riverviewlogs | everything's on fire

who: Everyone!
what: The residential building is on fire
when: ~2am, August 23rd
where: The Residential building
warnings: Fire, destruction of property, injury, general warnings for crisis situations

It's a reasonably quiet night, pleasantly dry with a slight breeze. Almost nice, for those that enjoy the hours after midnight long before dawn starts to creep on the horizon. Right until it isn't, when the air changes, and there's the scent of heat that promises smoke. In most places it starts with a flash of blue light that arcs from floor to floor as energy pulses through the building, and there's a crack of sound that follows. The power dies for a moment, and if you're one of the unlucky ones, the light that follows is a literal spark in the dark, burning to life in bright orange-red, yielding heat and smoke and trouble. The energy surge doesn't just hit the lights, but sparked flames that burst to life, and they catch quickly, spreading.

The worst of it starts on the ninth floor, where the smoke and the beginning of heat starts moments before the surge. The fire spreads faster there, people starting to startle awake and realize what's happening as the flames crackle. Eventually there's an announcement on the Network, both alerting people to what's happening and trying to organize both those that are willing to help and those that need it.

Some areas are untouched, while others are ravaged badly, reduced to ashes and crumbling ceilings, so watch your step. There's chaos, but through it there's people doing what they can to help each other, and the official fire services show up to help control the blaze. After that, it's just a matter of repairing the damage that's been done, rebuilding and putting things back together, seeing what's been lost and what was saved.

Even later, people start putting the pieces together, and there's the official investigation into what might have caused a fire like that in the first place.

[ooc: As promised, the residential building is on fire! OOC plotting post is here if anyone wants to work out some last minute plans before diving in. Plotting post also includes the relevant details. Elsewise, just top level and mingle. Try not to get burned too badly. :) Good luck!]

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She checks the fifth floor almost by habit -- Bucky moved out, but he used to be there, and with the fire she's half moving on autopilot. He's not there, of course, and most of the people that were still staying there seem to have cleared out. But not all of them. Which leaves Ava shaking Ivar awake, her body a little defensive, since with the people she knows, she half expects a fight out of waking him. But she can take a punch even if she doesn't look like it.

"You need to get up now," she insists. Her eyes are luminous, a light in the dark as she grabs his shirt and tries to haul him up to a sitting position because she just doesn't think they have the time to get his bearings completely before starting to move. It's the boy from the shooting range, she realizes, but keeps focused on getting him up as best as she can. "Everything's burning."

This is just not a good night for sleeping. Ivar blinks his eyes blearily as Ava shakes him awake before he even has a chance to grab one of his knives. What the hell is going on here? Ivar growls out a a rude phrase in Old Norse, swatting at her hands. "Vinstri ek einn, drottinserðr." Leave me alone, fucker. Then he tries to roll over and go back to sleep.

But when she tries to bodily haul him upwards, he's forced to come awake. "What the hell is--" And he finds his throat has gone completely dry, forcing him to cough several times before he can swallow down enough to complete his thought. "--going on here?"

He swats at her hands, but it doesn't deter her, still working on stirring him to wakefulness so she can maneuver him enough to get him out of here. Not that she's against just dragging him out of here half-conscious, but having him at least semi-coherent had seemed like the better idea for getting some cooperation as she drags him outside. She's almost reconsidering that for a moment, though.

"Building's on fire. Need to get you out of here," she says, and body language seems to imply that she's willing to do it herself. She is however all of about five feet and a hundred pounds, so that might seem a little bit.. odd.

Ivar looks unimpressed by the news, folding his arms across his chest, a stubborn expression on his face. "Is that all?"

Priorities. The Viking has them. With all the arrogance of youth, he doesn't really consider the possibility of getting hurt or even dying from the flames. Then again, he might just be a little addled from too much oxygen deprivation. Either way, it's clear that Ava isn't going to get him to move unless she does it herself. He gives her an appraising look. While he's seen shieldmaidens just as small able to kill men on the battlefield, there was a big difference between doing that and bodily carrying a man.

"The structure's going in places. This ceiling could collapse, and smoke could kill you even if it doesn't."

She's still hoping to get him to move-- right up until that way that he looks her over, like he doesn't think that she can. Which, admittedly, if she'd been normal, she might not have managed it. But she's not normal, so there's that stubborn set to her jaw, that look in her eyes and the way that she just leans in, grabbing one of his arms and pulling it across her shoulders as she drags him to his feet, giving him a chance to not just be dragged by an agitated redhead.

But she is totally willing to drag him, if it goes down to it. "C'mon."

Ivar sits there, his mouth thinned into a flat line. Nope, he remains unconvinced about his precarious position. What he doesn't expect is to be bodily lifted up. "What are you--" He's gotten hauled to his feet, but Ivar's leg muscles aren't developed enough to keep him upright. He very nearly collapses to the floor, bracing himself only by holding onto Ava's shoulder in a bruising grip.

He's gone from merely apathetic to mad. He doesn't like anyone to see him in a weak position and barely being able to stand under his own power definitely qualifies under that category. He snaps at Ava in an angry, barking tone, two red spots appearing along the tops of his cheekbones. "Let me go! Put me down, you heathen wench! I can crawl perfectly fine!" He'd be struggling if it wouldn't just mean ending up collapsed in a heap on the floor.

everything's on fire

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omg I lost the notif I'm so sorry sob

/Rings the shame bell.