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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Sector Zero, OPEN

[madeinoblivion]

Joe is setting up for Friday night's entertainment set, a local band that's just started up, recently denied a recording contract with AGI only because the drummer's parents were SERO affiliated.

...they're not too shabby a sound, not the best out there, but a neutral club takes what it can get

Skye Medical Center, Night Shift

[gaveherwings]

Of all the nights to be called in to cover a shift...

The hospital walk-in clinic's waiting room were nearing capacity close to sirens, the usual droves of homeless seeking shelter sprinkled with some of the legitimately sick, injured, or otherwise unwell, some of whom had been sitting around restlessly for hours, now sour that they wouldn't be getting through with their visit in time to be home for the evening.

An average night at Skye. The seasonal, halloween-related stupidity hasn't quite set in yet, thankfully

OPEN

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine hasn't been feeling very well since he ran out of the pills. He can't sleep again, and he feels sick, but he still ends to function. He doesn't mean to be out this close to dark, but without the sirens he gets caught out.

He doesn't have any weapons and the panic makes him push away how desperate and sick he feels. The only thing he can do is try to find a place to hide, but as the Darkness surrounds him there's nothing that he can do on his own.]

[aintnorain]

[There's blood on Fred. Some of it nay be hers. She looks tired and worn, but she's fought off a few of these things. It's at some point she sees the young man being cornered. Fred doesn't ask, she just acts. Using her axe, she diflects the attention of the Darkness away from him.

There's several minutes of a violent struggle before the thing slumps to the floor and lies motionless.] You okay?

[mediumdrip]

[It takes Blaine a moment to realize he's been saved.] I'm... [He's in one piece, but panic choking him means that he's not exactly 'okay'. Blaine goes to her, checking her out because of the blood, but he's so grateful to] Are you? Thank you. Thank you so much.

[aintnorain]

[He's just a boy. Fred moves to put an arm around him.] I'm Fred. And I can promise you're safe now. Where do you live? Is there anywhere you can go that's safe?

HoA (Border: Sectors 4 & 9), OPEN

[frosty_mind]

[A blond woman stepped from a closed lit porch onto a set of stairs and methodically shoots several times. When she swings the door open again, several people rush towards the apparent entrance. She pauses to let them in, letting off three more shots and closing the door behind the last. With the outer door shut, Emma opens the inner door to give the latest round of guests a place to stay.]

[Visitors who don't already know better are being told there's a reserve tank of water, but it has to be conserved: only flush solid wastes, even two-minute showers wait till morning unless you're truly filthy, etc.]

Open!

[unmantled]

[ It's something to hit. Something to punch. Something to rage at and scream at and fight like it deserves to be fought. Like Sylar deserves to be fought.

He's fighting blind; fighting angry enough that even the screams down below the roof just feel like a goad. As long as he's up here he doesn't have to go home. ]

Re: Open!

[boundbytreason]

[From down in the streets, Caster watches a boy indulge in violence and vent his rage. However, her hood conceals the observation of her eyes, and every now and then, she sweeps back her arm, uttering an incantation to spell out the destruction of a creature that dares to approach her.

The monsters of the Darkness aren’t strong enough to overtake her, but they weren’t worth her attention in the first place.

It’s the boy on the rooftop.

In the pitch-black dusk, it’s difficult to make out his form, but from what little she can glean from the moonlight, she watches him.

It’s clear to anyone that he isn’t fighting calmly. She waits for him to make a mistake, one little slip-up from losing his head. When that time comes, she’ll come to help him.

And if that doesn’t happen? She’ll still come to him. Likely, by then, it will have been ten minutes, but she intends to use an alternative manner of greeting. After all, how could she possibly leave such a raging tiger all by himself?]

[unmantled]

[ It's pretty much only a matter of time until he slips it up somehow. He doesn't feel the eyes on him; isn't really feeling anything except the dead rush of fists on flesh. He throws himself at the edge of the roof and onto one of the flying things, but it bucks too fast and by the time he gets a line fired off he's falling past the edge into open air. ]

[boundbytreason]

[ The folds of her robe part like falling waters, and a darkly gloved finger emerges to point at his quickly descending figure. She doesn't need an incantation for this one. It's like levitation in reverse, an invisible force that controls and slows his descent until he gently reaches the ground without harm.

She deliberately sets him close to her -- this way, she can take a step forward, extend her arm, and set her hand on his shoulder. She trusts the inky blackness of the Darkness and her heavy robe to conceal and distort her form. She wanted him to feel her sudden touch and, in his rash anger, mistake her as a threat, as another monster lurking about the city.

Perhaps he would fail her expectations, but she could only hope that he wouldn't disappoint. ]