through this disappearing land

[runsdownsteel]

The Forks usually manages to be bustling on any day, packed full of cars and people, but the advisory against travel and the fact that most methods of transportation aren't working as of the recent cold snap, people just aren't here. A handful of diehards and fools braved the cold (and the something-else, the urge to just settle in and wait things

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[threnos_oide]

Recon: a vital part of a rescue attempt. T is aware they don't have a whole lot of time, and she's hoping more people speak up with offers to help--a lot more people, to be frank--but in the meantime, she wants to check the conditions. She lands with an indignant, muffled noise, but she's fine, and managed to use her shoulder against a nearby wall as balance. It hurt, but there are more pressing concerns.

Conditions appear to be 'obscenely fucking cold.' She tests the area with her consciousness once she appears via pinpoint, chill setting in instantly, cold biting at her face viciously. She cringes away, and tries not to breathe too hard.

It feels kind of dead.

The kind of dead she can't access. The lack of energy is staggering, and that, that right there, is what makes her press the button of the pinpoint under her coat and go back to the apartment.

Soon she'll return with teams, and that's when the real fun will start.

[threnos_oide]

T is the first to arrive, this time around; she feels this sets a decent precedent for their future crises. She has a good deal of weaponry (which she feels is rather pointless, considering how she doesn't need it), her radio, her pinpoint, and many layers of clothing, which she feels is a pretty good start. A few hours in the morgue and a local hospital left her charged up to high hell, but with Scaevola's new cybernetics, she's much better at controlling her reactions. It does feel even colder here, a fact she notes with some dread. It's worsening. She shouldn't be surprised. It can get colder still

[one_drafted_man]

Grif follows along, shortly thereafter, leading in his squad. Hopefully they have availed themselves of radios, whatever weaponry they feel equipped to handle -- Kevin has been handed his silver-plated bolt-studded baseball bat, as well as a personal shield from Mack -- and, perhaps more importantly, the heated Marine armor he swiped from Sidewinder, 'cause when Grif first arrives in the Winnipeg winter, even he feels it some, through his MJOLNIR armor.

"Holy fuck, this is even worse than being on fucking Sidewinder. Jesus!" And then with a large spike in the power output of his armor's fusion generator, the heat kicked on, and he sighed in relief. "Okay, that's mostly better. Wow."

That done, he turns to his team to check that they've made it through okay and all their gear is good to go.

[witherthougoest]

There's mostly a bundle of clothing with a tiny strip of face showing where Kevin usually is, but it's a beshielded bundle of clothing clutching a seriously fucking upgraded baseball bat, so apparently yes, he made it through okay sans the hideous fucking cold.

Oh, and the landing a foot in the air and thus narrowly avoiding falling on his skinny ass. He skids a little on the gravel, pinwheeling and damn near knocking himself out with the bat, but recovering enough to be weirded out by the muffled lack-of-noise, the deserted street, aaand the way breathing feels like knives.

Scowl. Kevin rightens himself the rest of the way and looks about as if to say 'oh, did you see all that finesse? Because that was nothing for a smooth creature such as myself.' Also, his pupils are the size of nickels.

[redhearted]

Ana does not like this. She doesn't like the cold, or the eerie dead feeling all around her, or the fact that she doesn't know either of the people she's with at all, but she decided to come and she has to, for Ginger's sake. She also dislikes having a gun, but apparently it was required to be armed in some way (as if her own natural talents aren't enough).

She hugs her coat-upon-coat combination (what, it's required) around herself and waits to be told what the hell she should do. Direct combat will be a weird thing for her, but she figures she can do her best and try to tilt the odds for everyone else as well as she can. And that is, in fact, pretty well.