had told the Aurors on duty to alert him in case of any significant development, had made certain that they understood the necessity of informing him. Now he was alone in his office and could relax somewhat. Even a few hours of sleep would work wonders on his admittedly tired mind; Gawain rather looked forward to a refreshed level of consciousness. For a moment he leaned forward, glancing at a report. Then he shook his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Characters: Gawain Robards
Location: Aurors Headquarters (early afternoon)
Status: Private
Summary: Gawain considers the current state of affairs and resolves to catch a few hours of sleep in-office.
Completion: Complete
Events hadn't begun to slow, perhaps, but were coming ever more into a coherent shape and system. So long as this continued, the situation could be consider one under control, and its details would be far more readily accessible, its needs made more clear.
The Aurors had generally been working diligently, resisting calls of fatigue or distraction in order to handle the situation. It was thus that they had found order to it as quickly as they had, thus that the preliminaries had been swiftly taken care of. They were moving toward a more solid schedule, with assignments of greater clarity, and would be able to begin giving longer stretches of relief for those involved in the near future. They would need rest and time for themselves, and they would have this very soon. Junior Aurors included, they had performed very well.
The situation with the power plant was to be handled as best as was possible. Investigations had been mostly completed in that particular area, and the repair of the facility was not a matter of their business. They knew that the facility had been tampered with, knew how the destruction had been achieved, and had received a few highly questionable stories regarding the area at the time of the incident. Given the circumstances, there would be little need to keep an Auror on patrol in the area for long.
The hospital had been more worrisome, and would hold the full attention of at least two Aurors, one relieving the other, for at least the next week. This was where the most apparent goal of the attack had been seen, and this was where the implications of the power outage had become most apparent. It seemed that the patients in general had not been terribly harmed--Gawain had checked on the exact status of one or two of these, himself, and had seen many in his examinations of the area--but there was likely to be an entirely justified feeling of unease there for a time. Thus, the Auror on hand at all times.
Destruction along River Road and the marketplace had been regrettable, often unseemly, and would in many cases take appreciable time and effort to fix. The most striking aspect of this had been the breadth of the attack, the sheer number of shops and houses hit. Gawain's own house had suffered little damage, undoubtedly thanks to the strength of his wards; he had been over briefly to look over and document this the day previous, and had not since returned. Other areas had seen far more destruction, though none of this seemed entirely beyond repair. Overall, it presented a somewhat disheartening image, but they could be glad that the damage had been no worse.
It appeared that all basic interviews with those of property and those who had been witness to the event had been completed. Several Aurors had also spoken to individuals throughout the town who had been particularly shaken by the loss of power; though these interviews ran somewhat secondary, they might prove useful. Throughout the day, they had moved to several more in-depth investigations, and would need to continue with these.
In general, those impacted seemed concerned perhaps as much with the loss of power as with the destruction itself. Coming together, the two factors had proven to be a source of powerful disturbance. There was indeed a sense that this should not have happened, that the people had bee working hard to restore themselves and found this new spread of damage particularly shattering.
Several had voiced concerns that the attacks might have been organized by Death Eaters, but Gawain was--and a number of others seemed to be--rather inclined to believe otherwise. Had this been the action of such resurgent individuals, the damage would have been greater, the aftermath accompanied by another attack, this almost certainly bloodier still. No, the individuals and reasons behind this attack were almost certainly different. Equally unsavory, but in a different light.
The criminal captured--a man by the name of Cygnus, who had almost certainly not been a Death Eater--had continued to keep any information quiet. Given the time of peace, they could hardly resort to certain methods used during the war. This was, in many ways, a relief to know, but proved simultaneously to be a terrible block. The man would almost certainly speak no further. They would continue to monitor him, to ask questions and to speak in hopes of discovering further answers, but it seemed that they would be limited to what little information he had already allowed: a brief mention of a name that might have been Oswald, then two vague locations of older activity.
The attack had obviously been coordinated. The individuals involved, however, had not, the damage being too widespread, the spells cast confounding to attempts at discernment. Even a count of those involved could not be pinned down, with estimates ranging from three to nine, though that end seemed quite high.
That the occurrence could be connected to the earlier disturbances--the fire, the break-in at the potions shop--seemed to become clearer. Direct connections were difficult to draw, perhaps, but the signs were prevalent. The perceived ends, for instance, equated: theft of potions, of a few basic necessities. Aside from that, the pattern of apparently senseless violence remained. And there was little human damage, a point to be glad of. The body had, of course, fit differently into this scheme, given the man's identity and presumed activities. It wasn't a certainty, but did fit; it was certainly a theory worthy of further examination.
There was much still to be done, lists both written and kept in mind, and new developments emerging as they moved along.
At some point, however, it became necessary to manage some form of sleep. And while returning home might appear advisable, Gawain knew well from experience that such a course would not yield the desired effect. Returning home would only lead to further anxiety, a feeling that he should be at the office, never mind whether this was entirely the truth, and he would end up pacing, worrying himself to a point at which sleep would be impossible. This would only be detrimental.
Instead, then, he had elected a method devised during the war; he would catch a few hours of sleep in his office. While Gawain didn't generally advocate running private time into hours of work, there were exceptional circumstances and, so far as he had found, this would be the only way he might sleep at all. So long as he cleaned the desk, cleaned his shoes, it was possible to rest his feet on the desk, lean back, and sleep for a few hours. The idea was somewhat distasteful, but the result was what he required.
He had told the Aurors on duty to alert him in case of any significant development, had made certain that they understood the necessity of informing him. Now he was alone in his office and could relax somewhat. Even a few hours of sleep would work wonders on his admittedly tired mind; Gawain rather looked forward to a refreshed level of consciousness. For a moment he leaned forward, glancing at a report. Then he shook his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes.