The More things Change [Open-ish, Pre-podpop]

[governmentninja]

Leon was, somehow, 900 kajillion light-years away from everything and everyone he ever knew. But what was he doing right now?

Walking through a ruined city that was crawling with raging infected in an attempt to locate and rescue any survivors. Again. Not that this work wasn't his stock and trade, but one would think that fate would have something

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Standard disclaimer: Zetta is a legitimate serious character, I swear

[i_am_the_bafo]

The Overlord had converted his plaza into something of a fortress. The openings to surrounding streets had been sealed off with massive piles of debris and random crap Zetta had appropriated from who-knows-where. Oddly, the fort seemed to have no gate. Atop the ramparts, minions stalked about the walkways, weapons at the ready. And in the midst of them the book yelled out imprecations at the City at large.

"The fortress of the Overlord can't be overrun! Try it if you dare! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"

Leon, no one would really blame you if you chalked this up to "acceptable loss" and moved on.

[changelingdude]

A green bloodhound was picking his way through the city sniffing carefully seeking out anyone in need of his assistance.

This probably would be a great excuse to rally the Outsiders. Beastboy mused as an after thought rounding a corner, Do I just call them I wonder? Would they come? I mean it's not like we have to do much. Find the sick people get them to the med bay right?

[mynameisax]

The sound of hoof beats on stone nearby carried far enough to warn someone of the approach of a young and very restless Andalite. Well, 'restless' wasn't the right word anymore, he'd left 'restless' behind...ages and ages ago. Stupid, ridiculous ship! Upsetting his ability to track time! It was ridiculous! Infuriating! How dare Stacy do this to him?!

If only there was someone around that he could make pay for all these indignities...

[changelingdude]

Beastboy looked up from where he was tracking, the noise catching his attention.

What the heck? His dog vision wasn't so great so he shifted back to regular form to get a better look at this new arrival, it was like no creature, alien, mutant or otherwise that he could identify.

"Uh...YO!" He called waving his hand to get the persons attention, "Yo dude over here! Seen any sick dudes?"

[mynameisax]

< 'Dude'? >

Ax would have frozen, insulted to the core, if his body had been properly under his control. However, he was less coordinated than usual, and instead stumbled and nearly smacked into a wall; which only infuriated him further.

< I am not you're 'dude'! > he shouted in thought-speak.

[not_philistine]

Little more than an hour to go before he turns to stone again, and Goliath is still waiting for Rhiow atop the Vatican, keeping an eye out for infected to immobilize. To that end, the steel bar in his hands isn't a weapon.

It wasn't practical to ask Stacy for a wind to glide on when there was a virus to be contained, so, limited to running and climbing, he is facing the challenge of how to approach the human down below - the scarred prince who has retained in his rage the ability to produce fire, but not to control it.

If he is burned, sleep will cure him - but if a fire starts in the city, they may not have to worry about the virus anymore, but they might have to mourn the infected their lives.

[found_myway]

The scarred human down below lurches, not for lack of coordination, but because he is so full of anger and has no-one to unleash it on, and part of what's angering him is the loss of control of his firebending. Flames erupt from his fists where he flails them and occasionally he expels a flaming breath. His clothes are already singed from where he's accidentally set himself on fire a few times - not good for his temper.

If only someone would arrive - someone for him to punish for making him this angry -

[on_errantry]

Rhiow had been to the Vatican before, although not to its roof - it was simple to modify the spatial coordinates to pop out on the roof instead.

She appeared with a bang of displaced air and got up, shaking herself off before trotting over to where Goliath sat. "Shall we?" she asked, putting her whiskers forward. "I'd like to get to the podpop soon - there's been another one-"

That's when she smelled smoke, and other charred things. She leaned her head over the roof to look down below. "Sweet Queen Iau - I take it he's been infected?"

[not_philistine]

Forgive him if he's not as excited for the podpop, Rhiow. There's only one person he hopes to see when he attends them, and all these rounds of not seeing her there has dulled his enthusiasm.

"Yes, and I need your help to restrain him. We mustn't allow him to start a fire that spreads through the city. I hope you have magic for these circumstances, because all I have is this."

He hefts the steel bar. Good for clubbing people, good for restraining people . . . not good for stopping pyrokinetics from setting whatever they're restrained to on fire.

The Brig

[notadamndemon]

There were definite disadvantages to being stuck in the brig without an omnicomm. For one, Sam had no idea what was going on. Or why Dean was currently missing, though he figured GLaDoS had something to do with THAT.

That there was something going on, though, he couldn't exactly miss. And that put both him and Schmuz on edge. Which made him up and pacing.

At least the brig was well-built. Sam, Schmuz, Bobby and anybody else that was in there were quite safe.

Re: The Brig

[agoodomen]

Sam wouldn't be alone for much longer. There was a pair of steady, well pronounced footsteps followed by shuffling ones that sounded more like a dog. Just who these footsteps belonged to was revealed when Daimon Hellstrom opened the door to check on those inside the brig. His alien dog peered inside and started making an odd chuffchuffchuff sound as it approached Sam.

"Dog." Daimon intoned and it dutifully stopped in its place. With that taken care of, the Son of Satan turned to Sam. "Are you all right?"

[notadamndemon]

Sam paused, turning as Bobby rose from the bed and jumped down beside him. At least one of the last things Dean had done was allow the alien pup in to keep Sam company in the cell.

"Yeah, fine. I mean, nerves, yeah. Atmosphere feels like it's changed." He didn't want to think too much about what that meant for him. He'd always been good at knowing when things were going wrong. "What's up?"

[agoodomen]

There would be no easy way to say this. Not that Daimon would have bothered to find one in the first place.

"A disease that saps the mind of its ability to reason and causes unprovoked episodes of rage has overrun the City. Those of us who remain uninfected are being evacuated."

[psi_flames]

Jono had ended up in the City again just before it was shut down. He hadn't noticed that the City has been closed off, though, since the City was large and he wasn't feeling the need to slow down.

The illness had zapped his coordination, though, and Jono was gangly to begin with. Arms and feet didn't go the directions he thought they should and it was getting frustrating as Hell, especially when he tripped over another bit of rubble from an old building that hadn't been repaired yet. Bloody buggerin' shite, he shouted, pushing himself back up and glaring at the bit of offending stone. Wot the 'ell's wrong with this place? All fallin' t' pieces. Jus' like the rest of the bloody ship.

He tugged at the plantsuit, which had been losing bits and pieces since he'd come to the City, fever making him run even hotter than usual. Now the entire top was gone, exposing his ruined chest and the inferno within. The flames churned, flaring as his emotions ran out of control.