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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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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.
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And that upbringing makes her respect individual soldiers and the profession, even if she has less than warm feelings for or relations with army brass. (For some reason, they just don't like hot-shot investigative reporters.)
"Thank you," she replies, more than a little touched. "We don't do it to get thanked. Obviously a certain someone wants communications down; at least we can do this much to spit in his eyes.
Besides." She grins, lopsided. "I've spent too many years in journalism to let anyone keep me from getting the word out however I can."
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"I, uh, don't know how your supply lines are, right now, since that's anther thing he wants down so I, uh." He holds out his sack. "If you need it. Non-contaminated."
asdflk guess what movie I just saw
"He's got a firm grasp of strategy, I'll give him that," she admits. "I'm not nearly fool enough to say no to that. Thanks--there are definitely going to be people here thanking you for this."
And if it doesn't look like the radio staff will need it themselves, Clark doubtless knows where to take any excess to feed others who need the relief.
good times, good times.
A moment, and he straightens up to attention again.
"I think I've also got something to say that people might wanna know, and I can't exactly tell them as before." A small, lopsided smile. "There'll be new people coming around Keeliai, people who can teach magic. Who can help. I think it's better that people not freak out about little grey people with ears long enough to tie behind the nape of their necks, when they're really - friends."
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The original eyebrow is quickly joined by another, as that is well and truly bizarre. "Well," Lois says after a moment of bafflement, "I think a lot of us had seen weirder even before we got here. After turtles we live on, some talking turtles living on the giant turtle, any number of unfamiliar magic types, and unseen enemy, I expect that won't be nearly as weird as it would have been for most people to begin with."
Leaning against a counter, she tilts her head at him curiously. "So what's the story with these little grey people?"
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He raises his arms, for a moment. "Before here? My top weird achievement was a freak who had a head that was a red skull. I hear he's kind of finished, back home, though. But, yeah, here... I just wanted to make sure they'll be all right."
As much as anyone can be, in this mess.
"They, uh. Had some trouble with their President. Like, public execution for saying the Big Bad's back kind of trouble. Then he was found - the President, obviously, we'd be too lucky, otherwise - in the middle of a bloody ceremony, dead. I guess most of the people who'd bought into his party line thought better of it, after that."
That is the story. Or most of it.
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Black Mask makes her think of Steph Brown, though, and not something she wants to dwell on long. She misses that girl.
Despite the seriousness of the topic, Lois can't help but snort with dry amusement. "It's the sort of thing to encourage a different perspective," she agrees. "So now they want to help kick the archvillain out. Any idea what kind of magic they're teaching?"
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"You're from the same place..." He hesitates, frowning slightly. As far as he remembers, Steph didn't say it'd been Stephanie Brown who'd been tortured. It was Robin, but that would be... complicated. "... as Batgirl, aren't you."
Yeah. He misses her, too. Lots.
"Uh. Our was a Nazi scientist?" I hear he got taken care of, so there's that, at least.
His face doesn't exactly reflect the amusement, but he nods. "Yeah, about the change of perspective. Magic... Magic isn't really my thing, but, yeah, I hope they help. I know somebody there made a gun which shot little individual spells at people, rather than bullets, but I gather he was sorta an outsider."