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WHO: Anyone and everyone.
WHERE: 48th Street and Astoria. Or at least, what's left of it.
WHEN: Wednesday 9AM. 2010.
WARNINGS: Gruesome detail.
SUMMARY: The Gotham Refining Chemical Group HQ has exploded, due to mysterious circumstances. Candidate Geraldo Bendis is dead, along with sixty-two other people. There are casualties littered about the

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POLICE ACTION HEROES NOW!

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The City's mostly-NPC finest are also present and active at the grisly scene, doing crowd control at the perimeter, helping bring the wounded to ambulances, and rescuing people from the wreckage. Basic motley cop... stuff.

CROWD CONTROL (also all of this is open)

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Get back. I repeat, stand back right now.

[Atsuko herself is busy yelling at bereaved people and rubberneckers to go away, which is pretty much her dream job. All the frustration and fear and rage of the last few days have started to come to a head, and because of that she's shouting way louder than she needs to. Into a bullhorn. She wants to be out there in the middle of it, but she doesn't. She knows her powers are useless, so she'd get in the way, and she just--doesn't want to see any more dead people. Not that that would actually keep her away if she wasn't dead weight, but shit, she can halfway smell them anyway.

One of the civilians throws a rock, or a piece of rubble, or something, screaming some words she can't even identify--and she's able to get her whip to curl around it and snap it to the ground before it can smash into one of the delightful NPC cops. At least her powers are good for something.]

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[Just because Sally was here on behalf of Norman's Avengers didn't mean she had to ignore the other groups helping out. And, considering she had been a part of the force long before she had been a part of that team, she figured offering a hand in crowd control wouldn't be beyond her.

Though of course, decked in that fancy revealing yellow costume of hers, she wasn't exactly made for crowd control. She had spent some time helping out the injured, getting them to ambulances or even imPorted healers, avoiding the already dead mostly for the sake of her sanity. She was numb, felt numb, and this whole mess was just a fog to her.

But she wanted to do something right, as though to make up for the lacking of being able to do something for her kid.]

Need any help?

hope it's okay to jump in here

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Aaron could hear Atsuko from his place near the building, dodging through debris, paying little mind to the fact that the fire singed his skin as he picked up both living and dead and tried to carefully move them to a staging area where they could receive care without the danger of responders being injured by fires and debris. It was slow, painful work as he had to be careful not to hurt anyone further while he traced his way out toward the paramedics.

"Medic!" He hacked as he got a lungful of acrid smoke that temporarily blinded him, making navigation impossible, except by sound and stumbling. The body in his arms didn't even react. It was all a horrible nightmare that brought back many bad memories. That, and dear god, Laurie was somewhere in all this.

it totally is! sob i was so unclear, everyone can feel free to jump in on this general thread

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