hadriel_logs | 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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[Well, now he felt like shit, but just a little. It wasn't his fault that Wash was as tightly controlled as he was (even if Tucker should have been well aware of it by this point). But losing a friend...he knew what that was like.

He made a face, his eyes flickering off to the side, before reaching out to grab that bloodied helmet.]

I'm...sorry, man.

[Choice words that Tucker didn't use often. Apologies didn't exactly run in his blood.

He turned and started towards the kitchen, head down. Fuck. Way to fuck up.]

Come on.

[ Tucker takes his helmet and apologizes, and Wash feels worse. His shoulders slump and he lets Tucker take it, sounding more miserable than angry now. Deflated. ]

No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. I just-- she got hurt because she was upset about Harlan and tried to protect me instead of sticking to the plan, and I should have known better. Predicted that.

[ He follows after Tucker to clean up, which is going to be a careful and water-conserving affair... he wishes he could just hop in the shower in armor but that's not an option right now. The gods had better come back soon, that's all he's saying. ]

You guys are all okay? I didn't see Carolina out there, is she home?

Face it, Wash: we'd all deviate from the plan if your life is on the line. It's what people like us do.

[People like us.

People that care about you.

Face it, they exist and there's a lot of them.]

I haven't seen her, but it's Carolina. I'm sure she's fine.

[He hoped. Fuck, he hoped. Losing her would be like losing family, and Church would handle it...well, like shit.

Tucker looked at the armor, then the bucket of water, then back at the armor. Well, shit, this wasn't going to go well, was it?]

Is there a lake I can shove you into?

[ Wash sighs, like he knows but he doesn't like it -- the plan was safer and Kyna getting hurt in place of neither of them getting hurt is upsetting to say the least. But he keeps quiet, nods instead of elaborating and at the comment about Carolina, and eyes the bucket. ]

I don't want to taint the only drinking water the city has, so in theory yes but in practice no.

[ He grabs a sponge and the bucket and heads for the door again. ]

This'll have to be good enough.

Stop having good ideas.

[Yeah, he probably should have thought of that, too, but eh. He'll let Wash have this one, even as he followed after him. This...this was going to take awhile, especially where it was already drying.

Was it the beasts blood? Or their friends'?]

Seriously, are you okay?

...not yet. Maybe when Harlan's back, when I can talk to him, I will be. But that's a waiting game.

[ But in case that wasn't what Tucker was getting at, Wash clarifies. ]

I'm not hurt, though. None of this is mine, and Kyna's okay physically now too. So I'm about as okay as I'm going to get for now.

[Emotionally. Mentally. Watching your friend get killed - even if he was coming back - couldn't be good for the psyche. And a psyche like Wash...? That had to be worse.

But that was the best answer he was getting, especially from Wash, and he knew he had to be okay with it. At least for awhile. He stared at him for a moment, before sighing and letting is shoulders drop. It'd do. For now.]

This place just sucks. If it wasn't for Epsilon, I'd ask if we could go home already.

You don't need to ask, we already know the answer -- either no, or they can't. I'm inclined to believe they actually can't. Not yet.

[ He hesitates, then figures he might as well say it. ]

When they figure out the Door, I bet he'll be able to go back as he is here.

Yeah, but--

[That was the dream, wasn't it? That Epsilon would be able to go, they'd be happy, Caboose would squeeze the life out of Church's corporeal and Tucker would wrap him in at least two layers of bubble wrap and Kevlar so he couldn't get killed again. The Reds would bitch but be secretly happy, and it would go back to normal.

That...that was the dream.]

--but what if it doesn't work that way? What if he can't?

Event Log: The Stampede

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