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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!

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Many of the restaurants and cafes of this sector were targeted and the damage it widespread here, with debris everywhere in the streets and the fire fountains, some of which have even gone out. Given the typical busyness of this popular Sector for grabbing a quick bite to eat before work, there are many injured kedan here, many already coughing from the inhaled mist as food is already rotting in the streets.

Given the trend more towards inorganics, this Sector is the least one hit by the smaller contamination bombs. However, several large explosions went off in an area that was used for producing housing materials and was one of the district's biggest employers, resulting in injuring dozens of kedan workers. While not as aggressively targeted, lesser bombs have gone off in some of the raw production textiles shops... like the kind you'd need for bandages.

The Metal Sector is the least contaminated by the smaller bombs and few organic things are affected. Instead, explosions have targeted businesses where machinists work, evidently aiming to restrict the ability for repair in the immediate future. Also suffering damages are common gathering places where the more technologically familiar Foreigners are known to gather.

By far the hardest hit of the five sectors, being home to both many restaurants and markets as well as the interconnected canal system. Specifically targeted by the smaller contamination bombs, the mist here is fouling everything it touches. It reaches the massive outdoor market in the southern part of the district and it isn't long before the entire Sector smells of rotting fish. (And you thought the sea prunes stank before!)

Wood is moderately damaged by both types of explosions though fires will need to be put out quickly before they spread to the precious trees of the sector. Said trees seem to be resisting the effects of the mold caused from the spores, with their leaves and bark developing a waxy coating that smells vaguely like camphor oil, though smelling that for too long can also make one dizzy.

The injured are divided into two main camps, those who have physical injuries caused by the explosions: burns, broken limbs, smoke inhalation. The kedan are a hardy people though, especially given their shapeshifting abilities and though they'll accept and be grateful for assistance given to them, so long as they can walk and not keel over, they'll be heading back into the fray to help their fellow citizens. The ones that are too injured will still contribute in keeping the youngest ones calm and cheerful and limping around check on supplies. Those who inhaled the black spores however, are in poor shape indeed. Depending on how close in proximity to the spore contact was, some are mildly nauseous while others are seized by shakes and fever. Drinking large quantities of water seems to help abate the symptoms, however with many water stockpiles now contaminated and the fresh water supply in the city also tainted, that may not be in ready supply for too long.

As the figurative and metaphorical dust settles, those who pursue leads on what happened will find the following:

The explosive bombs were comprised of a fertilizer mixture and fuel, almost eerily similar to what might be used in the world many Foreigners are familiar with. The fertilizer is what's used exclusively for agriculture across the turtle, specially formulated for flora that's growing on a turtle shell and available everywhere. The bombs themselves were designed for concussive force rather than injury, made to destroy parts of buildings (storerooms, etc) rather than specifically target the people inside of them or take down the buildings as a whole. The rapid timing of their detonations suggests they were all in place before the first one went off, meaning they'd been planted at some point prior to this day. Overall the bombs themselves are crude with simple timers and rudimentary containers but they were very effective.

The contamination bombs were smaller and comparatively, yielded almost no physical damages. They were placed strategically in storehouses and where there were known stores of food. Since the spores self-perpetuate, the current level of contamination far outstrips the number of originally infected places. The spores cannot be washed off, but can be killed by fire.

[Enjolras had been in the cafe les amis frequented, with his coffee when the first of the blasts hit, knocking it, and the table he'd been sitting at, to the ground. It was all too reminiscent of the Corinth, of the last moments of their barricade for him to keep everything straight. Where was he, really. What was going on?

His mind scrambled to make some sense of the situation for about half a second, as he surveyed the damage and then something inside of him that had been holding him back snapped and let him go, loosing a thread that had been pulled too tightly for a while. Straightening, because he could, blood dripping from his forehead where he'd been hit somehow, in the chaos, he turned toward the other patrons here, the french dropping from his lips as if at once as he made his way to the nearest other patron there.]

Reports?

[He called, while crouching by someone who appeared to be injured.]

We must ready ourselves for the next attack. If we can move the wounded where there will be nothing breached. Are the bottles prepared?

[The bottles in question containing the acids the medical students had been able to procure were, perhaps, the first sign that Enjolras was not exactly living in the current moment, but nonetheless, he was attempting to continue on.]

We might shore up defenses with some of what they've left us.

[So pointing out, he grabbed for a piece of table, preparing to wedge and stack it upward.]

I'd thought us better fortified than this, but we must make due, now. No matter. Let us show them what it is we fight for, and what we hold dear.

[Where was his hunting gun? Where were any of his things? Combeferre would have another weapon at the ready, yes? If he might find him. But first there was preparing, and hoping that more cannons did not rock so badly as this first had done. It was perhaps a vain hope, but nonetheless, here he was standing still, prepared, with his last breath, to defend the republic, and what it could be.

If only the republic of France were even HERE, of course.]

Amelia has been enjoying a pleasant morning. A rather delightful breakfast accompanied by a friendly conversation with one of the server kedan has put her in a good mood, and she is caught completely unawares when the restaurant she has just exited is engulfed in an explosion.

The blast slams her against the side of a building with a sickening crunch, her left side taking the brunt of the impact. Ears ringing from the bomb, she slides down to the ground, eye dilated in shock as her mind frantically races to piece together what has just happened. That she is hurt, and badly, is evident enough, but the extent is unknown. A growing wetness at her side tells her that at least one piece of glass from the restaurant window has been propelled into her.

As the ringing in her ears slowly recedes, Amelia tries to stand, but a fit of coughing from the dust prevents any progress as pain lances her ribs. More and more she is realizing that she is in dire need of assistance. There is screaming, screaming all around her, inside her own skull and it takes her a dizzying moment to recognize Taraja's wailing in her head as separate from the kedan's cries. In the distance, more echoing booms signify other explosions occurring elsewhere.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Amelia forces herself to stand, pulling herself up with her right arm - the left is hurt, likely broken - and slowly begins limping towards the nearby fire fountain.

[Hal hadn't touched his ring since his brush with a Sinestro Corps ring. He'd killed his counterpart, maimed his friends, and destroyed relationships. If Wonder Woman hadn't gotten in his way who knew what else he could have done. It was like Parallax all over again, except he had no one else to blame but himself. He didn't deserve the ring and that time in the Dream plane had showed him that there were at least other avenues he could take to be of use without it.

Except when the bombs hit there was too much chaos. By himself he could only help move the injured, one kedan at a time and while he did what he could, the knowledge that he had the ability to do more burned in the back of his mind until he couldn't ignore it any longer. He ran back to his place and pulled the ring and lantern out from under the bed, charged his ring and raced back into the fray. He's glowing green, evidence of the protective field being active, but he's still in his soot stained flight jacket instead of the standard issue green and black uniform of the Corps. That's still a privilege he considers himself unworthy of. But now he's able to hold buildings up, carry people and even sterilise food and he does so as he heads towards the one building he's avoided this entire time.

He doesn't know if the reason it takes him so long to get there is because he's trying to avoid it or if it's because there are so many people that need help, but eventually he reaches his counterpart's place.

He was picked for his ability to overcome fear. Hal takes a deep breath before hammering on the door.]

Hey, you in there?!

without ring
[Hal's got a piece of cloth tied around his nose and mouth while he tries to fight the fires and pull mold off the trees. There's clearly not a lot of thought gone into his own safety and he's just throwing himself in to do what he can.

He was always great at jumping in without a plan.]

with ring
[As much as Hal didn't think he should be using it, the fact remained that he could use it and it was needed of him. It would of been purely selfish of him to leave the ring behind when everyone was clearly unprepared for the bombs. Every little bit counted and he could do a lot more with the ring. One sweep could extinguish fires, sterilise the mould and he could even help carry the injured.

By this point, the cloth he'd been using has slipped down to his neck because he doesn't need it any more. He's still in his dirty and mould stained clothes, but the bright green constructs and the green glow that emanates from him say he's not running on normal human abilities any more.]

[This Hal as well hadn't been coping well since his 'death', and if anything was probably handling it worse than his counterpart. But what happened to him was a harsh wake-up call he was forced to face - the fact that he could never, would never be the same Hal Jordan as the other was. They may look the same and even have the same ideals and background, but they were never going to be the same person. And nobody would ever look at him and actually see him as the Hal he is, not the Hal everyone else thought he was.

Still, his own troubles didn't concern the chaos that was going on right now. He had been in his room when everything had begun, and superhero or not Hal, too, was out doing his best to help. He may not have his ring any more but hell if others were going to suffer. He could still do stuff even without his ring, had been for a long time. He didn't need a stupid ring to prove himself to anybody.

After a while of helping out Hal eventually returns back to his suite in order to take a short break, but before he can do that there's a hammering on his door accompanied with the last person Hal wants to hear anytime soon.]

No. [He snaps out before he can think twice about it and turns on his swivel chair away from the door. Yeah, like hell if he's going to talk to the asshole and pretend that everything is alright.]

Zelgadis had been heading towards the hospital before the bombs went off. Now, he was going to stop and help the injured workers at least until he was sure no one was going to die. Thankfully, Bianca had insisted he learn proper triage procedures, so he was just going to stay here until he was sure no one would die when he left to check on the hospital.

"Someone get me something to hold water."

Edited 2014-04-17 15:02 (UTC)

Iroh had been enjoying a cup of tea when the attack happened. Almost instinctively, he had redirected the blast of the explosion upward as soon as he felt it; he hadn't had much of a chance to use reflexes honed in a war where the enemy could launch boulders into your camp, but some things the body never forgot.

He started noticing the smell on top of the smoke, and, coughing, he grabbed his napkin and held it over his mouth and nose. He then started to look around for some idea about who had interrupted his breakfast.

... it had been such a nice breakfast, too.

Rex had awakened early that morning, having agreed the day before to help a local kedan garage owner move some rather heavy equipment and supplies. As strong and well equipped as he was, such a task wasn't much trouble and definitely worth a few extra juulan.

Just minutes after the last of the equipment had been moved, a loud explosion rocked the area, the strong, resulting tremors sending tools everywhere and causing shelving to collapse. There was a gut wrenching CREAK as something gave way outside and slammed into the side of the building, busting a large hole in the wall and scattering debris everywhere. Grabbing the garage owner, Rex pulled him under the nearest work bench and built out one Smack Hand to put between them and the crumbling section of wall. From the look and sound of it, part of the building immediately next door had at least partially collapsed and struck the garage as it came down.

Once the shaking stopped and it seemed things had settled for the moment, Rex threw off the bench and stood up, the kedan at his side and fortunately unharmed. As they made their way toward the door out to the main street and forced it open, the sights and sounds of chaos greeted them. Dark smoke curled into the air overhead, the street full of panicked kedan as they hurried to get away from the blast area, some of them carrying out injured with them. Hardly five seconds later, there was another explosion several blocks down and a few streets over, debris flying upward and outward, the noise causing the nearby kedan to scream even louder and head in the opposite direction.

It was about then that something Damian had said came back to him. About how one never knew when the stakes would go up. Well, true enough, but it wasn't like Rex was wholly unprepared for this. He'd seen his share of terrorist attacks back home, after all. And now that everything had gone crazy, it was time to go to work.

Rex gripped the shoulder of the kedan garage owner. "Get somewhere safe, now. Go!"

He then turned and ran a short distance before building out the Boogie Pack and flying straight toward the initial explosion's ground zero. If anyone was too injured to escape on their own or trapped beneath the debris, Rex intended to find them and get them to safety.

Hawke was already on the streets when the explosions started going off, though it was purely by coincidence. After an early morning job he was headed back to his suite with the ever faithful Notch at his side. Then the restaurant across the street exploded. The unexpected blast threw Hawke of his feet and to the ground. Notch lay beside him utterly dazed. Hawke barely fared any better but he pulled himself over to the dog to check his condition. Dazed and confused, but beyond that the hound was fine. He was bred to be tough.

An instant later Hawke jumped to his feet. Around him people screamed in terror or pain. Briefly he considered running to Daowei's bookstore to check on the clerk but immediately decided against it. He couldn't imagine the bookstore being a target no matter what kind of illicit goods one might be able to get there. Besides, the Water Sector has his home, at least as of right now. People here needed his help.

By the time Hawke was on the move Notch was on his feet and following. He moved as fast as he could, helping those still trapped in burning buildings or beneath rubble while Notch searched for more. As he rushed towards more screams and explosions, a diner to his right exploded. Hawke felt himself be thrown through the air before slamming violently against a wall. The world around him spun. Then the pain of something broken, or maybe many somethings broken, screamed through his body. Blood trickled down his face and through his hair from a gash across his skull.

A sudden, intense pressure on his shoulder caused him to cry out before a soft whine told him it was Notch. The massive hound bit down on his shoulder, dragging him away from the building and away from more danger. When he finally let go he barked and howled madly, desperate to get anyone's attention. Meanwhile Hawke just tried to stay conscious.

Edited 2014-04-17 16:06 (UTC)

[Peter usually slept pretty late. It was much easier to do here without having to wake up for school and all that business when he'd spent the night swinging and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. It was one of the few things that he allowed himself to indulge in and enjoy as much as possible.

This was definitely not a morning for that. And he knew it right away when it was his spider-sense that woke him, blaring and buzzing incessantly at the base of his skull... It was basically overloading the rest of his senses. That was how Peter knew something was going down just moments before it actually did. He'd managed to stumble over to the nearest window to look outside, just in time to see things falling from the sky. And no matter what world one originated from, things falling from the sky was never a good sign.

In that moment, it didn't matter that he wasn't in costume, not with his spider-sense overloaded the way it was. He managed to get a pair of jeans and sneakers on before he was jumping out the window, headed straight for where the nearest bomb hit. People were going to be hurt, and he had to do whatever he could to keep them from getting hurt worse than they needed to.]

Edited 2014-04-18 05:51 (UTC)

[Pain and fear. Somehow, this was something she'd never quite planned on feeling in Keeliai. (Sure, maybe in one of the other ports, but not here, not at home.) The sudden onslaught of feelings are enough to force her back into into her seat, curled up into a small ball. It hurts to have this many people around her in pain, she'd forgotten how much; waves of pain coursing through her mind. The continuing explosions only serve to bring back memories of Chichen Itza, and she just curls in on herself even more. If anyone comes hunting they might very well have to carry her out.]

Edited 2014-04-17 16:23 (UTC)

[Combeferre had been not too far away (as usual) -- and...well, it certainly was reminiscent of Corinth, and considering home had been on his mind more often than usual these days, suffice to say he was in much the same state as Enjolras.]

I've none. [His answer is cool and quiet, moving to inspect the injured person absently.]

Save that we should check for wounded, if there are --[There's a pause.] There are no rifles, I do not think they have run out of shot yet....

[Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurs to Enjolras that he should make it clear, and not only to Combeferre, how grateful he is for the presence of those here with him. For the moment, with so much going on, he's giving him a tiny, tight smile instead.]

Not out of shot, and no rifles here. Then we are going to need...

[That's broken off by another blast, this one at least not QUITE as close.]

Evacuation, perhaps? If we might find a safe place to do so.

[And lo, here was Eponine, too. She'd been dragged out for coffee, in an attempt to sober her, to get her out into the light again, after she had been hiding out in her darkened apartment for some time.

When the bombs hit, Eponine had been tossed to the floor, coffee scalding her leg where it dropped on top of her. The bombs- the noises of canons, the broken wood, the cries of panic- and there was the blond man who called himself Enjolras, the chief.

A piece of wood had hit her cheek, though she remained unaware that she bled as she looked up at Enjolras, and the man at his side. She recognized him, too. Carefully, she dragged herself to her feet.] I have seen no bottles, nor rifles.

Perhaps there is a back-way out, to get some out. [Her voice was lower, as though she'd taken on her guise as Estienne the boy at the barricade once more.]

[When bombs go off, the appropriate thing to do would be not to go towards the sound of the noise. But since when had Elizabeth been fond of the appropriate thing to do? Setting aside her latest project, Elizabeth dashed towards the door, flinging it open and running down into the streets to see what was going on.

From the looks of it- some explosion had rocked the streets. People already were injured, panicked in the streets. And Elizabeth knew just what to do.

Running towards the scene of the crime, Elizabeth tried to find the most important looking person.] I can help. I can help with evacuation.

Kaine was overhead, carefully using the crumbling buildings to swing past, when he happened to catch what Zelgadis called out. There was no real purpose to his travels, he just felt like he had to go and see where he was needed. This ought to qualify.

Releasing the web strand, Kaine did a 180 flip in mid-air to head back around and landed on all fours a few feet away. As he rose to his feet, he shot out of thick net of webbing, which he quickly crafted into a large makeshift water skin. To be frank, he wasn't sure if he was successful, but if it could protect him from a guy hurling fire, it should be able to withstand a few gallons of water.

"If this doesn't work I'll try again." He holds out the web container for the blue guy.

[As usual, Kaine had been training in the morning. His trip to the island of the Endai hammered home that there was actually some sort of war going on here, and as much as he wanted to plug his ears and ignore it like he usually did, he knew that wasn't an option. So he had been doubling up on his efforts to be ready for when it finally hit home.

He just hadn't imagined it would be so soon.

He had been lifting weights when the bombs went off, the shockwaves hitting his suite like a freight train and nearly causing him to be crushed by the weight he was holding. Instead he had managed to throw it just in time, ruining the mirror and the wall nearby instead. Not that he noticed; he jumped to his feet as soon as he could, grabbed his costume and ran out the door. It wasn't until he slipped the all too familiar black mask over his head did he realize it was the wrong one. He thought about going back, but the destruction in front of him quickly made him change his mind. There were way, way more important things to worry about right now than a damn mask.

The Scarlet Spider began moving from building to building, focusing on the ones still on fire and pulling as many people out as he could, leaving them on the ground for someone else to deal with.]

[Victor's on his way home when the bombs start going off. Thankfully he's not injured, but he's pretty horrified by the damage he does see, and the fires. For all he's been trying to keep most of his abilities under wraps, just be a fairly normal human, he's not about to let people die for it; he'll be moving far heavier bits of tree than most normal humans should be able to, walking into fires to pull people out, generally trying to rescue as many people as he can. Enough of that, and he'll be singed enough that metal will be showing underneath the more usual outer surface.

In between, he'll be helping put fires out, anywhere he can. It's not like he gets tired, after all.

Enough of his hard drive is clear to notice that the damage is pretty clearly aimed, though. It's mostly kedan injured, after all, and mostly kedan property damaged.]

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Event | Console Crash Chaos | Phase One

FIRE SECTOR

EARTH SECTOR

METAL SECTOR

WATER SECTOR

WOOD SECTOR

INJURIES & SAFE HOUSES

INVESTIGATIONS

Enjolras | Cafe | Open

Amelia | Outside a restaurant | Closed to Skulduggery

Closed to the Hal's

Hal Jordan | Treehouses | Open

Halcest let's do this

Zelgadis | Open

Iroh | Open

Rex Salazar | Open

Garrett Hawke | Open

Peter Parker/Spider-Man | OPEN

Molly | her suite | open

no subject

no subject

Mind if I drop in?

Elizabeth | Outside | Open

no subject

Kaine | OPEN

Victor Mancha | Around the Sector | Open