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Animus Moderators ([personal profile] animusmods) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-08-13 01:01 pm
Entry tags:

Breach

Characters: EVERYONE
Setting: EVERYWHERE
Format: EVERYFORMAT
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.))]
wrigurun: (Upset → BAiJR)

[personal profile] wrigurun 2012-08-13 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[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...
hystericull: (♑ I HeAr yOu'rE FeElInG DoWn)

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-08-13 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
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!]
wrigurun: (Spooked → IotMaIotE)

[personal profile] wrigurun 2012-08-13 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[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]
hystericull: (♑ I HeAr yOu'rE FeElInG DoWn)

[personal profile] hystericull 2012-08-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
wrigurun: (Spooked → IotMaIotE)

[personal profile] wrigurun 2012-08-13 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[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]