Event Log: The Stampede

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Stampede event
Where: All over the city
When: December 26th-December 28th
Warnings: None

There's a rumbling sound in the air early in the afternoon on December 26th. Whether you're new in town or you've seen it all, something like this hasn't happened before. Is it an earthquake? It feels kind of like a small one, and that might be endurable if not for the sudden snarling and gnashing of teeth!

As it turns out, these yet-unnamed apex predators are overrunning the city, ignoring their previous apprehension to barrel right through anything- or anyone- that stands in their way. Seemingly spooked by something, they are aggressive and violent and won't hesitate to tear anyone they meet to pieces... after trampling them underfoot, of course. They're so large and muscular that they may even take a few portions of buildings with them- how would you like to see one of these monsters crashing through your living room?

At least it's only these weird mammoths, though... right?

► This log covers December 26th-December 28th.
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Comments

[itsnotaonesie]

Habit, mostly. But also I wouldn't want to risk accidentally strangling myself if say, I was swinging around with a scarf on and it got stuck on something. Same reason I don't wear a cape. Sounds cool in theory, but not really practical.

[WOW he is 100% totally a real adult!! Or he will be in a couple years, still counts.

[dhamphirs]

You could simply not wear anything.

[He pulls his coat back tentatively, but yes, it's clotting. He sits back, grimacing a little as he shakes his coat out. He's going to have to . . . well, never mind what he'll have to do with this coat, it's not pretty and it's not dignified.]

You're going to have to treat this more, but you shan't bleed out on the way home.

[itsnotaonesie]

Probably, but I'm kind of attached to it.

[He's gonna suck that blood right out of that coat isn't he.

Now that bleeding isn't as much of an issue, Peter tugs his suit back up over his shoulder.]

Thanks man, you're a real life saver. Um, sorry about your coat? I have no idea how to get blood out of that. Or this, come to think of it.

[what freaking fabric did Mr. Stark even make this Spider-Man get up out of? Who even knows.]

[dhamphirs]

[HE SURE FUCKING IS.]

It's inconsequential. Do you require help returning home?

[Oh, wait. They haven't even introduced themselves, have they? He stands, offering Peter a hand-- and when the boy gets to his feet, he offers a very short bow.]

Adrian Ţepeş-- more commonly known as Alucard.

[itsnotaonesie]

[If it tastes weird or if he gets radioactive spider powers it's not Peter's fault!!]

Oh, no, I'm good. I think I'm gonna pop over to the clinic and see if they have any... I don't know, super glue or something. I actually heal really fast? So this isn't a super big deal.

[It sure is hand shake time. Peter will go ahead and just pull his mask off for a minute to be polite. His whole secret identity thing hasn't mattered at all here so whatev.

He's also going to refrain from just blurting out "Oh like Dracula backwards that's cool". He's seen a lot of movies ok.]

Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man.

[dhamphirs]

[He refrains from blurting out that Peter looks like a literal infant, so really, we're all doing great on the restraint bit.]

What do you need super glue for, exactly.

[He does not trust this small child. Sorry. He's sticking with you, Peter Parker, or at least for a little while longer.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[We sure are. And hey come on he's almost old enough to vote.]

I mean, I don't have time to sit there while someone stitches me up, and I'll have to take stitches back out in a day or two anyway. So I figure maybe it would be faster to just glue my skin together? Because I really need to get back to work, these things are still everywhere and people still need help.

[Dracula backwards is right not to trust Peter to not get himself hurt like immediately after helping him, ngl.]

[dhamphirs]

[He stares down at him for a long few seconds. There's a lot packed into this gaze: shock, grief, disappointment, acceptance . . . it's a gaze with a million thoughts racing behind it. But all he finally says, slowly and heavily, is:]

No.

[Just that. Just no.]

That may be the stupidest thing I've heard since I woke up. Come along.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter replies with the slightest of eyerolls. He knows the guy's just trying to help, and really appreciates it, he does. But come on man.]

I- sir, really, I'm fine. I'll be fine. I do this all the time, it's really not that big a deal.

[dhamphirs]

You just told me you wished to glue your skin together. You've lost any and all authority at this point, Peter. Come on.

[itsnotaonesie]

[SSSSSSSSSIGH. He peeks over the side of the roof to see if the mammoths have cleared off, and HEY good news, the coast seems to be clear for now.]

It totally works, but okay. The clinic's this way.

[He just backflips off the roof SPIDEY OUT]

[dhamphirs]

[Peter, why . . . Alucard stares after him for a long few seconds, then sighs deeply. But he's off after him, following so quickly he's almost unseen. Frankly, he could follow him blind; he leaves a scent trail that just screams to Alucard's starved senses.

They head to the clinic, and thank god, they make it in one piece. The instant they get past the doorway, he grips Peter's forearm, not so much nasty as simply firm: come along. Sit on a bed. Settle in.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter was about to go chill in the little waiting area, BUT NOPE, his new vampire babysitter has other, and probably way smarter plans. He doesn't try to pull his arm away, because that would probably be rude, but he does plant his feet and refuse to budge. Because teenager.]

I-- okay, listen. I really do appreciate you making sure I get here in one piece, like, that was real solid of you. You seem like a good dude. But I've totally got it from here. Seriously, I've got this.

[He's 100% going to leave as soon as nobody's watching him, is what he means. But shhhh.]

[dhamphirs]

You wanted to glue your skin together, Peter.

[He lets that hang in the air.]

You wanted to glue your skin together, in lieu of stitches or bandages. No matter how fast-acting you heal, that won't help.

[itsnotaonesie]

They make medical glue, y'know.

[Which might be great for a nice, clean cut, but maybe not so much for all these bite wounds.]

[dhamphirs]

[He did not, actually, know this, because he's from the 1400's, but whatever! Moving on!]

Did you mean medical glue when you suggested it.

[itsnotaonesie]

[This vampirebuddy needs to learn him some modern science]

I.

Did.

For sure.

[He absolutely did not.]

[dhamphirs]

I can hear your heart racing, you know. I can tell when you're lying.

[He can tell when someone's being guilty about lying, anyway, but speaking of lying, guess who really has no qualms about it: this guy.]

You realize I could have had you out of here by now, yes?

[itsnotaonesie]

I mean, I'm not really trying that hard.

[He's never been a good liar anyway, it's all good.]

I'm gonna call shenanigans on that one. It takes way longer than the like, three minutes we've been standing here to do stitches and stuff.

[dhamphirs]

Let's put that to the test, shall we?

[itsnotaonesie]

[He just kind of stares for a second like ?????]

Wh-- like, what does that mean? What do you mean?

[dhamphirs]

It means that I'll stitch you up-- you're still bleeding, by the way, in case you hadn't noticed, it's opened again-- and when I take longer than two minutes, you can have the pleasure of telling me I told you so.

omg

[itsnotaonesie]

Whoa, okay. I mean-- oh crap, I am bleeding again. No, I-- okay, so you're a doctor and a ghost wolf? Okay. Okay, cool fine. Let's uh. Let's do this thing?

[He has so many questions right now and all of them start with "what the fuck", BUT SURE, he'll roll with this madness.]

[dhamphirs]

[Thank god. He nudges him into a spare room, heading back out to find a needle and thread. It won't take more than two or three stitches, and that won't take long. Honestly, cleaning him will take longer, and boy, that's a lot of antiseptic, but better more than less.

(And the scent masks the scent of blood, which also helps).]

My mother was a doctor.

[He says it quietly by way of explanation as he wipes away dried blood and god knows what else.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oh good he's not a doctor that's SUPER. But he seems to know what he's doing, and Peter figures his weirdo super-healing will take care of itself, sooo. Sure, he'll just. Hang for a bit and get sewn up.]

Uh...huh. I take it she must have taught you a lot?

[He hopes this dude's mom taught him a lot, just sayin']