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

[dhamphirs]

Mm.

[Agreement, but he's a little more quiet as he threads the needle. And maybe now Peter will notice, given he's pressing his fingers gently against his skin, just how cold Alucard is.]

She was my father's pupil, first and foremost. You can well imagine what growing up between the two of them did for my education. Though there are worse things to learn.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Yeah bro those are some icy hands. Peter flinches away from them at first, since he wasn't really expecting cold fingers to come at him. It's weird, for sure, but his mind is less stuck on "vampire?????" and more on "another dead guy?????". He has a really weird roommate situation, okay. He's gotten used to people having weirdly cold hands.

He relaxes again after a second and just accepts that this is where his life is right now.]

That sounds pretty awesome, actually. You're dad's a doctor too, then?

[dhamphirs]

He's many things. A polymath, frankly, who has collected an enormous amount of knowledge.

[One stitch, and it must hurt, but he'll do it as painlessly as he can. He's not a sadist.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[PAIN KILLERS WOULD HAVE BEEN SUPER GREAT but Peter just sits there and takes it like a CHAMP. Wow he hates this.]

All medical or just like, everything?

[dhamphirs]

It's easier to err on the side of everything-- though I assume there are some niche subjects he hasn't learned of.

[DON'T BE A BABY, PETER, two stitches left . . . he's deft, at least, and moving quickly.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[HE. HATES. THIIIIS!! But the chatting is a great distraction, so hey. Could be worse?]

I mean, I guess it would be kind of impossible to know literally everything. People only live so long, and like the universe is endless, and blah blah.

[dhamphirs]

That's certainly a way to look at it, yes. I imagine he explained the limitations of his library to my mother in such a way.

[One more, and then he's done. He moves quickly, covering the stitches with gauze, then patting Peter's shoulder. There you go.]

[itsnotaonesie]

He sounds pretty interesting. I mean like, super interesting, I could chat with someone like that for hours.

[YES FINALLY. It really hadn't taken that long, but as long as he's sitting in here, he's not out there punching mammoths.]

You done already? Awesome, I really need to get back to work.

[dhamphirs]

Go, then.

[You ungrateful little shit.]

If you reopen them, come find me.

[itsnotaonesie]

[WHAT he's totally grateful!]

I'll probably be back in a few hours anyway. I actually heal really fast, so I won't need the stitches for too long.