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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!
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[personal profile] alterer 2014-04-21 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
She follows along, brow creased in a frown. As if things weren't bad enough. Nilin can only hope that whatever has happened to Hawke isn't too bad.

When she spies Enroljas and Hawke ahead, the woman quickens her step and moves to crouch beside them. "What happened? Hawke, don't you dare pass out."

That's an order.
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[personal profile] solo_patria 2014-04-21 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Notch found me as I got here from the other sections." Enjolras answered, stepping back to allow her to have a look at Hawke. "Broken arm, certainly, and he says that he hit his head when he landed. "

It was strange, finding another woman as he'd found the one in the Musain earlier, but in the other neighborhoods of Paris, and the remains of the other barricades? He shook his head, a bit uncertain.

"Is there something I might do to help?
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[personal profile] iwannabeadragon 2014-04-21 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Nilin's definitely a sight for sore eyes. Then again, right now everything was sore right now. He tried to smirk but with much of his face covered in drying blood from the gash on his skull, it probably looked more ghastly than it did reassuring.

"Something exploded, then I hit a wall, and now I'm here. That's as much as I remember." His head slowly rolls to look at Enjolras. "Find me a new arm maybe? This one doesn't work right now."

Behind them Notch paces and tries not to whine.
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[personal profile] alterer 2014-04-21 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Caught yourself with your head, did you Hawke?" She couldn't help but smirk. Nilin was worried, but she kept a professional air about her.

His arm received a quick check over and Nilin frowned. Her next words are for Enjolras. "Can you find me something to splint his arm with? My jacket can work as a sling, but we'll need support of some form if we're going to move him."

As she shrugged off her jacket, she looked back to Hawke. "How are those ribs feeling?"
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[personal profile] solo_patria 2014-04-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course." Enjolras agrees, and he finds himself looking about for bits of harder material, bits of wood perhaps, from signs or furniture, that might have blown this way for now. He's busying himself gathering those that are small enough, then breaking down those which are not, before casting Hawke, a glance, trying to smile.

"Ah, I think we'll need to see what someone with more training might do about THAT, but we'll do what we can just now. Will some of this do?" He is asking Nilin now.
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[personal profile] iwannabeadragon 2014-04-23 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It was the hardest thing I could land on," Hawke shoots back smirking at the both of them. Banter is good. It keeps him focused and thinking on anything else but the pain. He knows he must have a concussion or some other head trauma. Hawke has suffered enough injuries in his life to recognize that.

"They feel like someone is driving white hot nails into them so they could be better."

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[personal profile] alterer 2014-04-23 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Nilin shakes her head at Hawke, amused but still worried, and looks to see what Enjolras has found. From the small pile he's brought her, she picks out a few to try and sets about working out which one is both the right length and able to provide the support they'll need.

"This should do nicely. Thank you," she says, giving the man a nod of approval.

Her attention turns to Hawke. "As fun as that sounds, I'm glad it's only one of us feeling the pain," Nilin says with a smirk. "Now, the ribs I can't help with, but the arm... I'll need you to lift it. I'll help you."

But she'll need him to do the bulk of the work. They need to be out of this street and away from harm.
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[personal profile] solo_patria 2014-04-26 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I can help as well, and to move him when he is secure." Enjolras offers. "I've helped a little at the clinic that my love works out of, so I know enough of lifting and such." Not much in the way of bandaging, or treatments, but he can help as much as he is able.

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[personal profile] iwannabeadragon 2014-04-26 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Really? Are you sure either of you don't want to swap places?" He grins. What might have been a handsome smile look gruesome with the amount of drying blood on his face. Some of his teeth are bloody too, probably from cutting the inside of his cheek after crashing into the wall.

He takes a breath and tries lifting his arm. It hurts, but at least he knows his shoulder isn't destroyed or the elbow shattered. His teeth grit together though he makes no noise. Pain is a close acquaintance of his. They've had years to get to know each other.