5:20pm - Rush Hour

[lastchancetorun]

Today is not a good day to be taking the rail through Gotham. At least, not at this particular rail station.

Wayne Central. Great station. All done up nice and pretty since the 'incidents'.

Four lockers.

Four trash cans.

Two Benches.

Each of these items contains within it one of these lovely devices. They work on a timer, and when that

Comments

[dysfunctionjnct]

Having overheard one of the orderlies referring to his apparent contraction of "Dr. Carver syndrome", Huang is determined to go home on time for once. There's plenty of work he can do from there, including lots of phone calls with accountants and other irritating-but-necessary bureaucratical tasks. He forces himself to ignore the anxiety that leaving Arkham behind brings; they will not fall apart without him. Nothing will happen. Even if something did, his presence would likely not make a difference

[i_own_this]

The alarm goes off, and Bruce Wayne looks up. Even before his hand touches the phone, it rings. This new assistant was a proving to be a keeper so far, prompt and apparently unseduceable

[goshdarnniteowl]

Daniel doesn't work 40 hours a week, or hold down a steady 9-5 job. He goes in whenever the asylum needs him, whenever they call.

He's possibly never been more thankful of this than right now, when he hears the reports on the radio of some kind of attack on Gotham Central Station. A bombing? Something else? No one's sure. Some of the stations are saying 'fear toxin.'

And the only thing Daniel's more grateful for, then, than his lack of steady work hours, is that he went out yesterday and bought two gas masks, from a military surplus store. He'd have preferred to have time to fit them to him and Rorschach's costumes, but they'd still do like this.

He doesn't know where Walter is right now (At work? At the library? Trying to find Jonathan Crane or Judah Stark?), but he knows his phone number -- mostly because he bought Walter he phone, and insisted he hold onto it in case they needed to get in quick contact. He calls him up.

[holyrorschach]

There's a moment or two where Walter just stares at the ringing plastic invasion of his privacy. Daniel wouldn't call him if it wasn't important, though, so he answers it, despite library policies.

He's glad he did. There's been an attack. They may be needed. He rushes back to the apartment to get his uniform and gas mask and join his partner in helping out at the train station.

[goshdarnniteowl]

It takes a little while to get to the apartment, and then to get down there. To park somewhere secluded, still near enough the rail station to try and see what's going on.

There's a faint, burning chemical smell in the air, enough to make his hears speed up and his head ache. The windows of the station have been blown out, and there's -- oh, man. "That's a lot of cops," Daniel (still out of costume but for gloves and boots and belt -- it would be difficult to explain the cowl and cape, after all, if they got stopped in traffic) mutters to his partner.

[holyrorschach]

"Hurm." There are, indeed, a great many police present. Rorschach looks over the area, scanning every angle of entry. They could move over rooftops, down fire escapes, use the old tunnels to come in a back way... That might take too long.

"Direct approach. Move through police; inform them we're here to help."
Which may not work. They still haven't met with their supposed police contact, so they don't know how welcome their help is.
"Only other option is to take the sewers to the closed train tunnels and the emergency doors through to station. Doors may be blocked."

Rorschach would need to be told not to be in costume. He will pull his mask off if they stop for any prolonged period or if it's called for, but otherwise he prefers to have it on.

[knight_so_dark]

He takes his private elevator. The station is a madhouse. All the carefully planned evacuation procedures developed after the last gas-and-train-induced attacks have broken down in the face of masses of fear-addled passengers and employees. Some quick or strong-willed souls have managed to find the emergency filtering masks and are attempting to herd people along. Most are running in terror or attacking others, masks or no. An imperfect solution

[commissioner_jg]

Complete chaos. Nothing like this has been seen in Gotham since The Joker's acts of terrorism this past summer. Sure, there have been robberies, fires, murders, all horrific and unforgivable, but nothing on this scale causing this much panic.

Gordon is there, on the ground with hundreds of police officers and the frightened rush-hour masses. When the report came in that Fear-Toxin was being used at Wayne Central in enormous quantities, he didn't need to be reminded of what happened last time. (Was this Crane? He'd thought the doctor was mostly washed up, lurking in abandoned buildings, sticking to the shadows these days). The GCPD was quick to arrive on the scene, equipped with gas masks since the antidote for the toxin never was mass produced. They are doing their best, evacuating the infected citizens before sending a unit into the building to find whatever or whoever is causing this madness.

And he hopes, although can tell no one, hopes with every part of his being that there is help on the way, or already there.

[knight_so_dark]

As the cops prepare to enter the building, Batman finds one of the gas bombs. It does not seem to hold explosives at first glance, but he scans it carefully with his cowl before touching it. He had sworn never to use the cellphones in Gotham without regard to rights or privacy again, but smaller applications of the same theory using supersonic pulses were fair game in his book

[commissioner_jg]

Once inside, Gordon moves quickly and swiftly through the crowds at the head of a corp of officers all wearing gas masks, weapons drawn. There is also a Haz-Mat crew working their way through the building, combing each floor for anything that might have set the poisonous gas loose. Most of the civilians have been ushered to the exterior of station, but 'most' in this case doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem a rush hour crowd infected with the dangerous toxin is capable of. Jim had not experienced the effects of the gas when it had been first released in the Narrows, so he can only imagine what everyone else, the innocent people on their way home, must be going through, what nightmares have come to life for them

OOC Note!

[snapples_apples]

((Heya! Batmun here. Your input is requested on the IRC channel in regards to the Stark fallout from all this, if you have a moment!

Getting on is easy, just go to http://mibbit.com and up at the top you will see a field that says IRC: Mibbit IRC. Change this to Darkmyst [it is not alphabetical because...we don't understand why it is not alphabetical, but it's right under DALnet which is easier to find]. Change the nick to whatever you'd like, and the channel to #thenarrows and lo, success!))