towerofanimus | Breach

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Breach

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Setting: EVERYWHERE
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Summary: The tower is shaking and something wicked this way comes...Use this log for all evacuation purposes.
Warnings: DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!

[There so little time and so much to do. Now's the time to spring into action!

((OOC - Set up evacuation logs, rescue attempts, etc. If you can, make sure you mark down the time of when a specific thread is happening due to the events unfolding.

UPDATES:
August 13, 1:40PM EST - All superhuman powers nearly nullified; technologically based powers halved in power. Monsters currently flooding upper levels, lowest levels not yet entirely infested.

August 14, 3:45AM EST - Powers return, but are unstable; they flicker in and out and the strength varies wildly. It's hard to tell if you'll get a full-strength blast or next to nothing.

August 14, 12:20PM EST - The Tower has been completely swarmed with monsters down to the Eighteenth floor. Powers are more stable now, although there may be occasional flickering of ability.

The monsters are tearing up floor thirty-three, ruining the farmland and anything growing on it. The monsters are smashing everything in floor twenty-seven, which makes for a lot of broken glass and mixing chemicals that probably shouldn't be so carelessly combined.

August 15, 9:10PM - Powers have returned reliably, though the actual power is now a bit unstable, with the lights prone to flickering. Anyone who has died will now begin to revive in the infirmary, which is guarded by a swarm of retrieval units. This is the first time the actual returning process can be seen--one retrieval unit appears from a cramped elevator and deposits the unconscious, previously dead person on one of the beds. They revive soon after, with the appropriate amount of sleep paralysis.

The monsters have swarmed down to floor five. They are ruining everything in the workshop not bolted down and some things that are. CDs, DVDs, and televisions are being smashed in the media room.

August 18, 1:30PM - The remaining monsters have been eliminated.))]

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[The rattling before had been just a touch unsettling. She could brush it off though, strange things happened all the time, right? Still, maybe it would be a good idea to get somewhere she could actually use her powers.

As Wriggle inched closer to the trunk to let herself down the shaking got stronger. Deadly still, she clung to the tree as the strange sound echoed around her. She really needed to go. Like right now. Gently she tried lowering herself down, although the process was slowed by the constant shaking. Just as her foot found the lower branch the tree suddenly lurched sending her tumbling to the ground.

She hit her back hard, beating the air out of her lungs and sending her into a temporary panic. It doesn't seem like anything's badly damaged or broken but being winded so suddenly has left her scrambling around on the floor, unable to co-ordinate herself properly]

[Gamzee was coming down from the dorm levels very, very belatedly. Everything he did was belated. He was an alien on a mission, and he was determined to find who he was looking for. He'd check every motherfucking floor if he had to. This included the thirty-second floor, which he currently found himself on.]

[The frantic sweeping of the floor began, hurrying across every inch of the place while simultaneously trying not to bust his shit every time the floor quaked violently.]

TAVROS, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK!!!

[No response. Well, no verbal response. There was quite a loud thud that followed his call, however, and he hauled ass to go investigate.]

[Well, what do you know? There was a wriggling Wriggle on the ground at the source of the noise. Gamzee huffed an exasperated sigh through his nostrils. This was definitely not who he was looking for, but he couldn't help but feel a stabbing twang of guilt leaving this little thing after she'd been so kind to him.]

Hey.

[...]

HEY.

[And now there was yelling as well as shaking and quite frankly this wasn't getting any less terrifying. As Gamzee towered over her she had a vague recollection of something she was told but quite frankly she had more important things for her mind to process right now. Ever so slowly her limbs started to do what they were told and she managed to roll over onto her hands and knees. Coughing and finding herself with the ability to breath again she looked up, wide-eyed]

W-what's going on?

[The shaking wasn't getting any fucking better. Gamzee wasn't sure at this point whether his body or the Tower had more of the quakes. He was getting irritated again. If he let his anger get the best of him, there was no way he'd find who he was looking for, and no way he'd get out of here alive.]

[He closed his eyes for a second, grinding his fangs together and tensing his limbs. Think about what Karkat said. Breathe. Breathe. He was waiting on the third floor.]

[Breathe, Gamzee.]

[GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IF THE TOWER SHOOK ONE MORE FUCKING TIME HE WAS GOING TO FLIP HIS SHIT RIGHT OUT OF THIS MOTHERFUCKING HELLHOLE.]

Ain't got no clue, but you're all bein' as good as what's motherfucking dead if you don't get your fuckin' ass up off of that ground, motherfucker.

[After a bit more scrambling she managed to get back onto her feet. It was surreal, this person seemed totally different from the Gamzee she'd met before. Maybe it was just the tower making her anxious but she couldn't help but become a little withdrawn]

S-sorry!

[It's difficult to stay upright when her legs feel so weak but she keeps picking herself up whenever she falls. At least she can breath easy now]

What should we do? I-is there any way to stop it?

[There is a time when, under great duress, one's brain pretty much goes "fuck it all," and nonchalantly shoves every single emotion down into the mental trash compacter of priorities.]

[This would be one of those times. Gamzee didn't give a shit and a half if he lived or died in this miserable place. The people running this gig could have whatever ending they wanted out of him - but now he had people to look after. He couldn't die until he made sure they were okay.]

[Quite responsible for an apathetic guy who spent his whole life staring at the ground and blowing his brain up with drugs.]

Dunno what to do.

[He growled. She was moving far too slowly for his tastes. With a swooping arm, he hoisted Wriggle up by the wrist, dangling her in front of his face for inspection.]

Ain't plannin' on getting no motherfuckin' stops on of it, neither. You ain't all doin' no fuckin' good at yourself by carryin' all the motherfuck on like what's all you're doin' now.

Come with me.

[If she wasn't so afraid she could cry. While normally she'd be kicking and struggling she hung lifeless like a deer skin but she never once looked away from him. It was a wonder that any words got out of her mouth at all, since she hadn't the foggiest idea what he was saying]

I-I'll be okay once I can fly... It's just this room...

Then what in the motherfuck is we still all fuckin' doin' in here!?

[Gamzee lifted her a bit more, tossing her at one of his shoulders and leaving it up to her to try and grab on to his hair or horns or whatever she needed to to hang on, because Tavros was obviously not here and he was heading for the stairs, dammit!]

[Somehow in all the confusion she managed to clamber across and seat herself on his shoulders as she'd done before. Being small had it's merits. Wriggle didn't say anything else as they headed for the exit. If anything bad happened she could kick him in the head and fly away but for now making it through with someone was better than making it through alone]

[This floor was a bust. Besides picking up a traveling bug, Gamzee had not accomplished what he'd set out to do. The journey back to the stairs could not have been faster. With Wriggle hanging on to him, he flashstepped to the landing, speeding down the stairs and trying not to trip over his fucking feet as they shook with each quake of the Tower. At floor thirty-one, he stopped. Fuck. Not this floor. At least the barren nature of it made searching for Tavros that much easier, although he was pretty certain the boy would not have chose this particular area to conceal himself.]

[This was probably a good time to let Wriggle know of his plan.]

Uh.

[How did he do "nice" again?]

I'm lookin' for a motherfucker. This Trollshuttle be makin' pit stops what's at every mother fucking floor we're all up and to be passing, yo. If you ain't down with that, you need to get your little flighty ass down to the motherfucking basement with all the rest of the sane brothers and bitches.

[This time she hang onto his horns as tightly as possible, not having the time to worry about damaging them]

I-I'm okay with that... I can help you look.

[And help fight anything else that might come lurching at them. Her spellcards were in her pocket and ready to fire]

[It was only because of her time-hopping that she considered herself to have enough time to check in on the higher up floors, and she was pretty glad she had too-- when she spotted Wriggle and her loss of coordination, Jade ran off the staircase towards her to try and re-orient her and help her up.]

Yo, you OK?

[She tried to nod, she really did but all that came of it was more twitching and writhing]

[Hm OK, not the best sign. In her head, Jade was busy multi-tasking to hell, but on the outside, she put her non-broken hand on Wriggle's shoulder to try and get her to calm down.]

Hey, hey. It's all good. I'm here to help. Can you hear me?

[Ever so slowly her breathing started to turn back to normal and she managed to work something out that actually looked like a nod]

I-I'm okay...

[She felt kind of bad she didn't know any doctor-y things to help her breath better, but hopefully there'd be a doctor or someone that could help once they got out of here.]

Alright cool. Now this place is coming down hard and fast, and if you stick around here, you're gonna be in big trouble, OK? So we gotta get you downstairs as fast as possible. Think you can walk?

[After a bit more struggling Wriggle manages to get herself onto her feet, although her legs still feel incredibly weak. It's just the shock of everything that's getting to her, physically she's perfectly fine]

I think...

What's going on?

Honestly? No fucking clue. Don't think anyone actually knows, but I do know there's some kind of giant space whale crashing this party and trying to bring the roof down. So staying up here's a surefire way to get nice and bloody.

...Space whale?

R-right, I'll go! I'll be okay once I can fly again.

Yeah, I don't even know.

[Oh she can fly? Well that certainly made things easier. She released her grip on Wriggle's shoulder to properly hold onto her gun again.] How long 'till you can fly?

I-it's this room! I can't fly in it... I don't know where I'll be able to again but it'll be somewhere.

[Was this one of the rooms that dampened powers? Well crap. She frowned.]

Fucking power dampeners are still up I guess. Can you still walk OK? Should be good to go on the flying front once we get the outta this room.

Y-yeah, I can walk.

[She's still a little shaky from the fall but she can still get from point A to point B okay]

[Just in case, Jade shifted her gun around again and offered a hand to help Wriggle along.]

Don't worry, I'll make sure you get down to the safe floors in one piece. [And whether Wriggle accepted the hand or not, it was off towards the staircase and down the stairs she went.]

[Just as she was about to take it another quake rocked the tower. Her weak balance was thrown off and once again she was sprawling on the floor. Even though Jade was nowhere to be found it seemed that someone else had come across the firefly]

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Breach

Floor 32 ; 12:55pm

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