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Capital H Mods ([personal profile] capitalm) wrote in [community profile] capitalh2014-01-28 05:02 pm
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ISSUE #1: FOWL PLAY

Who: ANYONE.
Where: The UCLA Campus sinkhole.
When: Early afternoon, January 28th.
What: A sinkhole has eaten the Fowler Museum!
Warnings: Violence and natural (?) disaster casualties.

[Have fun! Again, if any questions, please contact the mods!]
nothinbut_therain: (well shit)

Outside the entrance

[personal profile] nothinbut_therain 2014-01-28 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Frak.

Of course this happens, who is Starbuck kidding? This close to finding something from home, and the whole frakking building starts sliding into the frakking planet.

Starbuck was minding her own business, skulking around the grassy area by the museum, trying to decide if she should go in and see the exhibit or not, when there was this rushing sound, growing louder and louder, until the ground shook and the building started to crumple. She got on the phone with her superiors immediately, but Alpha Force went in before she could even take two steps. They, as much as she hated to admit it, probably could handle the actual ground-sliding Earth rebellion better than she, so she’s been spending the past however the frak long hauling civilians away from the building towards safety and trying to help the police until more CONDOR personnel showed up.

But the ground seems to have settled now, and more and more heroes are surrounding the place. They can cover taking care of most of the injured, she figures, and the other CONDOR agents don’t have the same stake in this she does.

Starbuck’s never been one to pass up a little action in a wrecked museum. She’s going in.

No one’s going to question anyone walking straight into the museum right now, since the police are tied up with worried parents and distraught curators at the moment, so that part’s easy enough. However, the door near the amphitheater where she started this while adventure at is busted in, rubble covering it entirely. Starbuck moves a few pieces of rubble and tries to squeeze through, but she can’t find any gaps large enough, and there’s a huge girder that fell and is now blocking her path.

She looks around. There’s three thousand flying assholes around this place, at least one of them has to have super strength.

“Hey! can anybody give me a hand?”
mockingjaded: (what)

JUST COMIN' THROUGH-

[personal profile] mockingjaded 2014-01-29 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Speaking of flying assholes, here comes Mockingjay. She swoops down on wing, bow already in hand and loaded with an arrow that glows orange like coal.

"Did anyone go in there?" she asks, nodding her head at the big hole in the ground.

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[the other thread got long] [this is long too D: ]

[personal profile] nothinbut_therain 2014-01-30 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Starbuck edges around the side of the sinkhole, looking fora good entrance point. There's little left to the inside of the museum, but this isn't exactly the spot she wants to be. She walks in as much as possible. Yes, there. Right... right where there's now a gaping hole. That's where the exhibit would have been.

She's just about to figure out how to jury rig a rope out of fallen signs and banners when she sees one tied to a concrete support pillar (and look how much good that did!) dangling into the abyss. The gods must be smiling on her today.

Starbuck awkwardly holds the flashlight in her mouth as she descends, trusting the rope to hold. Luckily, the rope doesn't end until about five feet above what's now the museum floor, and the other people wandering around here are otherwise distracted. She should have a minute to look around.

A broken sign shows her that this is where the exhibit, Lands Apart, was just a few hours ago. She shines her flashlight around the floor, seeing scraps of pottery and jewelry and statues, odds and ends from thousands of years past. Some of them don't ring any bells in her head, but a few seem to remind her of the Colonies -- she thinks she might see the crest of the Twelve Colonies just barely etched into one stone, a tiny statue with the distinct build of a Centurion, something that could be a crude model of a Basestar. But none of those things feel right. Not ... not what she was called here for.

And then she sees it. Half buried in dirt, a slab of slate with something like a star map. A crude one, and she doesn't know the astronomy of this world half as well as she did her own, but she half recognizes a constellation or two. In the corner of the map, where a compass rose might be, is a familiar symbol -- the mandela she knew all too well, had painted on her apartment, had followed through the skies. The Eye of Jupiter.

Could just be a coincidence. But at the same time, all of this has happened before and all that frakking bullshit. Holding her flashlight between her teeth once more, she takes a few quick pictures of the thing. Frak, she really should have just gone to the exhibit. Not like she could take this whole thing with her.

But as she turns around, grumbling, she almost trips over something -- a little plexiglass box, with two small pieces of metal in it. She kneels down, picks it and the label out of the broken glass surrounding them.

The label has way more exclamation points than probably necessary, and talks about "the extreme unlikelihood of any Earth technology to craft metal in this way over 100,000 years ago!!!" and the "possibility of alien currency?!!" but she knows instantly what these are. Hexagonal, about the size and thickness of a quarter, with a small hole bored near the top -- dog tags.

Sure, the edges are worn, any inscription on the front has been worn away long ago, and they're crusted and tarnished, but she knows with an otherworldly certainty that that is what these are. Whose could they have been? It would have been someone she knew. Hot Dog? Helo? Apollo? The old man? She puts a hand to her mouth for a second, before putting the small case inside one of her pockets. She snatches up a few of the strange crystals, too, and shoves them in her other jacket pocket, before briskly walking away. This was a reminder, but she wasn't sure of what.

She should probably go do her actual frakking job now.
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haha ITS OK

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With the piles of wounded people

[personal profile] magicgasm 2014-01-29 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, man..."

There aren't as many injured as there could be, but there's enough. Quite a few broken limbs, and just as many head injuries. This is going to take a while to deal with, even if he just goes for the things that are risk of complications.

Jack is sort of floating among the wounded with the paramedics, trying to figure out where to start. Head injuries? Head injuries.

He kneels down to the nearest person bleeding from the skull, and raising a hand to the space above her head.

"I know this is usually the opposite of what they tell you to do for concussions, but I need you to close your eyes for a minute. Uh...magic and stuff. Don't worry about it."

He finds himself looking over to the hole repeatedly, though, wishing he could take a closer look.

"...Hey!" he shouts to no one in particular. "Hey! Can anyone else heal around here?"
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monkeyseemonkeysmash: (Default)

WHAT THE HELL, LET'S GO INSIDE THE MENACING SINKHOLE

[personal profile] monkeyseemonkeysmash 2014-01-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
People are yelling and screaming, which isn't anything new. What is new is the giant gaping hole that is just screaming "jump in, Wukong, it'll be fun!" And it would be fun, the Monkey King contemplates, as any distraction from the monotony of invisible servitude is.

He hears someone ask for healers, but he is better at self-care than the care of others, especially those fragile human creatures. As he flies near the sinkhole, he makes sure to yell "Not interested!" to the shouter in question.

The hole is deep, deeper than he initially suspects. He peers through the darkness with his shining golden eyes, but only a small glimmer betrays the seemingly infinite chasm.

"This must lead past Hell," Sun Wukong whistles, taking out his staff from the inside of his ear. No doubt there would be something down there in the depths, though he is not sure what to expect. The modern world is at times a more dangerous place, but strange occurrences are strange occurrences, and Sun Wukong likes feeling as knowledgable or as ignorant as everyone else.

He somersaults downwards, the darkness swallowing him whole. His golden eyes can make out faint shadows of the surrounding walls, and he recalls the chasm inside the umbrella of the Northern Heavenly King. But this time, he can leap upwards as well as he is falling downwards. This cave is not a trap, but an opportunity.
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Re: WHAT THE HELL, LET'S GO INSIDE THE MENACING SINKHOLE

[personal profile] monkeyseemonkeysmash 2014-01-29 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
He wouldn't have minded falling indefinitely, but the hole has other plans. The bottom is not very interesting, and Sun Wukong lands softly on the ground. The smooth landing was inevitable, but the sandy ground deserves more of the credit. The bottom is lonely, like the inside of a black hole.

But this is not a void. A few paces in, the Monkey King's golden eyes notices the gleam of a crystal, stealing some light from the world above. He tucks it into his tigerskin skirt and looks for more in the small sandy dunes. He is as happy as a child in a candy hunt; he gathers eight in total before he encounters another living being.

"Can you help me?" he rasps. He is old and leaning against a large shield gleaming gold. "I can't seem to move my legs."

Sun Wukong is much more entranced by the shield than by the human, but at once his headband activates and the obligation winds itself like a serpent in his brain. "Alright, old timer. Hang on a bit." The nearer he moves towards the shield, the more it buzzes like an angry fly. Like metal wanting to be alive.

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FOLLOWING AFTER CYNTHIA, GOSH

[personal profile] mockingjaded 2014-01-29 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
After hearing that Cynthia is already down there, that makes up Katniss's mind for her. She soars down to the hole itself, loading up a fire arrow into her bow.

She doesn't like the idea of flying straight into the dark, and so she begins scaling the depths of the pit, shooting flaming arrows at intervals, which continue to burn in the shifted earth and lighting the way for her.

"...Flourish?" she calls downward. It feels like this tunnel goes on forever.
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[personal profile] civilizedcombat 2014-01-29 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
At the bottom of the hole, and with vision lit by the flashlight she convinced a museum security guard to give her, Cynthia tries to pull one of the survivors out of the dirt. The unconscious man is stuck waist-deep in the soft earth. He doesn't appear to be injured besides scrapes and cuts, but there's another entire half of his body that's out of sight.

When Cynthia hears Katniss' voice echo down to her, she turns up towards the top of the sinkhole. She can see a few points of light along the sinkhole walls. "Mockingjay! I'm all the way down here!" Cynthia reaches down to her flashlight, and she waves it around in the air. She's not sure if Katniss can see the light, but it's worth a try.

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[personal profile] sunmedallion 2014-01-29 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Celestia stands at the brink of the hole, her multicoloured pastel hair streaming behind her, as it always does, regardless of any breeze. From here she can't see the bottom – it's all too easy to imagine how Dana, Zeke and Fiona could have ventured down one of these and simply never have come back up.

This seems like an uncanny coincidence, so soon after her announcement to rebuild the team – could it be deliberate? And whether it is or isn't, what does this mean for her? Should she remain here, so that Alpha Force doesn't have to lose its last member? Or should she risk it, knowing at least that if she meets the same fate as her comrades, she might be reunited with them and help them find their way back?

Either way, she can't hesitate here much longer. She mustn't seem indecisive, she thinks. But for this brief moment, she lingers here, her hands a little too still at her sides.
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[personal profile] celestialmutt 2014-01-29 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
A cold, dusty nose pushes against one of Celestia's hands, gently insistent. Ammy can imagine what might be going through the queen's head; deciding on a course of action can't be easy for her. She knows the ruler of Equestria, if only by repute, and figures that a bit of emotional support wouldn't go astray.

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[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-01-30 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Legion is several AI, and AI don't go off-duty, so the instant they hear about the sinkhole they're on their way to the site. Clearing rubble off of civilians takes time, but eventually they make their way to the sinkhole, and find Celestia standing over it.

"You are Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, founding member of the Alpha Force." Their optic plates raise and lower in turn. "You are concerned. Inquiry: is this due to perceived similarities between this incident and the disappearance of Alpha Force members Druid, Fissure, and Zoom?"

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[personal profile] celestialmutt 2014-01-29 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ammy has been putting her nose to work, searching for anyone trapped in rubble or otherwise injured. She's had good luck, drawing human paramedics to three hurt people so far.

Right now, she's contemplating a large pile of rubble, where two or three stories of building had collapsed inwards. She can smell someone in there, but the scent is faint and they won't be able to breathe for long. It would take hours for firefighters to clear the way with tractors and cranes, and Ammy doesn't have that kind of time.

Fortunately, there are a few trees - in shock at their abrupt uprooting - that she can use to help. Amaterasu focuses her will, reaching out to the foliage and making her wishes known. Her tail waves slowly back and forth, almost absently, and the roots of the nearest tree begin to move.

It's an accelerated, precise rendition of a tree's natural growth through soil and rock; rubble shifts as the thick, strong roots wind their way through the pile. By the time her work is complete, there will be much less danger of causing an inadvertent collapse; the roots will hold the structure in place.

Ammy sniffs around, chooses the most promising location, and begins to dig. As the roots progress, she hastens her excavation with a few well-aimed blows of her shield, moving more rubble than the gesture should be physically capable of.
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As much as Metabee had been dying to check out the giant hole in the museum, he was instead carefully making his way through one of the nearby building which had come down when the pit opened. After some CONDOR agents has respectfully reminded him that that was one of the things Medabots were good for. He had to admit it was way easier for him to move around without risking the building collapsing more, and it wouldn't be the end of the world if he got stuck inside.

He'd already found a couple groups of students in some of the more sturdy rooms and had messaged their position back. And he'd just made it to one of the more decimated sections of building when he heard someone calling out for help. Scrambling over the rubble he managed to find a break in the wall, where he found a couple more survivors, trapped in what looked like was once a stairwell. Maybe. Most of the walls had caved in and a pretty significant column was blocking the doorway. Metabee got as close as he could, but even he couldn't fit through the gap.

"Hey, you guys ok?"
Wow, well, considering how banged up they were he was seriously doubting it. The one who had been calling looked around confused till they saw him.
"John's unconscious, I think he has a broken rib. Can you get us out of here?"
"You bet-cha, just let me call in the cavalry, OK?"

He scrambled back down from the pile of rubble, getting on the comm to radio in the situation.

"Yo, so, I found a couple of civilians who need a doctor asap. They're trapped in this tiny room so if anyone is around who can lift a giant column, there is a giant column that needs lifting."
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The place is swarming with registered heroes and cops alike, but there's an awful lot of milling about, and Milly can't just stand idly by when someone could be hurt. She's ignored about five texts from her dad about her safety and warning her to stay away from the sinkhole by the time she's on the scene in costume, swooping down to help any survivors she might find. This is exactly the sort of scene she needs to be on. If she wants to make connections, she has to actually work with other heroes, and a disaster like this is sure to attract caped crusaders of all kinds. Besides which, she wants to help, and her Flying Brick status makes for a pretty good search and rescue package. Milly's put herself to work pulling apart the rubble to get to any survivors that might be trapped underneath.
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Neku had been nearby, traipsing about the museum half interestedly taking notes for some dumb school project that was due soon... And then all of a sudden there's chaos all around him and the next thing he knows he's under a bunch of rubble.

Some time later, when it sounds as though the destruction has at least paused temporarily, he gathers up his mental focus and suddenly bursts forth from the wreckage like a goddamn zombie from the grave, surfacing to Milly's left and coughing and shaking his head as he struggles to his feet.

(some of the rubble he flings happens to fly off and shatter a still-intact window. whoops.)

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Weh weh weh shut up Neku

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hugling: Teddy Altman in Hulkling form looking confused and skeptical (&SEEMS LEGIT)

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Teddy arrives not too far behind Milly, wings dissolving back into his body as he lands. He meant to get here sooner, but it took a good five minutes to convince his boss that he really couldn't come in early today. He quickly busies himself with escorting civilians to safety, but a cry of help from underneath a big pile of rubble catches his attention.

"Just a minute! I'll have you out in a second, okay?"

He starts to shift a big girder, but the whole pile wobbles dangerously. Maybe this is a two person job.

"Hey, Starbreaker! Could I get a hand over here?"

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[personal profile] purrsuit 2014-01-30 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so maybe she felt a little bad about dragging Karkat out to this sinkhole with her, what with the threat levels and his class, but honestly. She wouldn't have been drawn to this if he'd actually come out of his room in the past three days. Nessa had been itching to do something that involved getting out of the base, and with the opportunity to fight mole people and investigate what may have caused the disappearance of some of her favourite Alpha Force members? Too hard to pass up.

The run from the base to the site wasn't too strenuous. She got the usual shouts of alarm from citizens who weren't used to seeing a massive prehistoric cat running down the street and up and over cars, but she was used to it by now. She wasn't going as fast as she probably could because of her passenger, but since she knows Mockingjay and Flourish are already at the scene it's less of a emergency.

They make good time and reach the site in around ten minutes and Nessa skids to a halt in amongst the rubble not far from the crowd forming around the cordoned off area that surrounded what she could see of the massive hole. She pants heavily, catching her breath and gives a small growl to Karkat to make sure he was alright from the trip, before padding toward the crowd.
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[personal profile] 10thingsihateaboutme 2014-01-30 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
Reaphook mutters something indecipherable in Alternian and slides off her back. "Next time we drive," he grumbles, adjusting his cowl.

He steps up on some stable-looking rubble to get a better look at the situation, and immediately grimaces at the sight of the hole. "Holy dick. Shit, Wildcat, if this isn't some port to alternate dimension then I don't know what the hell is, they're probably already gone." He's less sarcastic now than he was on the Watch network – or, well, he is, but underneath it he's genuinely concerned.

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[personal profile] baelhat 2014-01-30 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Baelheit arrives on the scene strictly in the interest of observation. Two sinkholes of this caliber in so short a period of time... He can't be the only one whose curiosity is piqued -- indeed, Daimon urges him to look into it. Daimon's instincts have never failed Baelheit before now. He warns Milly to keep away from the site, though he has little hope she'll bother to listen. He brings with him a variety of important-looking science doodads with names that all end in -ometer. He is here to do Science, you see.

But even an impassive observer like himself can't plainly ignore the civilians in need of help, especially not with Daimon whispering in the back of his mind that they can't possibly just leave them there like that. They're weak, helpless. They're in need. Baelheit's primary interests are investigating the cause of the sinkhole and any unusual circumstances linked with it, but he will stop to help a survivor if he sees one.
usedhammerarm: <user name="timetravelresetbaby" site="tumblr.com"> (wait let's go back to what i understood)

[personal profile] usedhammerarm 2014-01-30 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. The one time Amanda decides to leave the house and maybe investigate what this whole "higher education" thing is about and there's another sinkhole. If curses weren't entirely fake, she'd think she was cursed. Instead, noticing the even greater amount of attention that downtown Los Angeles is getting today, she's very glad she decided to go incognito today. Even though it's not particularly cold, she's wearing an oversized hat that covers her horns, a long-sleeved black hoodie to conceal her arms, and sunglasses hiding her strangely colored eyes. What bits of her skin are showing, she's covered up with makeup in flesh tones.

She approaches the gentleman who brought a number of important-looking devices with him. He's probably her best bet on finding out what caused this. With a thick Japanese accent, she asks, "Do you know what happened here?"
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[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-01-30 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Legion has completed their own investigation of the sinkhole, and is now accompanying their fellow heroes in evacuation work, lightening rubble with eezo fields and moving it aside. Occasionally, they may assist other heroes, lightening their loads with both hands for greater area of effect.
bombsheltered: (what?!)

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2014-01-31 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Milly has been flying around in her Starbreaker costume, assisting civilians and other heroes on the job. She might not be registered, but she isn't exactly about to let that stop her from doing the right thing! Her cybernetic super strength is seriously coming in handy with hauling survivors out of the wreckage and shoving around the large chunks of museum and concrete that fell everywhere when the sinkhole suddenly appeared, but even Milly needs a helping hand sometimes. She's struggling (only a little, okay) with pulling what looks like it used to be a huge marble column out of the way when suddenly the thing suddenly feels a whole lot lighter -- Milly nearly drops it altogether in surprise when she sees the faint blue glow around it, but she manages to get it safely out of the way before she looks around for the source of the unexpected help.

She sees the strange-looking robot -- or what she assumes is a robot, anyway, because it definitely doesn't look like any part of it is human -- and gives it a slightly startled look. "Was that you? What was that?"

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purrsuit: (tiger; stare)

Closed; Jon Snow

[personal profile] purrsuit 2014-02-02 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
After checking out the sinkhole and making sure that Flourish and Mockingjay were alright, Nessa leaves Karkat with the two other girls and goes in search of Longclaw. Unfortunately, what he was trying to prevent is exactly what happens, and to speed up finding him, Nessa shifts into a tiger and stalks through the crowd, causing a fair few of the students to scream. She ignores them--used to it by this point--and heads for the gates in a lope, skidding to a halt as she reaches them. She gives the air a cautionary sniff before shifting back, peering around for any sign of Jon.

She hadn't seen him in a while, so it would be great to have him around, even if the reason for him turning up was a bad one.
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hellacold: (ok....)

[personal profile] hellacold 2014-02-04 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Jon...literally parachutes in from a small CONDOR jet. He doesn't land right at the gate, but he's close. It takes him a few minutes to wrangle the parachute equipment off, but once he's done he sets off at a light jog to meet Nessa. Even at a distance he can see she's already a tiger. He groans under his breath, but fortunately she shifts back into human form before he gets close enough for her to see his eyebrows furrow. He smiles a bit under his mask as he comes to a halt in front of her. He really is glad to see her, even if her powers aren't especially suited for this particular mission.

"Hey," he says. "We'll make our way counterclockwise around the campus. Keep an eye out for anything weird."

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starscheme: (THE INCOMPETENCE I DEAL WITH)

[personal profile] starscheme 2014-02-02 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
From a distance, Starscream is keeping a close eye on the situation. It's not very difficult to do; he can easily tap into the basic emergency frequencies and the debacle is all over the local and national news both. The human casualties do not concern him; what interests him is the source and potential contents of the hole.

Projecting his human avatar at the scene, he opts to take a closer look first hand. Police and rescue teams are scurrying everywhere, but the chaos is such that it's not too difficult for him to move closer to the edge and assess the situation further.

The avatar strokes his chin thoughtfully. If only he could get down there some way himself... this is not the sort of thing he'd like to rely on another individual for doing, but there's no way the range of the avatar broadcast will reach to the bottom of that thing (not that he would be able to carry anything out of there even if it did), and there's no way that a jet launching in from out of the blue and diving to the bottom would go unnoticed with this much attention focused on the scene.

No, he was going to need assistance. He scans around the surrounding area, looking for a good candidate....
thebraveandtheboulder: (Default)

the camera zooms in on an innocuous portion of the sinkhole wall, ten feet below the rim

[personal profile] thebraveandtheboulder 2014-02-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
A voice - quiet, despite clearly being accustomed to maximum volume - barely penetrates the solid rock. "According to the directions provided in THE BOULDER'S mission briefing -" GRRNCH, the sound of rock sliding against rock "- we should reach the museum within the next few minutes." GRRNCH. The voice - and the sound - is moving closer. "Now, remember the plan, peons." GRRNCH. "THE BOULDER will burst through the floor," GRRNCH "taking the center of attention, and providing -" GRRNCH. "- an enticing distraction for the inevitable superpowered interference." GRRNCH. "The rest of you, procure all the artifacts you can carry," GRRNCH. "and hightail it back to -"
The innocuous portion of wall splits in half and slides open with a massive GRRNCH. THE BOULDER stands in the newly formed opening, headlamp on and arms outstretched. Behind THE BOULDER stand five Team Magma grunts, peering nervously around THE BOULDER'S mass.
THE BOULDER glances up at the circle of sunlight above, and then down into the shadowy depths of the sinkhole. "This... was not in the mission briefing."
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Re: the camera zooms in on an innocuous portion of the sinkhole wall, ten feet below the rim

[personal profile] monkeyseemonkeysmash 2014-02-03 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Sun Wukong is currently rising from said shadowy depths with an old man on his back. He does not have a mission to follow, though something along the lines of "Get out. Don't turn to metal." seems appropriate. The old man gets heavier by the second, and a part in the back of the monkey's mind is laughing for some reason. Perhaps this situation is somehow ironic, in a twisted metaphysical sense.

Once he reaches the open air, he jumps from the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which by now is a verifiable pillar, and holds out his hand to catch the mystical staff as it shrinks to the size of an embroidery needle, which he then sticks inside his ear. Near him is a large human, so the monkey gestures towards him.

"Hey! You, with the muscles! Can you take the old man off my shoulders?" Both literally and figuratively--Sun Wukong did not know what kind of magic is turning him to metal, and does not want the responsibility of fixing him.

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[personal profile] reluctantproxy 2014-02-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Lately Neku just feels like he can't catch a break. No matter where he goes, all this super powered bullshit keeps catching up with him when all he wants to do is keep his head down and move on with his life. This time though, it seems like the incident is on a pretty catastrophic level, and he should probably stow the attitude for just long enough to maybe sift through the rubble for some survivors.

He's not going to be happy about doing it, though.

Especially because he's probably going to need some back up. He can scan for the mental pulse of hidden survivors, but his telekinesis just doesn't have the finesse needed to excavate anyone.
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[personal profile] tallyhope 2014-02-04 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The evening of the 28th, as soon as Jake found out about the sinkhole -- it's hard to find out about menaces and the like when you're sitting in class -- he rushed to the scene, trusty sidekick Dirk at his side.

The dorkily-costumed Jake stood at the edge of the hole, peering down into its depths. "Shall we?"
sick_heartbeats: dirk smirking and adjusting his glasses, looking like a douchebag (douchebag)

[personal profile] sick_heartbeats 2014-02-04 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hell yes."

Dirk, who was not in any way Jake's sidekick and in fact considered himself the guy in charge here, hopped on the rocket board hovering in front of him. He couldn't see down to the bottom, but that just made it more fun.

He turned to look at Jake. "Race ya."

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