10258/Revitalizing The Narrows: Security Concerns

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Revitalizing The Narrows: Security Concerns
Date of Scene: 23 February 2022
Location: The Narrows - Miagani Island
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Lincoln March, Stella Roundtree




Lincoln March has posed:
     It's the midst of the day in the narrows a place often forgotten entirely by the police of Gotham City. So much of it is left to the squalor with many buildings long since abandoned due to the simple nature of the place in question. There's no question to it this is a bad part of town. One can tell by the broken windows on most every building many boarded over completely.

     A surprising portion of the buildings in this part of town have been temporarily renovated into housing for the New York Refugees and left as such even following the end of the crisis. Many of the buildings found themselves only the most basic of renovations and now several of the renovated buildings have been blocked off entirely with high security fences blocking off construction equipment which has been locked down heavily even during the early hours of the day in a vein attempt to keep them from being stolen.

     The sun hangs high in the sky behind a thick layer of pitch black clouds threatening to open hellfire and damnation down upon the city of Gotham, or perhaps more likely simple rainfall to soak the people to the bone.

     At the back of one of the construction sites rests a rather simple looking box shelter little more than a semi trailer on wheels with a little set of steps leading up to the trailer.

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     The consultant is sure perky considering where they are. This area is not safe, but she seems completely unworried. Maybe it's just that bouncy midwestern charm, the dark blonde, almost brown hair up in a bun, a black button-up shirt under a black jacket, gray work pants (though they might secretly be the very comfortable yoga-work pant), and well-worn black workboots. Always up for a job, Stella scooted over to Gotham from New York City for a good day's worth of work!
     And she's making notes already, a hard hat tucked under one arm, a bag over her shoulder, and a clipboard in hand. It seems like a lot, but she's managing it! She heads over to the trailer, knocking on the door. "Stella Roundtree, Roundtree Consultin'. Here for your appointment," she calls. Her voice is pleasant, the accent definitely rust belt, the letter "g" seeming to vanish off any "ing," and words are definitely blending together for lingusitic efficiency.
     The OSU waterbottle clipped to her bag would also indicate this, of course.

Lincoln March has posed:
     It takes a moment before the door opens a rustic looking man with a lot of stubble and a pitch black hardhat with the words GOTHAM GAZELLE CONSTRUCTION embossed across the front of the helmet, along with a gazelle that's got the wings of a gargoyle beneath the name.

     "Hey good seeing you." He opens the door stepping to one side so that roundtree can walk in. Upon a closer look his entire skin is covered in snake-like scales that are colored as his normal skin making for a slightly strange look on the man.

     Inside of the building a collection of men and women in suits look over a series of blueprints. Standing to one side of the room are a pair of very well armed security personal who look to be built like brick houses.

     At the head of the table wearing a simple white hardhat is none other than Mayor Lincoln March of the city of gotham. He is dressed in his regular suit and tie and is currently pointing to the massive 150 story building on the paper. "And you're certain that there will be no complications with the windows as described?" He pauses for a brief moment adjusting his black tie in place his eyes narrowing. "The last thing I want is jumpers."

     He shakes his head before looking over towards roundtree. The absolutely massive linebacker of a man looks over her direction with a confidence on his expression. "Ah, the security consultant, wonderful."

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     Oh, well that's interesting. Mutant-friendly, perhaps? She pops on her own hard hat and smiles, "Good to see you, too! Curious to see what we've got here," she says. Inside, she makes her way over to the table. She gives a pleasant little wave and starts marking up her own paper with notes. "Here and ready, just let me know what your concerns are and I'll address 'em and then give my own take," she says, seemingly very comfortable in this crowd.

     And to her, the world looks a little different. The movement of everyone in the room registers as kinetic energy. Electronics flicker in white sparkles along every wire, even beyond walls. Phones pulse with their battery power. And soundwaves emerge from their sources and bounce.

     But as pretty as it is, it's normal to her, and she focuses on the building plan. She is not built that large, and it almost looks like a kid snuck in next to the big men for the meeting!

Lincoln March has posed:
     "My primary concerns happen to be securing the construction site for the duration of the build." March starts as he adjusts his hardhat into position atop his head of perfectly placed pitch black hair. "Though the security of the building itself is also a primary concern considering the amount of lives that could be on the line should security systems fail."

     He leans down onto the table and spreads out a second sheet atop the blueprint. "As you can see we're attempting to secure our equipment without wastefully removing it entirely from the job site." He pauses for a brief moment. "It's my concern that given the nature of this section of the city we'll need to do a bit more than just leave the keys at home lest someone with superior strength simply walk off with our construction equipment."

     "We've got a basic pass key lock on the temporary shed we've erected for the demolition equipment but I've still got some concerns." He leans hard against his hands speaking with a dry firmness that focuses on the task at hand. The famous statesman is all buisiness as he narrows his eyes towards the layout of the yard. He points down to a section on the map. "We're here, and the shed is here." He points to a second location. "We're doing what we can to secure against potential threats."

     He slides the mat out of the way revealing the building. "Due to the immense nature of the structure, and budgetary constraints imposed by the city we're not going to be able to go as in depth with security as I would have initially liked."

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     Stella scoots forward and looks at the plans, tapping with the end of her pen, "Your most likely break-in areas are here, here, and here. Extra lighting there can go a long way to making sure that people done get sneaky. As for your larger equipment, in cases of people with super strength, I recommend extra hidden tracking on the items to start, in addition to night guards who know when to call it in rather than fight and focus on recovery. Though if you have guards with abilities, never a bad idea," she says.

     She continues tapping, "Cameras, both big and gaudy and small and discrete, I would use a blend and send footage to a second remote site. Most criminals try to knock them out when possible, so give them something to do while hopefully catching them on some of the hidden devices for later. The best defense is sometimes a good reputation over time, that people get caught reliably when they mess with your projects, it's less likely to happen. Prevention is always best, though."

     She taps the pen against her lower lip, "For your demolitions, limiting visibility as much as possible of what goes on in there during the day to make it less attractive. You can also make a show of removing items to take to another storage location, even if it's empty boxes, at the end of the day." She scribbles on her pad, then repeats, "Lighting, double tagging all equipment, additional cameras, potential metahuman guards if possible, limiting visibility, and fake things to distract potential criminal interference," she says. "That's my suggestion from in here."

Lincoln March has posed:
     "Wonderful, wonderful." Lincoln snaps his fingers towards one of the bulky looking figures in the corner. They begin to take notes on digital paper jotting down information. He narrows his eyes down onto the page taking mental notes atop it.

     "I'm glad we brought you along for the project." He pauses. "The most dangerous part of this project will be the safe demolition and construction of the building itself over the course of the next two years." He lets out a low sigh. "Unfortunately not everyone is happy to see a revitalization effort of this scale."

     "We've run into a fair amount more roadblocks than were initially expected." He shakes his head again. "But progress is being made slowly but surely"