my backbone is paper thin

[magnitudes]

WHO: OPEN!
WHERE: DeChima
WHEN: 18th-19th March
WHAT: Running alongside the events of this closed log, for anyone who wants to be in De Chima and see the cave-in! Or just deal with interactive mirages, or attempt an (unsuccessful) rescue or trip into the sink hole, or do anything in De Chima, basically. If you have any questions about this log or the event, feel free to prod me over here.
WARNINGS: please add any warnings to your subject lines!


On Saturday evening in De Chima there is a bit of a situation. Depending just when you turn up you might see different things. Perhaps you heard the quite boom underground and the loud crack of the ground giving way - perhaps you saw it, and saw the small group that tumbled into the sinkhole. There's a coffee shop that's lost several tables from its outdoor seating area to the little abyss that's opened up, as well as their sign that normally advertises coffee with terrible puns - getting indoors is possible, maybe, if you're prepared to skirt the edges of the cave-in. Getting out is also possible, but both options might be a little challenging.

Of course, there's the emergency crews trying to help, plans that (probably won't, because of Reasons) get very far, and there's also a whole lot of Vikings and Roman Gladiators and mirages of various kinds getting in the way - these ones will engage with those who run across them, though, whether peacefully or... rather less so.

The point is shenanigans, missing ImPorts, and probably some significant traffic problems, oh my.

Comments

[fourlevels]

[ Welp, that certainly was an unexpected way to end an argument with a pissy teenager. Viktor can't really recommend the method to others.

As it is, he's bent over the side of the new abyss in the middle of De Chima's street with very little thought to his own well-being as he shouts frantically and futilely. ]

Yura! YURA!!

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri had just been approaching to check on his two favorite figure skaters after the earthquake - just in time to see the tail end of that. ]

What the hell - Yura!

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor hears the familiar voice, his mind not even registering who it is yet in his blind panic for Yuri, but he turns his head away from the chasm beneath him to see if they could help— ]

—Yuuri!

[ And then it's nothing but a flurry of Russian, his voice desperate and frantic as he gestures wildly down into the sinkhole. He doesn't even realize that Yuuri couldn't possibly understand him like this. ]

[nextlevel]

[ He really, really can't. But - the shape of it is clear enough, he thinks. He dashes to the lip of the sinkhole too, looking frantically for any sign of Yuri. ]

I - I don't see him. Do you see him anywhere? What about his comm?

[fourlevels]

[ Oh, right. English. Viktor shakes his head as if he could clear the panic from his mind that way. ]

I don't—I only caught a glimpse of him by the time I got to the edge, over there. [ He points nearly straight down beneath them. ] He was falling so fast and there was so much debris falling with him—

[nextlevel]

We'll call the police. Or - or someone who can help. We all have superpowers,right?

[fourlevels]

[ Right, Yuuri said to check Yuri's comm too. Viktor fishes his own out of his pocket, nearly dropping it into the chasm his hands are shaking so badly.

He starts dialing '112' before he remembers that's the emergency line for Russia and he curses. ]

What's the number for America?

[nextlevel]

911. Try that one.

[ If it's the same here. He's pulling out his own comm to double check. ]

[fourlevels]

[ He starts dialing it anyway, hands still shaking and eyes drawn back to the huge pit below them. ]

Can they even help with something like this? What if Yura is—?

[nextlevel]

We still have to try, right? If there's anything we can do ...

[ He really, really wishes he could fly about now. ]

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor curses again, clearly thinking along the same lines. ]

Why can I only turn into a dog? Damn it ...

[nextlevel]

Do we know anyone who can fly or something?

[fourlevels]

I don't—I don't think so?

[ He can't think of anyone? But then he can't think clearly at all really, he's practically vibrating with worry. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri is mostly too numb to be anxious. Yet. ]

We need to find someone. Anyone who can help.

[fourlevels]

[ Well there's a role reversal, Viktor nearly having a panic attack while Yuuri is calm. He turns in place, raking a hand through his hair and tugging at it while looking around them as if someone will magically present themselves. If he's not careful, he'll spin right into the sinkhole. ]

Where is everyone? Why aren't the emergency services here?

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri sucks in a breath when Viktor veers just a little too close. Reaches out to grab his arm tightly. ]

-- Viktor!

Sherlock Holmes | OTA

[thevictoriandetective]

It was unfortunate that Sherlock saw everything.

One second John was there, and the next, he wasn't.

The detective stumbled back, landing on the ground roughly as it crumbled beneath his feet, taking John with it. It was honestly baffling at first, the sound of the cave-in and the dust and just--confusion--but it all became instantly clear what indeed just took place. He scrambled back up, eyes wide, half-ready to jump into the mess himself--

"John?"

He looked over he edge, hoping against hope he was there, hanging on.

Silence greeted him.

"JOHN!"

No. No....nonononono. This wasn't happening. He stood at the edge, frantic, looking back and forth, seeing if there was something he could lower into the chasm. It looked, as the dust settled, completely blocked off. A flash in his mind of John's battered, crushed body under the rocks.

"JOHNNNN!?"

Water. He needed water. He dashed back towards one of the buildings, finding a spigot embedded in the wall, a hose attached to it. He turned it on, and as a steady stream of water emerged, he used his power to drag the stream of water alongside him as he rather recklessly jumped into the sinkhole.

Blast. It seemed to be completely blocked.

"JOHN!"

He wrapped the water in a rope around himself, building momentum until it was under higher pressure, like a firehose. He blasted the stream of water at the rocks, in what he hoped was a weak point.

It did little except but make mud.

He then used the water to try and slide some of the heavier rocks away. By this time he was sweaty, all the more frantic, and muddy. His dark curls stuck to his forehead as he took his coat and scarf off, putting them on a boulder and rolling up his sleeves.

No. He couldn't lose John. He had to keep a cool head, which was starting to be incredibly difficult. He kept getting flashes of John in the well.

Victor...

He couldn't fail his best friend a second time.

"Please don't be dead. Please."

Moving the rocks was slow going.

He wiped his forehead. He was going to be here awhile.

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor starts at the grab, but stumbles closer to Yuuri, face paling when he realizes how close he was. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Now it's Yuuri's turn to tremble, the first hints of anxiety starting to bubble up. ]

Don't - don't fall in too. Please.

[fourlevels]

[ He feels it in the grip on his arm and it helps him focus on Yuuri instead of the screaming panic in his head. ]

I won't, I promise.

[ He wraps his arms around Yuuri's trembling, holding him tightly as if to physically hold him together along with himself. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri all but clings back to him. ]

... Do you hear that? I think it's a siren.

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor just tightens his arms, murmuring into Yuuri's hair. ]

Thank God ...

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri nods against him. ]

They have to be able to do something.

[fourlevels]

We should—should get out of their way ...

[nextlevel]

C'mon. Let's - let's go over here.

[ He tries to lead Viktor back away from the chasm. ]