Event | Console Crash Chaos | Phase One

[cherrywood]

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.

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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!

Comments

[trainwrecked]

[ Bucky's emotions have been scattered, and worried, but the moment when she opens the door looking like that, they focus on Molly with a concerned, steady warmth. ]

Hey, whoa. [ He reaches to catch her around the back, without thinking, checking her out - for damage. ]

You got in an explosion or somethin'? And, yeah, I'm fine.

[ For the most part, but he's unhurt, and nothing special has died or disappeared, so. He's okay, right? ]

[magicalpadawan]

[And she's grateful for that, one bright spot in the middle of all the pain and shakiness, moving to wrap her arms around him.]

No, I just -- There's a lot of people hurt. I can feel them.

[trainwrecked]

[ It takes him a moment to figure out what she means - a moment during which he hugs her close. He can't quite wrap her in a protective hug, seeing as she's a tad taller than him, technically, but he tries. ]

[ Then he registers, remembers about her powers and their focus, and, oh, shit. The startlement spikes through this emotions briefly, and then he tries to actively calm himself, to make it easier on her. ]

I'm not hurt. But...

I think it'll get worse, if you stay here.

[magicalpadawan]

[There's a shaky laugh, and she steadies herself against his shoulder for a moment.] I don't need worse. It's already bad. [But she hurriedly adds:] It's been worse. [Not a lot, but there is certainly less death than Chichen Itza.]

Where should we go?

[trainwrecked]

[ Bucky opens his mouth to point out that it doesn't have to get worse for her, but then she asks specifics, and he lets out the breath, since she's... probably gotten through the argument in her head already. ]

Uh.

[ Intelligent. ]

Ever gone to the turtle's head? Or is that too much?

[magicalpadawan]

I've heard of it; never been. [She considers this for a moment, thoughtful and chewing on her lip absently.]

It might help, though. Just ...keep an eye on me, if you can? I don't wanna end up like, hopping in the water and thinking I'm a turtle or anything.

[trainwrecked]

I'll definitely come with, though if you like it, I might have to come back, all right?

I don't think it's like that. Telepaths've gone there before without that effect. So long as you don't try to talk to him, I guess.

[magicalpadawan]

Alright. I mean. You probably have stuff to do around here, I'm kinda ...useless, right now.

[She musters up a small smile.] I'll keep it in mind.

[trainwrecked]

Molly.

[ Bucky's voice is gentle, but firm, and his hands are on her shoulders as his eyes meet hers with steadiness. ]

Taking care of you is also stuff for me to do around here, all right? Knowing that you're safe's important, and when you seem like I'd better carry you until we're out of sight of the city--

[ You may be taller than him, Molls, but he can still manage that! ]

-- that's not you being safe. Hell, if something came at you right now, would you even try to fight it off? Your way, I mean?

[magicalpadawan]

[That's another thing that helps her stay grounded, and she keeps that little smile up, too, trying to be at least a little reassuring.]

You don't need to carry me, I can whack anyone with my cane if they come too close. [A beat.] I'd try. I dunno how good I'd be at it.

[trainwrecked]

Thought so.

[ He pauses, and leans in to give her a soft, soft kiss. ]

You'll be all right. We'll work through this.

[magicalpadawan]

[Which she returns, curling a bit closer.]

Sure I will. I've got you.

[trainwrecked]

[ He hugs her a little tighter, for a moment, then pecks the tip of her nose. ]

Let's get you somewhere that doesn't break you down.

[ Only after she acknowledges that does he move to open the door and hold t for her. ]

[magicalpadawan]

[She looks a little distracted for a moment, but nods and picks up her cane again.]

Yeah, please. I forgot how much I don't like this.

[trainwrecked]

[ He steers her out, a worried smile softening his features as he waits for her to secure her suite - or just close the door, or whatever in-between - before responding. ]

How much? Poison apple size, or big fat pumpkin size?

[ Distracting her? Distracting her. Also motioning the direction which he has in mind (to hire a bike, to get to the Head), without missing a beat. ]

[magicalpadawan]

[She just closes and locks the door before following along with him, and gives him a slightly amused glance.]

I'm leaning towards big fat pumpkin size, but I'm not sure if I appreciate being compared to a princess who can talk to chipmunks.

[trainwrecked]

You mean you can't talk to chipmunks? What's magic ever do?

[ Beat, a few steps later, ]

Wait. Princess? Is that one of those Disney things that I've been hearing about?

[ Yeah, he actually did see Snow White. He's never admitting to it. ]

[magicalpadawan]

I could, but I'd sound like a crazy person. [Not that she's not one, but she gives Bucky a darkly amused glance at that.]

Yeah, Snow White. It came out forever ago, you might know it. [....Well, at least he's distracted her enough to go for gentle teasing.]

[trainwrecked]

There weren't any pumpkins in Snow Whit...

I don't think there'd've been any pumpkins in Snow White.

[magicalpadawan]

Oooh, did you go see adorable Disney movies? [She grins and nudges him carefully, being sure to not lose her grip on her cane.]

There aren't, anyway, there are poison apples, though. ....Don't judge me, I have six little brothers and sisters.

[trainwrecked]

According to... other sources, only one of those was out while I ever could watch 'em, so, to say that I watched Disney movies'd be an outright lie.

[ No, not flustered. Okay? Okay. ]

[ He still offers his arm, for her to hold, anyway. Because that's okay. ]

I know the stories, sorta. I thought Cinderella was with the pumpkins, anyway.

[magicalpadawan]

Well, Disney things. Steamboat Willie, at least?

[She takes it with some gratitude, she's still a bit shaky, so it's good to have something to lean on besides her cane.]

She does have a pumpkin, yeah, it turns into a coach. ....Which I can't do either, unless you want an illusion and to actually sit in a pumpkin. Might be kinda gross. ....Anyway, she also talks to birds and mice and stuff.

[trainwrecked]

[ Innocently smiling. ]

Does she sound crazy?

[ And then he nods towards the place they were going to. Over the last year and a half he's basically hired bikes from... anywhere in the city. He knows the joints. ]

'scuse me. Gotta take care of our ride.

[magicalpadawan]

Well, I guess she would if they didn't answer back. [She promptly sticks out her tongue at him, but she's grinning.] I still want an answer about Steamboat Willie when you get back.

[trainwrecked]

You still might get it, when I get back.

[ He's not very sure that moving away's perfectly okay, but, well. He's not sure that the kedan running the place wouldn't be upset enough to make it worse for her in close proximity. ]

[ He's out soon enough, pushing a serviceable dirt bike, an extra tub of fuel hanging on one side. Not answering for now. ]

You ridden one of these, before?