hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Stampede

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Event Log: The Stampede

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?

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[Peter fully expects that he's going to have a hard time with all of these critters, he is super worried about everyone right now. But if they can just Frankenstein George back together, maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe?]

Sorry. Um. Kinda more used to working solo, let me try again.

[A pause while he clears his throat, ahem.]

LET'S GET OUT THERE AND F- lets-- let's mess 'em up real good!! God, that was... Just pretend I dropped the most righteous f-bomb ever. I can't swear like that in this suit! I've got an image to uphold!

[they can totally Frankenstein her back together. it's all good! really! (possibly?)]

No, that's cool. Let's hear it.

[and she waits patiently]

Yes, you can! You can swear as much as you want! No one's gonna tell! So, let's hear it, let's hear the f-word as loud as you can go!

Absolutely not, George! You're a terrible influence!

[He's trying to sound mad, but it's impossible. He's way too amused.]

Yes, I am! It's part of what makes me fun!

[she prides herself on leading others down the primrose path of swear words and pretended apathy]

I sure can't argue with that logic, but it's gonna take more than that to get me to drop an f-bomb.

[this has now become a challenge. Is George up for it?]

Oh, c'mon! What's it gonna hurt? Nothing and nobody. Just one eensy little f-bomb. You know you want to.

[challenge accepted]

Hah! Joke's on you, I don't want to. Now what?

[Maybe he'll drop one when he gets all chewed up]

[she shrugs] Now we wait for whatever it is you're feeling to show up. That might put you in the mood for it.

[nuuuuu. no getting chewed up on her watch, she'd feel like shit]

Well, you got me there. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, critters are comin' up on your left.

[He'll try not to get too chewed up, BUT FOR NOW, it's time to get ready to murder giant mammoths.]

Thought so. And, seriously? And, that sounds just peachy.

[she turns towards her left, removes her katana from its scabbard, and prepares for the worst]

[Peter gives her a thumbs up and leaps into action. Literally, he jumps up onto the side of the building and shoots some webbing at the first mammoth to run up at them, sticking it to the ground while it's buddies running up behind it all slam into it's butt.]

We can probably pick them off one at a time, might be the safest way to tackle this.

[she gives him a thumbs up in response and tries to steel herself. she can fucking do this. she thinks. she hopes.

she doesn't have much choice.

and holy shit, that's a lot of mammoths.

she runs up to the one with the webbing and calls out]

Right. Probably better to go for the throat, 'cause I'm guessing the heart is way, way, way hard to reach.

[If anything goes wrong, Peter will grab her and stick her on the safest roof he can find. He's very well acquainted with the roofs in town at this point.]

Sounds like that's the best strategy. That's a lot of fur and muscle and bone you'd have to stab through otherwise.

[And he webs another one down for her. This might actually work out pretty well after all]

[nothing's going to go wrong. because she's a fucking grown up who can handle shit. really. (yes, this is her attempt at an internal pep talk and she realizes it's lame)]

Okay, so I'm just gonna go over there and avoid the snappy, bitey teeth and stab the motherfucker in the throat.

[which she does. blood sprays everywhere. kind of like that scene with the Black Knight in "Monty Python & the Search for the Holy Grail."

but it looks like it's working? on to the next!]

[Note to self: WEB THOSE MOUTHS. Peter doesn't want his buddy getting chomped on.]

That was really gross! Also good job. But also that was really gross.

[He webs down a couple more, making sure to web their creepy bitey heads down so they can't grab George]

[yes, yes, sounds like a plan. those teeth look nasty and she doesn't want any part of them near any part of her.

and she's wiping blood out of her eyes and some of it got in her mouth and her nose and nasty]

Yeah, it kind of was. I wonder if I can manage to get 'em from the side, so the blood sprays somewhere that's not me. Maybe if I stand at an angle...?

[which she does. and still manages to get bloodspray right in the face. she's kind of. dripping with the stuff now and is looking. . . not pissed off exactly. just kind of. resigned to her fate]

...motherfucker.

Ooooh that is. Super gross.

[He actually gags a little. That is the nastiest. Well, it's the second nastiest thing ever. It would be nastier if it was in his mouth.]

You know what, maybe we should get you a mask.

[she's choking out blood and she looks like Sissy Spacek in "Carrie" after she got doused with the blood. it's just plain gross. she looks gross, she feels gross]

Not feelin' any better on this side, either.

[she tries to wipe her face off, but it's a futile effort. she doesn't care how much effort it takes ~~for other people~~, but she's taking a long, hot bath when this is done]

No, at this point I think the damage is done. I need to accept my fate and make peace with it.

[GROOOOOOOOOOOOOSS. but yeah for sure she has totally earned a long hot bath after this.]

Dude, that cannot be sanitary. It's never too late to slap on a mask.

[sorry, George is about 50% George and 50% mammoth blood at this point, it's awful, this is why she sticks to the Clinic during a crisis, but damnit there are still. more. mammoths.

she sighs and wonders if she looks as bedraggled as she feels] Nah, it's cool. Damage has been done. I'll just have to, like. Eat my body weight in mammoth steaks as revenge.

Now that sounds like a plan I can get behind.

[Yeah Peter's on top of the mammoths. Literally, he's taken from hopping from mammoth to mammoth and webbing them down as he goes, whacking some of the bitey ones in the head.]

I thought so. Too bad there are no potatoes we could bake for a side dish. We could've had those, some lettuce from Pell's garden, it woulda been like going out to eat in a nice place.

[and she's moving down the line, skewering each mammoth in the jugular. it's messy, messy work and it's only getting messier, but. whatever. it's not like this is the first time she's been doused with another being's bodily fluids]

See now my body's giving me all these mixed signals, because all this blood is making me queasy but the idea of like the best food ever is making me hungry and now my stomach is just confused.

[WOW THAT'S SUPER GROSS George needs to get better at dodging fluids.]

Concentrate on the awesome meal. I'll find some potatoes. Someone has to be growing 'em. I'll find out. [a.k.a., steal them.

[AND IT SO IS, but this is her fate now, so she's going with it. she doesn't know how to use her sword other than /stab blindly! so she's kind of paying the price for that]

Isn't it too cold to grow stuff? Like even indoors, its been pretty awful.

[You know what it's a pretty good strategy and it's working out so far. GO TEAM. Also Peter's secretly glad that he's not doing the gross part, but shhh.]

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