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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[sinsofskin]

Leona has been itching to kill something all week. Leona has been finding ways to kill things all week.

It hasn't helped.

Half the Organization's leaders have just vanished; Adam has vanished, and Aaron is in Russia, and she's been suppressing minor factions vying for local control until the rest of the true Factions can pull their heads out of their collective asses enough to work out what's happening now. It's enough to drive a girl batty

[sinsofskin]

"Shortest intermission ever," Leona mutters, looking around. "Right, what's the next act?"

The next act turns out to be something rather large and rather metal marching its way up from underneath the rubble, casting concrete and rebar and bodies away with sweeps of its knife.

Leona stares at it for a moment, teeth bared. Guns, knives and claws? She's kinda doubting their efficacy at this point.

"...well, shit and hellfire," she mutters.

Enjoy your tactical problem, kids.

[yourwonderings]

They are so fucked. They are so. Fucked. Jo's kind of thinking running could be their best bet, but then, hell if they'll get very far with that thing. "My sentiments exactly."

Swallowing thickly, she takes in what's meant to be a steadying breath.

"Got anywhere real hot so we can melt this son of a bitch?"

Jo... might have watched Terminator one too many times.

Either way, she figures if she dies, she'll go down fighting with her very last breath.

[sinsofskin]

"Find me an afreet and we can unearth a few cars," Leona says. "Someone's got to have a full gas tank around here." She glances around, up the massive pile of rubble. "Or we can get him to the top of the Hotel and drop him off, maybe," she says. "Or get to the top, get him to the bottom and drop the hotel on him."

It's a good thing that monster is opting for slow and terrifying rather than quick and deadly. And at least other fighters are beginning to take notice - a few bullets are ricocheting harmlessly off its armor. Of all the things to come through the Rift-

The Rift.

"You know what happens when something tries to go the wrong way down the Rift, love?" she asks, breaking away and starting to circle in. "If we can drive it back, might be our best bet."

Yeah. Now to just work out how to do ANY OF THAT.

...it's that or lure it onto an interstate.

[yourwonderings]

Jo swallows thickly again. The answers she's feebly come up with stick to her throat like tape and bandages. She's brave in her fear, Jo. It isn't that she doesn't feel it. She's just really good at moving past it to do what she feels she has to do.

"Think I could piss it off enough it'd chase after me and make it trip? Don't know how we could drive it back to the Rift considerin' the Rift itself is high up now. I could try to distract long enough for you to find the full gas tank and an afreet."

Whatever an afreet is.

It might not be the brightest idea but hell's bells.

What other choice do they have at this point?