EVENT/OPEN || Let That Fever Make the Water Rise

[setmatch]

WHO: Open Post for the Maurtia Falls Flood Event
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: BACKDATED TO August 3-9th
WHAT: Under the spell of Woden's SHAMTHEON, David has committed himself to causing chaos. And what better way than by wrecking the power grid, sabotaging the canals, and barricading Chilton's hospital to keep out anyone seeking refuge?
WARNINGS: There will be some extreme violence in David's thread with Logan. You have been warned.





A CITY IN CHAOS

It starts around midnight.

Maybe you notice that your clock has suddenly stopped displaying the numbers, or that the hum of a fan has suddenly gone quiet. Maybe it's the streetlamps, suddenly gone. And one by one, block by block, the lights disappear from the night. Surely it's nothing serious. Power will be back on in the morning, right?

In the dark, there is another sound. Slow at first, then faster, lapping at the curbs of the streets, rushing over pavement stones, spilling into basements around the canal. The water starts to rise, and it only gets higher.

By daybreak, the city is in chaos. The waters of the canal have flooded the streets, the power grid shows no signs of coming back up. There's people in need of help- evacuations, people trapped in flooded cars, everyone trying to climb to higher ground. And others may be taking advantage of the blackouts- people breaking into shops and looting whatever seems valuable.

In the wake of it all, it seems that Maurtia Falls is in desperate need of heroes. Too bad the citizens may not want your help...


SANCTUARY LOST

Should one look for sanctuary in Chilton's hospital- one of the buildings in Maurtia Falls with its own backup generator as well as enough security to keep the violent out- they will find the way is barred. A honeycombed wall of golden light shimmers across the main doorway and the windows to the first floor bathroom, blocking all entrance.

If one is lucky enough to have a key card or break through the barriers (it will take some strength), they will find that only one door inside the hospital is locked and warded in a similar manner- the door to Chilton's office.

And one might just here the whispers of what sounds like serpents slithering across the floor if one comes close enough...

Comments

FOR WANT OF A NAIL || For Persephone, Izuki, and Nikolai

[setmatch]

The crews trying to repair the canals and bring the water level down are, honestly, baffled by the work done to sabotage them. Water seems to be pumping in faster than it can drain, any regulations that keep the water levels down have gone haywire. In short? The system is sabotaged beyond mortal means, and it's going to take a while for the Natives to repair.

That's where you come in. Perhaps you can find some creative solutions to help divert the water- or perhaps you can at least help the crew from getting in over their heads.

It's time to sink or swim.

[namesaquestion]

[Normally, Nikolai would have fucked off to another place that wasn't flooded. But, a: he lives in this city, b: he lives in this city and is an import, c: he was told he was a hero (and he wants to be one, even if this type of hero-ing isn't what he thinks of when it comes to being a hero) on coming to this place. d; he has pokemon that could be of some help, even if he himself has little idea of what to actually do.

So, he's here. He's not sure how much help he, or the pokemon with him, will be, and as such, he's set golbat and haunter to either helping keep the crews safe, or fishing any unlucky souls out of the water.

Nikolai himself is on the back of his feraligatr, mostly for the view it gives, really. Complete with a safety harness that is attached to the pokemon.

He's not sure who else is around - it seems to be chaos near as he can tell, but. Whatever.] Anyone got bright ideas how to divert this and keep them safe?

[He means the crews working to fix this.]

OFF WITH HIS HEAD || For Logan, Danger, Utena, and Eikichi

[setmatch]

Fortunate, aren't you? To know what's really happened here?

Not some terrible system failure, but walking chaos, darkness, and violence, condensed into a newly formed God. One that some of you- that is to say, Set and Aion- might be quite familiar with. Apep said he had plans, and all the clues have led you to this hospital.

Good thing you brought along company. It's going to take a while to get through the general madness and crawling chaos that might be infecting the unfortunate natives trapped in the hospital with the serpent.

[grandtheftequine]

[ It was fortunate, really, that Logan was so familiar with the area around the hospital, as well as the layout inside. Set made good use of that knowledge now, following the quickest paths he could to avoid being caught up in the bullshit of the snake's games. He appreciated the violence of it all, of course, and the chaos the flooded streets had wrought. But even in Ra's absence, the task of defeating Apep was his duty. He curled his fingers around the warm gold of his spear—he wasn't going to waste time on the opening act when this was his headlining moment. ]

[mortalweapon]

[ Danger had been to the hospital exactly once. But with her perfect memory, that was enough for her to be familiar with the area and the layout as well. It helped that security was something of a forte for her — asylums and jails were her specialty. Her hacking ability was sufficient to bypass some obstacles, and where that failed, the superior strength of her mechanical body provided the brute force necessary. Steady progress in the direction of Chilton's office.

She turned the corner into the next hall. Which, by fate or coincidence, brought her to face Set and his golden spear.

No greeting — unnecessary, she thought, given the situation — but instead, bluntly: ]

Where are you going?

[grandtheftequine]

Snake hunting.

[ He's aware that's not exactly the answer to her question. He looks as though he's going to elaborate for a moment, but then a faint serpentine hiss catches his attention and he whips his head in that direction. There's a momentary and inexplicable illusion of some ancient desert predator on the hunt, as if the animal head Set is depicted with in imagery has appeared transposed over Logan's features for only a flicker of a second.

There is no snake visible to claim responsibility for the sound, but it's as good an indication as any that he was headed in the right direction. ]

I need to get Apep out of the hospital by sundown.

[andtherevolution]

[While Woden made them more powerful than ever before, they still had their own abilities to fall back on. Aion used that to her advantage, slipping through the walls, acting as a scout for Set to warn him of any potential danger. If all went according to plan, they'd be able to meet up again, and take down Apep for good.

Not everything went according to plan.

Aion found herself cornered by a strange man, a civilian driven mad by Apep's games. She dropped to the ground and rolled away when he lunged at her, and before he could get closer, she summoned a ball of fire in her hands. It made him back off for now, just enough to allow her to rise to her feet, but his fear may not last for long. She has seconds to make a decision: whether to pull the proverbial trigger, or find some other way to stop him]

[grandtheftequine]

[ She doesn't have to make a decision, as it turns out. The wind picks up around her suddenly, whipping her hair into her face as hail the size of golf balls pelts the man. When it doesn't immediately deter him, they grow larger until they're pelting him hard enough to risk broken bones if he doesn't flee. When he finally does, Set appears as suddenly as the hail vanishes. ]

Shouldn't you know better than anyone else that stopping for his distractions is just a waste of time?

[andtherevolution]

[ The wind blows the flames away and she brings her arm up, shielding her face from the hail until she hears the man running away. A sweet smokey smell lingers in the air and she sighs, half out of relief, half out of annoyance. ]

It's not like I had much of a choice. And if you don't want anymore distractions, then we'll want to go left - there's more of where that guy came from the other way.

Totally in the right place this time

[deathboss]

[The figure that steps forth isn't a god. Well technically, no, he wasn't...not in the way they were gods. What he had was something different, an inner power that managed to leave him unscathed by the chaos around him; quite possible because he'd seen such insanity before.]

I can't believe I'm doing this...

[With you acting like this, is implied. And yet an enemy of my enemy is my friend and all of that.]

peter maximoff | ota

[quickfingers]

[Maurtia Falls has been having a bad past couple of weeks. Months. Hell, she's been having a bad year over all - and Peter's been living there long enough to feel the wearing effect it has on the neighborhood but also to build something of a stubborn defiance. So yes, the power's out and he has a fridge full of slowly spoiling food to deal with but Rootbeer still needs her morning walk and he's not about to let gradually increasing floodwaters get in the way. Stubborn defiance, spite, similar things?

Either way, Peter's sloshing through a section of city block that's knee deep in water as if nothing's amiss and his companion is being dragged along by his side, riding on her own personal floating chariot. That or she's leapt off to swim over and say hello to a familiar face, to Peter's dismay. On the way back home, should you catch him looking exhausted and Done With Today by noon - he'll have Rooty balancing on his shoulders in something to keep her warm after her swim.

He'll smile and nod his head to people he passes as if his jeans aren't slowly soaking up his thighs and becoming lead weights and like he didn't almost just trip off the unseen curb of the sidewalk when crossing the street. He'll say nothing when walking through a store on elevated ground, leaving a snail trail of water behind him, too.]

Wonderful day, I know right?

[mortalweapon]

[ This machine is fortunately very waterproof. Which is good, because she's been making her way through Maurtia Falls on her way to the hospital to check up on things. But she isn't in such a hurry that she doesn't notice the familiar figure of a good friend, and she isn't so busy that she can't stop for a little while either. ]

Hello, Peter.

[ She sounds rather unfazed by it all. As if they aren't standing in the middle of a flooded city. Like this is just a normal, coincidental meeting of friends. After a pause, she glances down at the dog and greets her as well: ]

Hello.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's so happy, that for one fleeting instant he can spitefully ignore the flooding with someone else who seems to ignore it too. Rather than stare at him funny after he smacks his shins on a hidden fire hydrant. Water's the crux to his abilities and it wouldn't be a lie to say he's stressed, to some degree, because his inability to run at peak form has him feeling pegged in. Contained.

He smiles, tipping up his head with a soft hello and tugging the boogie board closer by the tether so that Rooty can float between the two of them; wagging her tail with a few short yips. At the moment she's bone dry because he's done his utmost to keep her comfortable.]

Rooty, meet Danger. Danger - this is my daughter, Rootbeer. You're now formally acquainted.

POWER GRID REPAIRS - OTA

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Dark streets, no air conditioning, no television or radio or phone, food spoiling in fridges, flood waters seeping into people's homes, and a wave of violence and looting. Jacob has spent a lot of time heroing in Maurtia Falls, but he's rarely seen it this bad without Soviet occupation or killer plants being involved.

There was a time when Jacob would have leapt into action after whichever villains were responsible for this chaos, but he's a leader now, and he knows that basic infrastructure and protecting civilians is top priority at the moment. He can be found at one of Maurtia Fall's charmingly smog-spewing power plants, trying to co-ordinate technicians and fire fighters as they replace the equipment that spontaneously failed, while keeping on ear glued to his radio to talk to police, paramedics, the military, other imPorts, anyone helping manage this mess. This would be hard enough if they weren't working by flashlight, and if water wasn't leaking into the building, and if people weren't suddenly erupting into vicious violence over any slight- more than once Jacob has had to knock out someone who suddenly started swinging their tools at a colleague's head. The gaggle of masked jackasses outside lighting cars on fire for no reason might be an issue too.

Summary: Jacob needs backup in the worst way. And maybe a towel too, because he is soaked from floodwater.

[yaaas_queen]

This backup may not be the one Jacob needs, but it's the one he deserves right now.

Actually, no. Jacob is a nice person who doesn't deserve this, but it might be the only thing resembling support that he gets.

At first it's a hardly noticeable disturbance among all the other rioting, where one group of agitated looters might suddenly surge away from a street into an alleyway, possibly following an easy mark or tantalizingly unbroken window. It's only until the blip becomes closer that a pattern emerges, one where the roaming gangs become fixated away from whatever is coming closer to the power grid.

It's only when the group lighting cars on fire that Jacob catches some odd sound, sort of like helicopter blades and police sirens but with a slick hip-hop beat that manages to make a few of the fainthearted looters skitter away, followed by the more aggressive ones starting to throw punches between each other when it sounds like one of them repeating Jay-Z diss lyrics from "Takeover."

All of this theatrical chaos might suggest a certain spotlight loving drama queen. But, oddly enough, it's hard to make out where the person causing all this confusion might be. It's only when a familiar voice rings out that Jacob might get a solid look at the direction where his backup has arrived.

"All right, which of you is in charge of getting this grid online? Because I have been patient through the flooding, the rioting, and multiple fires. But my phone is out of roaming data and that cannot stop me from live tweeting this bitch!"

In his defense, Gina is not dressed how she usually is. Instead of floral or wild animal prints, not even dark camouflage to get her ninja on, she's wearing a lot of beige and it's...almost difficult to pay attention to her? Like if you saw her walking by you would not notice her standing out at all; at least, until she talks which is always meant to draw attention.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Someone in a uniform moves to get this clearly deranged civilian subdued before she can go berserk, but Jacob holds him back. "It's okay, she's not crazy," he assures, then pauses for a moment. "I mean... I know her. Gina, get in here! It's not safe out there!"

And he gestures for her to skate her way into the power plant through the door he's holding open. Whatever magic she's working against the looters, he doesn't understand it and does not trust it to keep her safe forever. He also casts a disbelieving eye up and down her outfit.

"By the way, I have to say... that is not your colour."

Anyone else, he wouldn't think this was an appropriate time to say something like that. With Gina, the rules are different.

Apep / David Klein | Closed

[setmatch]

The King is Dead || Chilton

The hospital is the proverbial castle on the hill in this chaotic time. A building with its own electricity and enough security to keep the citizens who might flock to it safe. Already, the building is full of the bustle of people, who have not seemed to notice the stranger among them, placing his unusual burning mark upon the entrance of the door.

Where he walks, chaos follows. People, twisting in on themselves, good and bad luck sprouting up in equal measure. Things break, missing items appear from nowhere, and best of all? People turn on each other. The crawling chaos of his paralyzing confusion increased, making the men and women, the natives around him turn on themselves. On each other.

It's with soft footsteps that he approaches Chilton's office, leather and dark twill swirling behind him, the bronze chains across his chest clinking together so softly as he opens the door. The bronze serpent in his hair has a sinister gleam to it as he closes the door behind him, as he presses his flat palm to the place where the doors meet. Burning the wood with a new symbol.

"Chilton." When he speaks, it's soft, the scrape of scales on stone.
"I thought I would find you here, running your little kingdom."



Nightmares || For Chauncy
You said you wished to help me.
So allow me to finish my work.
Tyr and Set must be stopped above all costs, Lokison.

[notgood]

What's your work? What are they trying to stop you from doing?

[setmatch]

Checked the news this morning?

shiva (cassandra cain) | ota

[cassassin]

Towards the end of the madness, a heavy storm--unforecast and with no apparent warning--pours rain on a scant few square miles of downtown Maurtia Falls. It's not helping the flooding, though so far it hasn't had time to make things much worse. A small young woman stands at the center atop a light pole, surrounded by a ring of clear sky going about 20 feet in either direction.

Shiva sings as she stands there above the floodwaters. Though the words are nonsense, the song might fill any who hears it with the sense that all of this is right, that this destruction is the only way to progress. A snake is wreathed over her shoulders, a gold trident in one hand. Two arms made of fire float and move behind her own, a ring of flames behind her as she dances atop her tiny foothold with no trouble at all.

The lord of dance sees an opportunity in the havoc, and she intends to take it.

[shiva's takedown is already plotted out, but otherwise i'm totally game]

[pummelgranite]

She thought about declaring herself- making some grand entrance. But nah. She'd wasted enough time fucking around. She owed it to her friend to stop this. So there's no warning as light post crumples, dragged down to the street by the company of vines reaching up to entangle the artificial Destroyer.

[cassassin]

Shiva jumps free, but just barely in time. She tucks and rolls onto the roof of a half-submerged car with a wince. That's leaving a bruise. And of course, flames engulf the vines tangling up her previous foothold.

"Persephone!"

post-fight, post-decapitation - for Logan

[notgood]

He knows where David is, knows he needs to find him as quickly as possible, even despite his reluctance to go to Chilton's hospital. It's bad enough he never wanted to see his 'doppelganger' any more than necessary, but now of course, his hospital is where David's holding himself up.

Whatever. He can make an exception. He just needs to get in there, talk David down, and get them both out of there...

It's getting dark out. He knows David had a fear of sundown, worried that Set will get to him by then, but he can only go places so fast.

...And it may be too late.

As Chauncy approaches the hospital, he already sees a figure out by the entrance, standing over... another. Another person.

He picks up the pace, fear in his heart, for what he might be seeing...

cw gore ???

[grandtheftequine]

[ When he arrives, Set's face is tipped to the fading sunset, eyes closed and expression neutral. His red dress shirt—sleeves rolled to his elbows—is darker in places, blood soaked into the fabric and smeared down his arms.

David's head is in his hand, gripped by his hair. Head of the serpent cut off, the rest of his body left—spear still impaling him—in a pool of sticky red blood, dripping down the steps of the hospital's main entrance. In Set's other hand is a long, curved, wicked-looking blade.

Set doesn't look up as Chauncy approaches. ]

[notgood]

[His jaw drops open, lips parted in a silent gasp as he sees...

David's head. Held by the hair, gripped by Logan's hand. Chauncy's eyes go wide, and a hand flies to his mouth, and he has to look away. Bile rises in his throat, his nausea immediate as he turns to the side. He can't look. He knows what he saw.]

What have you done?

[The words are quiet and unsure at first, Logan probably won't even hear them. Chauncy looks up now, at the sky, he fears that if he closes his eyes his mind will provide imagery he doesn't want to see. He swallows a gulp of air, and repeats it, much louder this time:]

Logan, what have you done?