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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!
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!
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"I suppose you're doing this, then," she comments, teeth grit. With her bearings a little more set, and the learned fear of floating off into the emptiness of space quashed, Amelia lets her arm fall back to her side. The dust is settling, but the black spores are still floating around and seeming to increase in number.
"Water would be wonderful right now, yes." Her throat is very dry.
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His idea was to use his hat as a container for the water, but Skulduggery quickly realises he must have lost that hat in the blast. He spares it a brief moment of regret. With options limited, and only one arm, Skulduggery ends up lifting his foot so that he can nudge his shoe off with the surrounding air. He then condenses the moisture in the air until the shoe fills to the brim with the cleanest water in the area.
"I apologise in advance," Skulduggery says, sending the shoe drifting over to Amelia's head.
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It doesn't taste as badly as she imagined it would, likely because bones do not produce the odors that would otherwise foul footwear, but the leathery touch added by the shoe makes her crinkle her nose in mild disgust. She drinks only enough to satisfy her parched throat, before handing it back.
"There's a hospital around. If you could help me there, that'd be grand." As she speaks, Amelia steadily begins orienting herself upright to make a semblance of walking; she hates feeling utterly helpless, and she can walk. She just needs some assistance to combat the pain and beginning dizziness from the sluggishly oozing wound at her side.
Not to mention the faint beginnings of nausea. The spores are growing thicker and thicker.
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As Amelia tries to lever herself to her feet, Skulduggery helps with the air. It's not quite as smooth as he'd like it to be; he's just lost a limb, which is as painful as one might imagine and as mentally draining as the physical pain. Skulduggery's control over his magic is wavering. He thinks about trying to retrieve his arm, or his shoe, and all that does is tire him out faster.
He's a living skeleton. He's not meant to get tired.
"I've seen it," Skulduggery remembers. "The Eshai Memorial Hospital." He doesn't say what he's really thinking - that if this is the attack he believes it to be, the hospital will quite definitely have been hit too. There might be nothing left to help Amelia to. But it's as good a place to start as any, since medical efforts are going to start there either way. "Do you remember where it is?"
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To her embarrassment, her legs are not quite as sturdy as she would like, shaking when she finally puts weight on them again. "Metal Sector, I believe," she manages get out, most of her concentration being put into not falling over or giving into the growing feeling of sickness in her stomach. "And quickly, I think, is the word of the hour."
Amelia is putting on her best show of self-sufficiency, but it's clear she's not going to be able to keep herself afoot for long. She's tough, but even so she can be overwhelmed, much as she's loathe to admit it.
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A few moments later, and he's guided her over to the ledge, allowing her to put all of her weight on that. Then he slips off his coat, trying to ignore how torn and dusty it now is, and leans down to tie it tightly around her open wound. A makeshift poultice would help her much more than a single hand, particularly with how weak Amelia's growing. "Would you mind helping me tie the knot?" he asks, pulling the one sleeve as tight as he can.
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It's an awkward affair, but somehow they manage out a reasonable, if crude, bandage. Amelia rests her weight against the ledge for a moment more, composing herself. It'll be a grueling slog to the hospital, she knows, and it's not something she is anticipating with any sort of glee. To distract herself for a moment, she bobs her head in the direction of Skulduggery's missing arm.
"Does that hurt at all?" She's not sure if a living skeleton can even feel pain.
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Perhaps, he reflects, that's why he's helping Amelia at all. Not out of the kindness of his nonexistent heart, but out of a lingering desperation to avoid the alternative.
He spots an upturned cart several metres away from the blast site, and gestures to it. "If we make it over there, I can find someone to push you the rest of the way."
He has an arm to find, after all. His hat, as well.