EMP: EVENT START - reaction and mingling log

[fixesclocks]

Who: You! Everyone! Open!
When: Night of the 7th.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: The EMP event has begun. There are no sirens. What will your character do?
Warnings: Violence, please note in comment headers to be added

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[axemeaquestion]

[Oh hell no. This was not going to happen again.

The last time someone nasty had broken into her apartment Rochelle had lost her life. It wasn't something she liked to think about, but now that history was kinda-sorta repeating itself with something nasty and snarling staring her down, she couldn't help a brief moment of internal panic.

But the baddest woman alive could shake it off quickly enough. Now she was fighting off said large, snarling thing with the AK-47. It had gone through a clip already (some bullets hit wall instead, but the place was trashed enough by now that it didn't make much of a difference) and the sofa-sized creature wouldn't go down.

It probably wasn't too hard to hear the gunfire coming out of her third story cracked-open window.

you can make up whatever the monster is doing too just so you know!

[axemeaquestion]

[With the fact that her neighbors had already screamed and ran off (her sixth sense, courtesy of the Core, let her know), so Rochelle hadn't been expecting any help. But when she 'felt' somebody coming towards her place FAST it was hard not to be the normal kind of suprised when the door burst open.

Ro was over her kitchen island, using it as some Jurassic Park-style cover when the thing had tried to take a few swipes at her. She jammed a clip into her gun and peered her head over the side to see who it was her powers were telling her was there.]

Holy shit--

[Getting shot at in a direction it didn't expect the monster was now distracted by Meryl. It gave Rochelle a chance to come out of where she was pinned behind, and ran to the other side and gave herself some space to shoot. Unfortunately, now it was focused on Meryl.]

Look out!

[unmantled]

[ He feels the heat of that bullet when it passes by, just close enough to burn a little as it slides through cape. He twists and tries to dodge, then finally catches sight of the woman with the gun. Damnit.

He takes a quick dive forward, rolling in case she fires again and aiming a kick in the direction of the weapon. ]

[unmantled]

[ Welp, that was a mistake. Damnit, damnit, he's trying to protect wandering passerby, not amp up the danger ten-fold. He tosses a batarang in the direction of the monster, then tries making a quick dodge into the path in front of the girl, prepared to take the hit if necessary. ]

open on the train or afterward!

[remembered]

[ Amy has ridden the subway enough times to know how long she needs to get back to her flat before the sun sets; the sirens still hadn't gone off, so there should have been plenty of time. But that's what shocks her when the train car comes to a sudden lurching stop and plunges into total darkness. It didn't make sense. This was still the daytime transit, wasn't it? It figures she was one stop away from the apartments, too.

Panic starts to set in, as well as beginning signs of slight claustrophobia. Her chest tightens. She stumbles out of her seat, careful not to step on anyone, blindly grappling for the door. ]

Hey! What is this?!

[ The doors are shut pretty tight, not letting her fingers pry it open. But as she tries, she can feel something cold creeping over her hands and seeping through the tiny crack she's made. Instantly, she lets go, wringing her hands. Then she remembers this is one of the reasons why John made her carry that gun around. She's hesitant to shoot in a pitch-black train car full of people, however, her hand

Re: open on the train or afterward!

[beardedveteran]

[ Since the first failure of an alarm to go off, his NV set to beep in the early evening before the sirens purely to make up for his own bad memory, Kotetsu knew something was wrong. It had taken a moment of checking the electronics in his room, then glancing outside to the darkening city he had come to like as well as fear, for the sense of danger to take hold and swiftly change into action. The eyemask is the only accessory he's taken with him before getting outside and out there with his fellow Heroes-- but as the network flickers back into life and various newcomers take care of the area around Tower Apartments, he leaves them, looking for any stragglers in quieter areas that might have been forgotten.

Then he remembers the closest subway station-- it's low, easy enough for him to access, easier for the Darkness. Just a lingering moment by the entrance to the station and the eerie lack of people normally trailing out by this time are enough to spur on a sense of danger.

This is bad. Short thirty-second bursts of his power had

ahhhh sorry this took forrrrever.

[remembered]

[ By this time, Amy has backed herself into quite a tight spot. Whatever emergency lights that should have kicked on still haven't and something had made its way inside -- something looming and growling and snarling. It was also fast and that's probably why her crackshot in the dark hit one of the windows, which wasn't good. Puncturing more holes into the train car was only endangering everybody else.

She had to think quick because this wasn't working. But almost as if a lightbulb had gone off outside her mind, there was a faint flash of light that illuminated the tunnel. And a voice, too. ]

... Hello? [ Her voice is hesitant at first, like maybe she didn't actually hear somebody. But it echoes again, followed by that strange glowing light. She starts pounding her fist against the doors. ] Oi! I'm in here!

[beardedveteran]

[ Kotetsu stills his breathing just long enough to listen out for a response and-- there, there it is, there's somebody inside. Or likely, several people inside. Either way, they're stuck, and although his eyes aren't adjusting to the dark of the tunnel too well with the contrast of his glow, chances are something might have reached into the carriage. ]

Hold on, I'll get you out! [ A glance here and there, it looks like he won't be able to slip down in the gap between the walls of the tunnel and the train itself. So, maybe if he tries to get inside- he curls his fingers around the door-handles of the driver's carriage (with a frightened, angry train driver inside, sorry, man) and yanks. One of them breaks right off in his hand. ]

...Piece'a junk! [ Throwing the handle down onto the tracks he snarls, then forces himself to take just a moment to think amongst his urgency and temper-- surely, surely there must be something. What if there are other people inside the carriage-- too many for him to escort single-handedly to the surface?

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[bodyreads]

[Batman is gone. It's the thought that lingers in the back of her mind while she's out there in the Darkness, moving quickly from rooftop to rooftop as people fight and call for help down below. She can't expect back-up or anyone to come save her. She can't expect for her father to be looking after her anymore. They're on their own. There's a weight in her chest that she can't get rid of now.

With the lights slowly returning to the city, she leaps down into the fray with two batarangs, cutting through monsters with relative ease. She says nothing as she helps the family get to their house; she leaves before they even thank her. There's too many people who are hurt tonight. She can't stop.

It feels just like before, when Batman died. That's what's getting to her.

She rushes off to help the next person, impossibly quick on her feet. She's prepared for things like this.]

[vinovidivici]

[ A small group in Sector 9 had been locked out of their apartment block. Those inside were unwilling to open up to their neighbours, leaving them to fend off the monsters: only a few to begin with, but the protests and panic can't help but draw attention. It certainly catches Claire's. Oblivious to the chain of events that led to the blackout he'd slipped out his window when the lights had flickered off. By now the electricity has returned and he's a few blocks deeper than where he'd started from. One of the excluded residents is trying to bludgeon a Jack Cat with the lid of a garbage can. He drops from the fire escape to land precisely on its spine, kicks some residue off his shoes, eyes up to see if there's a window that can be forced open somewhere. It will have to wait. Under the newly-returned lights it looks as though something is approaching up the street: the shape isn't clear yet but it's fast, seeming far lighter than most of the creatures he's seen. He rolls one shoulder out, feeling the weight of the gun in his inner

[bodyreads]

[She swoops down with the grappling harness she has, landing nearby. The people are startled, raising their weapons. She holds up a hand and points to the fire escape.]

Inside.

["But that man--" they protest, looking to Claire. Cass ignores their squabbles, pulling down the ladder so they can go up. She'll protect them - and Claire, if necessary - while they head up to one of the windows. She pulls out two explosive batarangs, readying her weapons.]

[vinovidivici]

[ He turns back at the disturbance and grins at the girl with her ready pose. The world can be kind, even in times like this. With another person watching out for more incoming monsters he can move away from the group to meet the oncoming shape. The movement is like a cantering horse, but the way it holds its front legs is bizarre, too high, and the accompanying clatter is too sharp and doesn't fit with the number of legs. The Night Mare carries on its charge, ready to trample over the obstacle that has broken away from noisy crowd (and new shrieks break out at the sight, the group surging towards the fire escape).

Claire adjusts his grip on the bottle, smirking awkwardly at how inadequate it seems in a fight against something this size. Rather than hold on to it he throws it with marked accuracy when the creature is close enough, the glass shattering between its eyes and making it turn and rear up, shrieking. He rushes forward, his only plan to keep the monster from advancing any further. ]

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[refrigeratormom]

Mary actually has a habit of getting home on time, given everything. She tends to err on the side of caution, coming home too early and having an extra hour or forty minutes to kill. It would happen that this week she's been getting bolder, cutting it closer and slipping in with just a few minutes to spare. So tonight she's three blocks away from the Towers when the power goes out. Her first reaction is to reach for her new watch. When the light won't come on, she immediately draws her gun, loads it with real bullets, and gets against the side of the building she's passing- the better to not lose her way and blunder into traffic.

Then start the screams. Damn, she thinks hurriedly, mind full of cold spots and cattle killings. The Darkness. People are going to die, she realizes, and she takes off in the direction of the nearest scream.

[limitedrun]

Griffin hasn't been checking up on his NV besides his own private messages. He already heard from Carrie but he was still waiting on Sarina to return. Because he was so cut off, he didn't notice his NV switch off. He iss sitting on the beach, cleaning off his weapons. It's a rare moment of peace. It's only natural that it got shot all to hell. Griffin was perfectly content before a particularly large combination frog and snake descended upon him with no warning.

Mary won't make it too far in her journey away from the Towers. The Towers, as the name suggests, are a very decent height from the ground. They're perfect for jumping off of if you have a huge Night Naga in your grip that you're trying to kill without weapons. Griffin is falling through the air, monster in tow. The monster lands but ten feet away from Mary. Griffin, meanwhile, had Jumped out of the predicament. He is a couple feet behind Mary with his back turned to her.

"What the fuck was that?"

[refrigeratormom]

"SON OF A BITCH!" Mary screams, whirling around with her gun brandished in one hand. The other is held in front of her face protectively, blocking her from the unseen attacker. Suddenly there's a whip of brightness in front of her arcing with her hand, lighting up the scene - a flash of monster and man - before it goes dark and she's staggering back.

"What the- who's there?" she demands, but the one little tongue of light winging away to her side catches and suddenly she realizes it's fire, fire catching onto a garbage can and sending it alight.

[limitedrun]

"What--"

In all of the falling and madness, Griffin hadn't realized that there was a person nearby. Whoops. He turns and... why does he feel warm? He looks down and to his great surprise, realizes that somehow his leather jacket caught fire on one of the sleeves. "Gah!" He rips the jacket off and beats it against the ground to put it out. Fortunately, there isn't a lot of damage done.

"Jesus, lady, watch where you're shooting!" He has no idea where the fire really came from, but he knows his flamethrower is safe on the beach and the beast he just killed isn't one of the fiery ones. His next assumption is to blame the unfamiliar looking woman yelling at him.