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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!
loquaciouslyfeline: (cringing)

[personal profile] loquaciouslyfeline 2014-05-08 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Amelia wavers a bit as the air supporting her falls away, but Skulduggery serves as a crutch to keep her afoot. When they reach the ledge, she gratefully leans on it. Skulduggery's coat is dusty, but it cannot be worse than what the gash has already been exposed to, so she nods in response to his question and adjusts herself to the best of her ability to assist in tying up the makeshift bandage.

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.
skeletonenigma: (fightfire)

[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2014-05-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very." The word, far from being said with Skulduggery's usual dismissive tone or relatively cheerful candor, is instead said darkly and grimly. It has less to do with the pain - though that is substantial - and more to do with the facade of his usual attitude disappearing as his concentration begins to waver.

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.