---. [location: everywhere] your time is tick-tick-ticking away

[lanterncast]

After the Doctor's announcement, the city has understandably been thrown into turmoil: with apparently a single hour to either somehow prevent the promised explosions or prepare to meet their various makers, the citizens of Taxon are responding however suits them best. There's always the hope the aliens will get in touch, but that's a hope that a

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[faderbroderson]

Godric, for one, is incredibly pissed off and is not about to allow some madman to kill those he's come to care for without a fight. If you see a blur of motion that leaves the sentinels a heap of metal in its wake? That's Godric. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to safely disarm bombs, but he's taking out their guards with disturbing ease and leaving the ruined bodies as markers.

[lanterncast]

"Mother--" Judith is, quite frankly, a mess--some of it is her own blood, from wounds that have healed, incurred from darts, rubber bullets at close range, and the edge of broken sentries; some of it is the wreckage of the robots she's tearing apart, and the rest is the miscellaneous grime acquired from being slammed into various surfaces at high speed.

"--fuck--" She doesn't scream when one of those bullets breaks her cheekbone, robbing her left eye of vision in a flash of pain and blood, she just keeps moving, her flesh rippling as she changes into something much larger and fiercer to literally rip it apart.

[faderbroderson]

Godric moves too fast to be readily recognizable when he snatches two more bullets aimed for Judith straight out of the air. It isn't until he lands in a crouch on top of the responsible sentinel that he slows enough to be seen. His hand plunges into the top of the metal creature as if reaching into something soft and buttery, and then rips out the electrical innards. They're steel-coated and sleek, but to Godric they may as well be spaghetti. The sentinel drops immediately, but he's already off of it and onto the next one.

[lanterncast]

Judith moves to help, but realizes immediately it's not called for; she hadn't understood him completely when he talked about how powerful he was, but now that she can see it herself she realizes that he was right. She could never stop him. So she stops, shifting fluidly back to human, and stares.

"Godric," she says, far too quietly, and then she raises her voice, "Godric!"

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean's multitasking. He's trying to help people get to that vampire guy's ship, he's looking for his big dumbass of a brother--as he's tried contacting him on the tablets and received no reply, and he's keeping an eye out for Toby as well. He'll be contacting the paramedic on the tablets.

His mother's missing. He can't worry about that right now, but every part of Dean is strained, and he's not going to be able to take much more of this crap.

... He also might be looking for Judith. He figures she'll be out on the streets.

[Voice-- to Toby's tablet]

Toby, pick up. We got a problem, I need to know what you're planning on doing.

[lanterncast]

What Dean first stumbles across doesn't initially look like anything he probably wants to see, unless he was hoping to find a nearly eight feet tall werewolf ripping into a pair of sentries. You'd think the fight would be easier, but claws can only do so much to metal, and the knock-out darts seem to slow the monster down - although with five of them embedded in its pelt, they should be doing more than that. The monsters snarls as it wrenches the limbs of one metal sentinel loose, and then roars as it expends its rubber bullets into the creature's chest. The other one is broken faster

[fudgingkillyou]

See, Dean wasn't even aware there were werewolves in Taxon. So admittedly, seeing an eight foot tall wolf tearing through the sentries like chew toys. Dean usually would be instantly suspicious, instantly ready to kill whatever monster it was, but-- but he honestly doesn't have time for this right now, so he's just going to let the thing do whatever. It's fighting the sentries, doing something that Dean can't do without injuring himself. Toby hasn't picked up yet, but he knows what the paramedic would say.

Either way, he's going to pass by the werewolf when he realizes who it is.

Shit.

If it was anybody fucking else, for god's sake. First Dean has to get his brain around the fact that the girl's a werewolf, that she's freaking been lying to him, and shit, it's just-- okay, no, Dean has to focus. There's not enough time for this right now. She's injured, and she looks like she could use some help, and Dean will deal with the fact that she's a werewolf later.So he heads over to her, expression strained, and drops down next to her,

[lanterncast]

Judith flinches sharply from the unexpected hand on her shoulder, and then goes into a coughing fit that produces a fine red mist both in front of her mouth and across her conscious thought. Being this heavily sedated is worse than being drunk, although her body processes it faster - she's also wearing more clothes than she might otherwise be, although her shirt for sure is a total loss, and the fact that her bra is black and clasps at the back is apparent.

"Nn...no, no--Dean?" It's hard to tell if 'no' means 'no, I'm not fine' or 'no, don't help me', but the spike in her pitch and the way she looks when she twists her head to stare at him are unmistakable: she's horrifed. "Fuck, you didn't--Dean, tell me you didn't see--"

[location - Castle Summers]

[beenthroughhell]

Tara is trying to find anyone who might have a better idea than her of what's going on, and fast. The series of... alarming transmissions have combined with a bad feeling in her stomach, like the sense of an oncoming storm.

She's pretty sure she can hold a shield around a small area; maybe a closet. But Tara's also not the type to start the spell before she finds anyone she can to shield with her. It's not perfect, but somehow she prefers it to the vampire spaceship idea on first blush.

[location - Castle Summers]

[freezecharm]

Piper is very desperately trying to keep herself together through all of this. The transmissions in the tablets aren't helping any, so shoves it in her jacket and tries to find her way out of the castle.

She turns a corner and spots an unfamiliar woman. Piper runs to her. "Hey, did you-- we have to go, now."

[location - Castle Summers]

[beenthroughhell]

"Have you seen any of the others? Buffy, Dawn, Sam?" There's a distant rumble - maybe something else exploding - that makes her turn her head for an instant, then she looks back to Piper. "I haven't heard from anyone via tablet."

[location - Castle Summers]

[freezecharm]

The sound makes her jump and latch onto the arm of the woman for a second, before Piper steps back and breaks contact. She shakes her head. "I haven't heard from anyone," she says. "But... but maybe they got out okay?"

She looks around her. Just where is the exit anyway? She should have familiarized herself with the castle instead of hiding herself in her room - but regrets are useless, now. "Come on. We should leave, too."

[ location: Cat's house ] ∞

[obscuronoctis]

It's fortunate that the security technology is advanced as it is, because Bruce would probably have just gotten Cat's door open on his own, entitled as he is; instead he just knocks, though there is a clear sense of urgency in it. He looks strikingly different than the man she dragged to the Valentine's Day party, wearing what looks like black tactical gear under an unassuming black wool coat. (And despite looking less than pleased, he's oddly calm.)

[ location: Cat's house ] ∞

[lambentstar]

Cat answers the door in strikingly normal attire and bare feet, her hair out of place and her face slightly swollen--suspiciously as if she's been crying, although if she was, she's over it now.

"Bruce," she says, and somehow she's not surprised, "Did you see? On the network?"

[obscuronoctis]

"Put your shoes on and get a jacket, you're staying at my place." So-- apparently that's a yes-- he ushers her back inside and pulls something out of his pocket. "I've cleared the surrounding area and it's structurally sound enough to be fine barring what he said about the bombs is correct."

[lambentstar]

"You must have, I figured--" Cat is responsive to ushering, easily; she seems to be in a state not unlike shock, where everything is a step removed, and she can consider it almost rationally. She slips into a pair of boots, neglecting socks, and takes down a jacket to slip into.

"I need--just one sec," she says, and walks down the short front hallway to pick up what appears to be, and is, a photo album from a low table. She turns and looks at him, her expression calmly despairing. "So we don't have all day, let's get going." She will, of course, follow where he leads.

[ location: 221B and onward. ]

[orderfromchaos]

Holmes doesn't appear quite as terrified as he should as he walks down building's front steps, carrying an oversized black satchel that seems about ready to burst at the seams. He's holding his pipe between his teeth, lit but waning, and his tablet in one hand, eyes trained to the map on display. Impervious to the chaos unfolding around him, he's shifting his gaze fixedly to a few key locations in turn; he can't be certain that any of them are worthy of special attention, but he's found himself making predictions nonetheless, and it's morbid curiosity above all else that keeps him staring.

"Watson," he calls, almost distractedly - he's yet to so much as turn to see if his friend has followed him out the door. "Hurry along before you meet the same fate as the curtains."

[ location: 221B and onward. ]

[stockholmes]

There is no need for Holmes to make certain of Watson's presence behind him - past cases had made it mandatory for the doctor to quickly be at the other man's heels, typically with a revolver or something of equal importance that had been forgotten. No such item is with Watson this time, but he's right behind Holmes nevertheless.

"And a bit of the rug," he reminds the man sourly, less out of remorse for the rug and more for the sudden memory that the linens still need to re-laundered. Watson dons his hat, following Holmes wordlessly for a moment or two before he finds that he cannot for the life of him figure out what exactly Holmes is planning to do about this bomb threat, when the perpetrator is, apparently, on an entirely different plane altogether. Impossible as it is to believe.

"I don't know if, or how, you're planning on apprehending the man responsible for all this, but I think our time would be better spent trying to keep people safe." Above all else, Watson is a doctor, and he thinks that this idea is a grand one,

[ location: 221B and onward. ]

[orderfromchaos]

"I don't know that he needs to be apprehended," Holmes admits honestly, voice strangely low. "In any case," louder, now, as if he's less concerned about being overheard, "I don't intend to be the man who does it. It shouldn't be possible, anyway."

As if he's just reminded himself of the fact, he finally flicks off the map setting, merely keeping his tablet in hand for the sake of hearing any relevant transmissions.

"I'd heard about that. I don't believe there to be many trained practitioners here; it would be wise for you to make your way to your preferred concentration of panic - "

He stops, hesitating for a moment as he finally takes in his surroundings.

"I, on the other hand, can be of little use to anyone where medicine is concerned."

[ location: 221B and onward. ]

[stockholmes]

There is something there that Watson is, thankfully, learned enough in Holmes' ways to pick up on. A message in the rise and fall in the volume of his voice, and Watson thus immediately drops the subject entirely, focusing instead on the latter half of the conversation.

"Medicine has nothing to do with it; she merely stated that she needs assistance constructing these devices, and anyone with half a brain can likely perform the task." He pauses, then says quite plainly, "I would much rather you come with me, unless you've other plans I'm not informed of."