cherrywood: (10. LANTERNS)
ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ᴍɪʟʏɴ ([personal profile] cherrywood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-04-17 01:02 am

Event | Console Crash Chaos | Phase One

Characters: ALL!
Date: April 17-30, 2014
Location: Keeliai
Situation: In an unexpected and bold attack by Malicant, the console system is completely shut down while food and supply locations all around the city are targeted by bombings.
Warnings/Rating: Explosions! Possible descriptions of related aftermaths, injuries, death, etc.

Shortly after eight in the morning of the 17th, the consoles experience a strange glitching effect. They'll display 15-20 seconds of static, interrupting anything being done on them at the time, before going utterly dark. No power, no signal, completely offline even to detection of their normal bio-mechanical signatures. No amount of energy influx will get them going again, though taking them apart (or trying to) will still cause them to melt into goo.

Within minutes of the console shutdown, explosions will begin ripping through Keeliai. The bombs are all timed as close to simultaneous as coordinating a city-wide attack can be, with many going off within seconds of each other, throwing the thriving morning rush into chaos. They tear into businesses and across public spaces, collapsing walls and blowing piles of debris into the streets. Places of high traffic quickly become evident as prime targets: marketplaces, hospitals, schools and cafes. The streets take only moments to fill with panicking, screaming kedan trying to pull their injured fellows out of harm's way. All told, the explosions take place across approximately a 10-minute stretch and their explosive yields are fairly high.

In addition to the bombs that cause destruction through their blasts, smaller bombs are going off around the city that specifically target food and water supplies, particularly where large stocks of it were kept such as grocers, produce markets, and the like. Rather than cause mass damage, these explosions spray out a fine mist of spores. Any perishables in their immediate area that are splattered develop an oozing black mold within minutes, eventually breaking down organic substances that turn to foul smelling rot and release their own mist, perpetuating the cycle. While skin contact with the mist doesn't harm, inhaling or ingesting it will produce shakes, fever, vomiting with a cumulative effect that has the potential to be fatal. It is much slower to infect the water supply but the sheer volume of rotting perishables will eventually put enough of the spores to taint water sources, approximately 6-8 hours after the original bombings.

The police force are out as soon as possible and within the hour are helping move the injured to safer locations with Evandau in charge, right in their midst and shoulder to shoulder with his subordinates. Not being stockpiles for any of the apparent targets, many of the Foreigner residences have been left undamaged and, wary of putting them in further danger by collecting large groups in public spaces, Foreigners may even be asked to take in a few individuals or a kedan family.

Despite the number of explosions, there are far more reports of injuries as opposed to casualties. The person or persons (or That Bad Guy) responsible for this were, for this attack at least, more intent on damage than on death.



LINKS
Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector
Treating the Injured & Safe Houses | Investigations | OOC Plot Post


OOC NOTE: Remember that the consoles and network will be completely offline for the duration of this aspect of the the plot running April 17-23, though Foreigner tech is not affected. Plot questions can be directed to this comment. Have fun!
denyamenti: (decrepit age that has been tied to me)

[personal profile] denyamenti 2014-04-26 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
The command of water was interrupted and the globule around him receded enough for Bakura to gasp a new breath before it began to crystallize, freezing over. The change in the Mandarin's method of attack constituted a new "turn" by the rules upon which Bakura's shadow magic acted, freeing him up for another summon on his own. It had to be something fast -- he knew he had only a moment of air -- so that meant instant and direct damage.

Spell Card - Hinotama!

Passing as though through a tear in the sky, several fiery meteors crashed towards the black armored one.

wrathfulkhan: (Mandarin: Moon Prism Power! // chatvert)

pretend I said yellow ring in the last tag because otherwise this doesn't make sense.

[personal profile] wrathfulkhan 2014-04-26 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Those meteors would have been really bad news for the Mandarin if he hadn't the wherewithal to avoid them. The super-speed of the white ring helped him dodge the fiery death from above with balletic grace, which brought him closer still to Bakura - within striking distance, in fact.

Fueled by incandescent rage, he swung a razor-clawed gauntlet at Bakura, aiming to knock what little wind he had left out of his lungs to force some more water in.
solo_patria: (Default)

[personal profile] solo_patria 2014-04-26 04:07 am (UTC)(link)

You...

[Enjolras blinks at that news, surprised by the fact of that.]

Even in the face of what may come, you...

Well. I suppose that we will see what comes.

iwannabeadragon: (Get lost in my beard)

[personal profile] iwannabeadragon 2014-04-26 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Notch licks Quintus' head and the turtle gives the equivalent of a giggle. Much of the dog's attention remains on Hawke though, watching his master for any signs of pain.

Hawke almost answers Akito but those final words stop him. His eyebrows quirk upward. Now that says a lot about the boy while raising an entire slew of questions at the same time.]


Voices in your head huh?

[Sometimes he wonders if he'll ever meet anyone remotely normal.]

Gash on my head and a handful of broken bones. Nothing I'm not used to.
corage: this job sucks (did not see that coming at all)

[personal profile] corage 2014-04-26 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
['Special' yeah you got that right, you jerk.]

You're in no position to speak yourself. [He snaps back without really thinking about it.]
denyamenti: (knowing that although my footsteps)

cw: drowning

[personal profile] denyamenti 2014-04-26 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Even though he could see it coming, Bakura had no way to dodge the blow, encased in the water and ice globe. He could only brace himself for the strike and even still, it was powerful enough to drive his breath out in a whoosh of bubbles, cracking at least a couple ribs along with it. The sharp sting of razor edges cut through his shirt and skin below it as wisps of red began to leak from beneath the cloth, wavering in the artificially held water like ink dropped into a glass.

And, like any being that needed to breathe and suddenly found themselves with no air, the thief had only one option: he gasped, and got a surge of water instead of air. Immediately he began to choke, his body thrashing in the water. It lasted several seconds -- though it felt like much longer, to him -- before he slipped into unconsciousness. Another few spasmodic convulsions before his body went limp and he remained suspended motionlessly inside the bubble.
dracobin: (Default)

[personal profile] dracobin 2014-04-26 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Immediately he assumes the worst. How could he not, after all that has happened in the last few months?

It must have been the workings of Malicant. It must have been like the statues in Kithika--Enjolras must have been transported, somehow, to another time, another place, in his head. Temeraire remembers his own reluctance to believe those around him then, even when they had told him the truth; he must be very careful now, he thinks, so as not to alarm his friend.

At least he knew him by name. It is better than nothing.]


Enjolras, you are not in Paris, at all; you are in Keeliai, and it was not a cannon that destroyed the cafe, but a bomb of some sort. Do you not remember? There is no-one here to fight: at least, not directly.

[He pauses to lever aside a boulder: there are wounded in the cafe, as Enjolras has said, and it would be wrong to ignore their shouts for help.] And I appear to be a dragon, because I am one; that much, I think, is obvous.
solo_patria: (Default)

[personal profile] solo_patria 2014-04-26 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
You...What?

[It does make sense, and, in truth, most of his memories, all of his memories of Temeraire, in fact, involve him as a dragon so that this is, well,somehow no great shock that he has always been one. The idea that this is not Paris and the barricade is however, something of a shock.]

Then you are not. You are still of Les Amis but that is recent to coming here.

[He can reason that much at least, and frowns, as he looks upon the cafe.]

It all seems so familiar, so like the Corinth I had assumed that, well, we were all THERE. And that whatever they put through here...a bomb though?

[Here, he is breaking off, frowning deeply, flinching as a thought comes to him.]

Oh God, the Emperor. But first, our wounded here. I...may slip back again. It happened a little after the...after we were taken, that it was hard to tell where I was.

[So saying, he's now kneeling beside the person Temeraire has pulled the boulder from and checking for a few signs of life.]

Combeferre is here at least. He will be better at this than I am, but...all of us are needed now, I think.
ruinsprofessor: (stare)

[personal profile] ruinsprofessor 2014-04-26 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
She appreciates his dedication, at the very least, and the fact that he's putting aside whatever issue he might have, if indeed there is one, in favor of handling the crisis. "Certainly, someday. Much later." And she'll have to ask about his magic, in return, but that can wait. "The drain depends on the spell I use. Naturally, the more serious the wound, the more energy it takes. A simple recover spell is only a fraction of my strength, but severe, life-threatening injuries..." She thinks for a second or two, doing quick figures. "I could manage perhaps fifteen before being sapped of spiritual energy. In quick succession, that is. Typically my artes work fast, but they use my own energy in concert with the patient's own natural healing factor-- thus the faster my patient would heal on their own, the more efficient my artes are."

Her free hand moves to rest over her sternum while she's saying this, about where a pendant might hang underneath. It's an unconscious gesture, and she moves her hand to the pocket of her jacket as soon as she notices. "Certain foods, a medicine I have a very limited supply of, and sleep are the best ways for me to regain energy." The less effective methods, such as clocking things with her staff, are usually not efficient enough to be viable, so she doesn't bother mentioning them.
wingedwarrior: (I didn't so shut up)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2014-04-26 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
(WELL AREN'T YOU A LITTLE BALL OF USEFULNESS she doesn't say out loud.) Hey, be careful, okay? I don't want to have to scrape you off the walls!

(Shayera, meanwhile, will be putting all of these buckets to use and putting out the fires. Anything that could make Walker's task even a little easier. Saving people is, after all, much easier to do when flames aren't violently lashing out at you.)
wingedwarrior: (did I fucking stutter)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2014-04-26 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Damn. (She helps some of the more terribly injured ones takes seats on the reaming rubble around what used to be a building.) We can't just focus on one group. We need to spread out and get more people out of those buildings, but we need the injured to be safe.

(This is one of the reasons Shayera misses the League. A few could handle medical and relocation, while the others dealt with the more physical problems. Here, there isn't much.)
bonjourguignon: (pic#6843382)

OTA | Bossuet/L'Aigle/Lesgle

[personal profile] bonjourguignon 2014-04-26 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Bossuet didn't know what hit him, but the misty sort of smoke surrounding him wasn't what muffled the sounds of the shouts and screams coming from outside. Ears ringing, body aching, he shoved splintered crates that had once held oranges off himself with a pathetic sort of cough.

Smoke always rose, right? Joly had mentioned that once before, when Grantaire had gotten just a little too enthusiastic about his tending to the stove. It was better to take a breath while he was still nearer to the floor, so that would be what he'd do, a nice, deep one until he could get his tattered sleeve over his mouth and nose and find his way out of the fruit shop.

But something was off. The roar of what he had thought to be fire faded away with the ringing in his head; there was no flickering of flames or change in temperature about him. Curiouser still, with his face so close to the floor, there was no mistake: those golden oranges and pearly grapes, fresh and plump as they had seemed all of a minute or two ago, were virtually melting into a dark, black mold.

Mid-breath, Bossuet saw too late as one of them burst into a foul-smelling mist of were those spores? right beside his cheek. He half-sneezed, half-coughed in response, and swiftly stood, drawing his arm over his mouth and nose -- before realizing that his sleeve, too, had been covered in bits and pieces of produce from the initial explosion, which were darkening already. Panicked, he clapped his other hand over his nose and mouth, instead, and groped his way out of the shop, as miniature clouds of dark spores erupted about him with each step.

Ahh, bonjour, Guignon! It has been a long while, non? he thought wryly to himself, coughing as he stumbled out of the building at last.
burnseternal: (Default)

[personal profile] burnseternal 2014-04-26 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
I believe I can help with that, [he says, gently putting the man down outside for another to attend to him. Stepping back inside the building, he curls his hand into a fist and brings the ring up to his mouth, speaking into it.]

Ring, scan the building for survivors.

Seventeen survivors found at the following coordinations.

[The ring rattles off the pertinent coordination and Saint Walker listens carefully, dropping his hand back to his side once it's done.]
burnseternal: (Default)

[personal profile] burnseternal 2014-04-26 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, Shayera won't have to be scraping Saint Walker off the walls anytime soon, but that doesn't make her efforts any less appreciated. Saint Walker may be able to bear the brunt of the flames, but those he seeks to help cannot; if not for Shayera, he doesn't doubt that some would have burned to death before he was able to reach them.

He doesn't often wish that Blue Lanterns were in possession of the power of their green brothers, but today is one of those days. There are so many to save, and so many already lost. If she cares to check in with him after she's through, she'll find plenty of survivors just outside the building, but no Saint Walker - he's still inside, combing the building for that one last survivor that his ring insists is still in there.]
burnseternal: (affable)

[personal profile] burnseternal 2014-04-26 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Saint Walker seems satisfied with the change of subject, and so he is - anything that won't get Hal Jordan too worked up to focus on his duty is fine by him. He wishes that they could make each other's acquaintance underneath better circumstances, but what they're lacking in pleasantries, they more than make up for sheer usefulness. Just as Hal can use Saint Walker's boost, Saint Walker is using the extra kick in power to do his part.]

I am familiar with a version of you, yes. I am from the same universe as Aya. Are you from Lantern Kyle Rayner's universe, or are you of a fourth, different universe?

[Between his and Aya's universe, the young Hal Jordan's universe and Kyle Rayner's universe, things start to become a little muddy, and he wouldn't be surprised to hear that things stand to become muddier still.]
burnseternal: (Beseeching)

[personal profile] burnseternal 2014-04-26 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
They are at that, [Saint Walker says, voice grave.] But there are many who have already sought out shelter. Come, I will show you the way.
neverdanced: (095★)

[personal profile] neverdanced 2014-04-26 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
In that case it's good that the shrapnel hit me and not anyone else.

[He manages a self-depreciating smile at that.]

You're the first I've run into. I'm sure they're doing the same as us; doing what they can to help.

[Because Steve won't consider any other possibility.]
trainwrecked: (We-ell!!)

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-04-26 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there haven't been any explosions since that first round, actually. Just try not to eat anything, food just... can make you really sick. Water, too. Haven't actually checked on the alcohol, yet.

Wanna grab a coat or something?

[ Not that it was cold, but just in case. Coat, purse, whatever. He could wait. ]
trainwrecked: (Arrival)

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-04-26 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lois, then. Bucky, Bucky Barnes. I, uh." He stands a little bit at attention, meeting her eyes steadily. "Wanted to tell you your work here's appreciated. Really means a lot in any blackout."

Because this isn't his first blackout, even if it may be the first while in Keeliai.

"Don't know if many people take the time to let you know."

And he's brought more than words, to show the appreciation. It only seems fair - she lets the people working on whatever they can do not waste time where it's not needed, and focus on the areas where their efforts are most in demand. It might make a difference for somebody's life, or a lot of people getting what they need. So, yeah.

That's not quite the only reason he's shown up for, but he thinks it takes precedence.
survival_isnt_living: (Raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] survival_isnt_living 2014-04-26 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadly, it's not that kind of 'a lot' that Septimus meant, and he does eye the boy a little skeptically. "Could you manage moving a full-grown person? Or find a way to use it to move more than one person safely?"

He hates to ask it, and hates seeing the resolve melt--but he does need to know. "Not just water--bending. Bandaging, anything like that?"
survival_isnt_living: (Burden of leadership)

[personal profile] survival_isnt_living 2014-04-26 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's more than most. It'll have to do." He pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. "I don't suppose your water abilities include healing."

So far only Aang's benders can do that. (Besides Septimus himself, of course.) But he can hope. Frankly, he refuses not to.
6collegecredits: (listening)

[personal profile] 6collegecredits 2014-04-26 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. Just give me a second.

[She she dashes into the other room only to return with a jacket and her taser in her pocket. Just in case.]

Ready when you are.
jondrette: (Default)

[personal profile] jondrette 2014-04-26 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not fear death, m'sieur. To fear it would be foolish, if you live as I do.

Now, come! I shall find us an exit. [With that, she moves to find a way to get the civilians out]
trainwrecked: (Arrival)

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-04-26 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't his idea, remember? But sometimes he does use foreigners.

And, sometimes, he arrests and keeps them for a bit if he catches them 'interfering.' Sure, that one hasn't happened in a while, but it was a thing during the gang war. And even with it, he missed something pretty big.

[ Beat. ]

Which you caught.
beunbroken: (not happening nope)

[personal profile] beunbroken 2014-04-26 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, [She said, frowning slightly. It was clear that Shayera didn't think her capable of much help, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to help, anyway.]

I'll keep taking care of the survivors. If any of them are able-bodied enough, I can send them to help you.

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