The end of the Conrad [forward timed to 12pm]

[disastering]

[OOC: Party/disaster thread! Make threads for pre-destruction leading into destruction, during the destruction, and post destruction. Timey wimey, etc. Obviously, if you're under the rubble, you're only going to be near a limited number of people]

The city of Chicago had no idea that the Rift preshock that occurred earlier in the week was only an

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[consumesflesh]

As horrible as this sounds, Sunshine is sitting back in a lawn chair with a case of beer, picking off monsters with her gun.

It's kind of like a pretty awesome B-movie with monsters spidering over the rubble and whatnot. And civic duty and all that. Right. That's totally why she's picking them off from afar.

Not because this chaos is totes amusing.

[destroytheother]

Josef has just managed to avoid becoming an afternoon snack courtesy of one of the fucking monsters that keeps falling through the damned Rift.

It sends him crashing into Sunshine, where he all but sprawls on top of her.

Picking himself up with a groan, he takes in the fact the woman is sitting in a lawn chair as if the world isn't just collapsing around them. "...You look like you've done this before."

Understatement of the year, Josef.

[consumesflesh]

Oh look. The rift just basically sent a hot guy on top of her. This really is her lucky day.

"San Francisco, 1979," Sunshine says, giving Josef a wicked grin. She grabs a beer out of the case and offers it to him. "Thirsty?"

She peers over him, leveling her gun to take out the monster clambering back towards him. Like hell anyone on top of her is going to get eaten.

[destroytheother]

Josef stares at the beer, and then at Sunshine, and then back at the beer. "... I'm good."

He's not, really. He's taking in the pandemonium that's seized the streets, taking in the corpses that are sprawled on sidewalks--angels, demons, monsters, human, there's everything.

He groans, twisting his head to look back at the thing she just killed. "What the fuck is going on?"

[consumesflesh]

"I'm monster hunting," Sunshine says. "If Sarah Palin can hunt motherfucking wolves from a helicopter, I can hunt monsters from a lawnchair."

Well, if he's not gonna drink the beer... She knocks back the last one of the one she was drinking, and cracks open the new one.

"Oh, you mean the riftquake." As if that weren't obvious.

[destroytheother]

It's right about now Josef recognizes her as the woman that sat down with him on the sidewalk and lent him a lighter. "...Yeah, that made sense somehow."

Josef is pretty much thinking Chicago's fucked, and he guesses somewhere in the deep cockles of his heart he cares. Maybe.

"On second thought yeah, I'll have a beer."

He also reaches for his cigarette pack and lights a smoke. He offers one to Sunshine.

[consumesflesh]

Oh, a pack of cigarettes. He is indeed a good man. She takes the cigarette from him, juggling a beer in his general direction.

"Hafta say, the nice thing about Chicago is that it at least keeps ya on your toes," she says, reaching for his lighter. "Dunno what I'd do somewhere boring. Probably go crazy and shoot up a grocery store."

She pauses, looking behind him again and putting her beer down. Stupid monsters, interrupting her conversation. She empties the clip, and pauses to reload.

[destroytheother]

Josef places the lighter just below the cigarette to light it up for her. He takes a deep breath, letting the ringlets of smoke drift upward. "I hear ya. Just also wish it'd give us a fucking break every now and then."

This is fucking insane.

"You got another one?" Josef asks, the cigarette in his mouth bobbing up and down when he speaks. He points to the gun in case he was too vague.

If he's gonna stick around, he might as well shoot a fugly beast or two.

[consumesflesh]

"Think it's down, yeah," she says. "Currently taken down 53 or something like that, without moving a foot."

She takes a long drag on the cigarette, checking her gun.

"Hope I don't run out of ammo before the fun's over," she adds with a pout. That would just be horrible and unfair. "Though I do have my katana, just in case, but that would involve moving."

[destroytheother]

"Impressive."

Josef makes a face. He would much rather be anywhere but here. Logically, he won't be able to get the hell out with monsters and whatever-the-fuck else falling through the Rift.

Best to stick with the person that's shooting them down and has a katana.

"You got more ammo somewhere else?" Josef might move if it means saving their asses.

[consumesflesh]

"Yeah, back at my place, I've got a fucking arsenal," Sunshine says. "It'd make the Davidians look like a bunch of hippie pansies."

She's planning on taking care of this when the beer reserves start getting depleted. But for now, she'll stay flopped back with beer in beer coozie in her lawn chair.

"But for now, I think I'm good. I've got an entire box of clips under my chair, too."

[destroytheother]

Josef sighs, glancing over at the dead bodies with detached interest. It's not like they mean anything to him. Just another day in Chicago, this one more severe than the others.

As long as those he gives a rat's ass about are fine, there really isn't much that can faze him.

"All right. Just in case, jot down your address and I can get someone to bring us the arsenal."

Oh, Sunshine. Wouldn't it be a nice twist of fate if that someone was Nikolas?

[consumesflesh]

Sunshine doesn't even seem to notice the dead bodies. They're more like scenery decoration than anything else. No point in focusing on them.

She digs down her shirt, pulling out a crumpled receipt. "You gotta pen?" she asks. "Left my journal at-- oh. I guess I could write it in your journal -- oh wait."

Sunshine fires off a few rounds, keeping a facesucker away from Josef. He has a nice face. It would be very sad if a facesucker sucked it off. "I could write it down in your journal."

[destroytheother]

Sunshine is Josef's kind of gal. Kat wouldn't notice the dead bodies either unless they were interesting from her standpoint, he'd think. This reminds him he also has to make sure Kat is all right.

Josef flinches, looking back in time to see the monster drop to the ground. This is why he's sticking with her. "...Thanks."

"And sounds like a plan," Josef tells her, plucking a pen from his breast pocket and handing it to her. "No peeking," he warns, opening the journal to a crisp blank page and marking it private.

[consumesflesh]

"Fiiiiiiiine," Sunshine says, although her pout clearly says she doesn't like it. Her handwriting isn't the best; her parents never stressed handwriting while she was being... educated. It's not like she ever complained about her education.

Besides, her address is legible enough.

"If you send someone over, make sure they grab the beer from the fridge and some of the pot from the kitchen. I mean, I've got a bowl packed and ready to go, but this would be way sweeter if I had more on me."

[destroytheother]

Josef peers over her shoulder to ensure she isn't sneaking a peek--there's a lot of stuff in there he never wants anyone to see. Once the address is jotted down, he snatches the journal back and stuffs it back inside his suit.

At her request, Josef lifts a brow. "I can do that. You are killing these fuckers by the dozen."

He remains calm and smooth like he do, until another wave of monsters falls through the rift. "For fuck's sake."