Jun 30, 2007 22:31
That night, there are thousands down in the tunnels. Crawling like ants. Worker ants, on and off the trains, single file, clustered together, moving as one. Each one completely oblivious of the others. Nearly 10pm and it was rush hour on the Miranda Subway.
Mundane, overly soothing music pumped out quietly over the speakers, broken by the electronic voice making boarding and delay announcments. The roar of the trains was constant. The flickering of lights, that bright, artifical halogen glow.
There was a pop. A hiss. A groan of wiring and the expell of energy, and then there was nothing. Deafening silence and total darkness. Trains screeched to a stop, the emergency lights clicked on, bathing the tubes in an eerie orange. From the south side of New Tokyo to the north district of Siam, the entire electrical system for the subway blacked out.
For a few long moments there was utter silence. And then, that's when the voices started and all hell broke loose.
[Blackout on the subway with planet-wide panic over a killer on the loose, oh my. Open to all. Gathering style. Late tags/Slowtime welcome, as these posts are meant to be on going until the next goes up.]
the operator,
neil mccormick,
gathering post,
phedre no delaunay,
miranda,
benton fraser,
zulimar lazuli,
ray kowalski,
logan echolls