Part 1 [12/2/13]
All the villagers stare at the far right of the village where the tunnel leads to the main lines as the last carriage of the train disappears into the dark. They stay like this for at least five minutes.
One by one, the villagers start to move away back to their houses, leaving just Copper standing on the steps to the train station. The fact that the islander had left, and rejected other sanctuary in the village, especially from a fellow villager, wasn't very good for the popularity of this village of Octavia, which was sure to go down if Pigleg spread the word of what had happened.
The sunny resort that was the island had now been destroyed, and even if a relief effort was made to try and rebuild it, there was nothing that could be done with the flooding.
The first stars start showing, and Copper takes a long walk along the length of the track, then turns right and walks down to the wishing well and plaza, and sees the leftover tables and chairs, with the food and drinks, and wonders how it could have gone so wrong.
He then sees Tortimer slumbering in one of the seats.
"Tortimer," Copper says, nudging him. "Tortimer," he says again, a bit louder.
Tortimer reacts to this, but doesn't wake, so Copper says, even louder "Tortimer," for a third time, and finally the old turtle is awake.
"What? Does anyone need this seat?" Tortimer asks dazedly.
"The party is over, unfortunately," Copper informs him.
"But the food. Everything's still where it is."
"It was cut unexpectedly."
"And might I ask why?"
"The islander was returned to this village, but didn't want to stay no more, accusing us of taking his home away from him."
"Oh, this is bad. The reputation of the village..."
"The best we can do is hope that nothing will be spread. But we can continue this discussion in the morning. I hope to round up the villagers into some sort of lively bunch if anyone does come."
"Yes. Yes. That sounds good," Tortimer says, getting out of his chair. "Goodnight, young officer."
"I bid you goodnight," Copper replies as Tortimer starts to shuffle off.
Copper heads west to the river, and crosses over the bridge, then follows the cliff wall, south then west, until he reaches the ramp to the higher levels pointing north. Following the ramp and keeping north, he reaches the Police Station.
Looking south-east to where the island would be, he then heads inside.
Part 2 [4/3/13]
The next day, the sun was shining. However, there were some trees that had felled. Copper could see this from the entrance of the Police Station. Taking a morning stroll, he could see a number of puddles in the grass.
It seemed another storm had came in during the night.
The train whistle sounded, and Copper decides to visit and see how Porter was coping. At the station, however, he sees Tangy waiting in the station.
"Where are you going Tangy?" Copper asks, to which he hears a whispered curse.
"I... er..." Tangy mumbles.
"You weren't planning on getting out of town before everyone woke up, were you?"
"Well... I was offered a place in another town... which seemed more reasonable to stay..."
"This isn't because of what Pigleg did, is it?"
"No! Of course not! It’s just that the weather is getting worse, and how long until one of our houses are destroyed?"
"Well. I hope you well on your journey, and your loss will be greatly mourned in this town."
Tangy then boards the train, and Copper stands back to watch as it pulls out of the station. He then adds "I just hope no more leave the village."
“Well, with all this freak weather, I wouldn’t be surprised if more did,” Porter the monkey says.
“But this village still needs to uphold its reputation,” Copper informs. “If all the villagers leave, what reputation does this place have?”
“Well, it is the summer, and the sun is out, so why not get some event down on the ground?”
“Well, there is the aerobics… But that’s just a morning event…”
“Couldn’t you bring it forward then? To a closer date?”
“I’ll have to talk to Tortimer about hosting any event,” Copper assures. “But I wanted to talk to you. How are you getting on?”
Tom Nook opens his store at the usual time, checking his stock for the day. He had a number of TV’s, some tables and chairs, and a new kitchen unit. Also included in his stock were some potted plants, but he only ever brought them out if he was running low.
The village couldn’t have been getting ever lower in reputation, it just couldn’t. But it was true. Only two days ago, a villager from the island had left, then the day after another had left. Now the new day was starting, and while he had to make a profit, he was getting less stock sent to him. That meant he was getting down pretty quick on his main stock. He also had to put some resources into the destruction of Tangy’s house.
And if any more villagers moved out, he’d be even more low on money as they get him to buy what they can’t take with them. Thankfully he still had his reserve funds.
Part 3 [16/3/13]
Tortimer had agreed that the villagers needed cheering up. But he had warned not to use the Wishing Well as a staging ground for any such event. The incident of two days ago would surely still be on the villagers minds.
And Copper was sure of it as well. While on his patrols, there was usually someone around the Wishing Well plaza, but there was no-one there whenever Copper looked at it. Even all the items that had been at the plaza two days ago had mysteriously vanished.
As it was a Saturday, the dog K.K. Slider usually came into the station at night to play some songs. Copper had arranged for him to come in early, however, so the villagers could have some live music to take their minds off things.
True to his word, K.K. arrived at midday, and at one o’clock, he started strumming his first song. In half an hour, some of the villagers had indeed come to the station to listen in. Over the next hour, other villagers and shop owners wondered by to listen in.
At the end of his next song, K.K. looks up to see the entire populace of Octavia watching.
“Okay,” he calls. “I’ve been writing a new song, and now seems the perfect opportunity to play it. So, here we go.”
He then starts strumming on his guitar a slow melody, and then breaks into song. Upon finishing the song, he looks out to see most of the crowd in tears.
“And so there you have it,” K.K. calls. “My new song, Two Days Ago, is available via bootleg starting next week. The songs are free to own, remember, so get them while they’re here.”
Looking out at the crowd, K.K. sees no-one moving. An officer then stands beside him.
“Am I missing something here?” K.K. asks.
“Two days ago, an… incident happened… that they’d rather not talk about,” Copper says. “One of our number left us when we rescued him from the island… A storm blew over and destroyed it.”
“Ah. I see. Well, nothing like a bit of first-hand emotion going into a song. They’re sure to like it once they get over what happened.”
K.K. then starts playing a fast tune, but villagers start walking away. So at the end of the song, he says a thank you, sets down the equipment and heads onto the next train which had just arrived at the station.
Copper stands and watches the train leave, wondering what else could go wrong.
Part 4 [8/4/13]
As K.K. had predicted, the villagers seemed to like the song after the initial shock of it. Some had even bought bootlegs of it the next week that K.K. visited.
During that week though, not all had gone smoothly.
For starters, less fruit was now growing on the trees. Whether due to oversaturation with the amount of rain water, or the low amount of sun that was now appearing each day, it was one less thing for the villagers to eat.
More mutterings were also going on with whether villagers wanted to stay now that the rain was getting out of hand. Copper, ever trying to keep the morale, asked Tom Nook if he had a lot of gondolas and awnings. He happily supplied them, and each day, an event of some sort had been hosted. The villagers stay as long as possible, as the only other alternative is staying in and brooding over bad futures.
The next event was to be a barbeque. Since most had got used to K.K.’s new song, Copper had also brought along a record player to the hosting area. Since no-one would still go near the Wishing Well, the hosting area was to the right of the Police Station. It was also larger than the one that had been set up around the Wishing Well, enabling a much wider range of activities.
Chip had come round, the wandering Beaver who hosts the Fishing Tournament, and had caught some fish to be the first food of the day. Copper was doing the cooking, along with help from Mable, and Tom Nook was supplying other food. Blathers, somehow, had been elected keeper of the records, and swapped them once each finished.
The villagers had come to eat, attracted by the smell of food, and again they were enjoying themselves. Copper took the time to talk to each and every one of them, asking opinions of the village, what they were planning to do, if they needed any help, and other things like what events they’d like to happen next. Some of the villagers were warm and friendly, but others seemed cold hearted.
Taking a step back once he had finished talking to the last villager, Copper takes a look at the party and thinks to himself that the day could only get better, and the days that follow could also be better. Sure, there were a few bad spots, but with a bit more tailoring, even they could be made good.
Then the first of the lightning struck.
Part 5 [1/5/13]
Mass panic ensues. The villagers start running around screaming. The lightning had been powerful enough to shake the ground. When the second struck, it had enough of an effect to blast a hole in the ground and blind the villagers near it for a few seconds.
"Everyone! Calm down!" Copper shouted, trying to keep the peace. "Tom. Blathers. Here."
Tom Nook, Blathers, Mable and even Chip gathered round Copper. "Now then. What is the safest place to take them. The Police Station might not be big enough for all of us."
"Well, the shop can easily hold everyone, but it's just too far away," Tom Nook reasons.
"Same thing with the museum," Blathers gabbles.
"Well, this lightning might bring in some big fish," Chip says. "See you down by the sea."
"Chip. It's dangerous out there!" Copper warns.
"Not for me it isn't. And I'll be back with a big whopper of a fish to prove it."
Chip then storms from the shelter, picking up his fishing rod as he leaves.
"Let's concentrate on getting the villagers to a safe place then," Copper says, turning
Most of the villagers had gone. Copper could see some running back to their houses. The only ones left were those who had been walking in the lightning for longest.
"We'll stay," Rex says, and Butch nods.
"Well, without hardly anyone here, this party cannot be deemed to continue," Copper states. "However I do worry that some more of our villagers might leave us. So we need to convince them to stay."
"Don't worry," Butch says. "We'll help."
"I'll help too," Tom Nook says, but Copper rejects that offer, saying "To convince the villagers, villagers need to go. If we, the staff and loyalists of this town go, it will look like we are pressuring them."
"Don't worry about it," Butch comments. "We'll talk to them."
Copper thanks them, looking to the sky where another flash of lightning strikes. "Be careful. The lightning is more dangerous than normal."
"And meanwhile, what are we meant to do?" Blathers asks.
"Head back to your stores; make sure everything is alright. Hopefully this storm will eventually go, and that will be the end of this bad weather. All I can say though, is that this is a zone of intense freak weather."
Tom and Blathers walk off, waving to Copper as they go, looking at the sky to be aware of more lightning. Copper also walks to the police station, and before entering looks at the sky again as another flash of lightning strikes, then says "The sooner the police headquarters can find a better place to set up this village the better."
Part 6 [25/5/13]
Butch and Rex, true to their word, had indeed talked to the other villagers the next day. Most had said that if the village wasn't moved to a different location, they would leave for a different location instead.
Copper had therefore sent a letter to the Police Headquarters and was hoping to get confirmation that the headquarters had indeed found a new location for the village.
Two days after that latest party, and Copper hadn't set up any more events. The best he could do was patrol the village and look to the sky for any storms. Were storms to start up, an assessment of the severity would be carried out and the alarm sounded if it was strong. However, most of the time, it was only rain.
Three days later, Copper woke up to see Booker standing nearby with a letter.
"And what is that?" Copper asks as he gets out of bed.
"Um.. Er... Pete. The er... Post Pelican. Just came with this- um... letter," Booker replies. "The... um... Police Headquarters- have requested a meeting with us. Something, um... to do with... the relocation of this village..."
"Marvellous. I'll be round the Post Office and the Train Station to make arrangements then. We'll have to give someone else the responsibility of looking after the town while we are gone. I seriously doubt we will be gone more than two days."
"If, um... you say so."
No sooner had Copper arrived at the Post Office and explained it all than Pelly had said that she and her sister could play double roles until the two officers returned. Then was the journey to the Train Station, which wasn't a long one.
Looking over at the houses that had belonged to the human villagers, Copper started to wonder if they had indeed been right to leave before all this trouble had erupted. Their choices may have been personal to them, but at least they no longer had to deal with this mess. Unfortunately, that was a bad thing, as they would have been good in a situation like this.
Walking to the station entrance, Porter greeted him with enthusiasm, and the arrangements were made quickly. They would leave in the afternoon on a public train.
He seriously hoped that Rover the Cat wouldn't be travelling. Awkward conversations always followed with that feline.