everything's on fire

[krasnaya_vdova]

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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Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

[unmakeme]

Natasha has never been able to sleep soundly through the night. The slightest thing pulls her into consciousness in an instant - a noise that shouldn’t be there, a change in temperature, the slightest touch. She doesn’t always open her eyes and get out of bed, because they’re almost always nothing to be worried about.

This time it’s different. The change in temperature, the muffled panicked voices, when they wake her up, they’re accompanied by the smell of smoke, and that has her sitting bolt upright. The first thing she reaches for is her phone, and upon seeing the message confirming the fire, she’s up and out of bed immediately.

The fire is close if she can smell it, feel it. She jams her bluetooth headset into her ear, pulls her hair back into a bun. Instinct to panic warring with the need to get people out of this building in her mind. She can do this. It’s going to be fine. The fucking building is just on fucking fire.

There’s a heavy metal footlocker at the foot of her bed, and most of her things are already in it. There are a few things on her night table, and she scoops them up and dumps them in, same with a chair by her bed and one dresser drawer. It all takes just a matter of moments. The question of how she’s going to get it out of the building is a problem. She can’t carry it down. Her things will never be more important than human life. Of course… her trunk can survive a fall that a person couldn’t. Which is how she ends up slamming it closed and throwing it out of the window into a small stand of trees. As soon as her hand lets go of the handle, she remembers that her suit was draped over the chair along with her jacket and jeans. The pile of clothes that she swept into her trunk. The trunk that is now… somewhere down there.

“Fuck.”

Well, nothing to do for it now. She just puts the rest of her gear on anyway, jams her feet into a pair of boots by her door, and pulls her bites onto her wrists. Before she leaves her room, she grabs a scarf and darts into the bathroom. She runs it under the tap quickly, then ties it over her nose and mouth and dunks her head under the same tap before running out of her room and for the stairwell.

With her heart in her throat, she fights against her panic and heads up instead of down, creating an open audio post on the network as she runs before sticking her phone in her bra. Sure would be nice to have a uniform with pockets right about now. Really sucks that hers is (hopefully) in a tree.

i
Natasha does everything she can to clear the floors systematically, checking every room the spreading flames allow her to reach. She turns on taps in sinks she passes, grabs towels and curtains to soak in the water and wrap around people to help them make it out of the building without being burned. Those who are on relatively safe floors and seem capable of taking the stairs down themselves, she brings to the stairwell and warns them to just get out as quickly as they can. Anyone who does not seem capable of making it out of the building on their own, she will see them to safety. If the stairs are not an option, she will find another way. Having a purpose makes it much easier to squash down her own panic.

ii
If she comes across someone she thinks could help in the rescue effort, she will take a brief moment to trade information, and see what they think they're capable of. Plenty of brave, strong people in this city. Natasha is helping someone limp their way down a hallway when she spots one such person. "Hey!" she calls out, moving a little more quickly. "Do you think you could help me? I don't think they're going to make it down on their own."

iii
After the fire is finally put out, the building finally emptied, everything Natasha has been keeping at bay with a purpose comes crashing down on top of her. She's sore, her skin is dry and cracked, her eyes are watering and bloodshot, and her mind is a dark and fucking horrible place to be right now. She refuses medical attention, going so far as to yell at a few medics who try to get near her. She doesn't want anyone poking at her right now. She just sits on a planter, streaked with soot and ash, in her sports bra and shorts, and tries to pull herself together enough to function.

[[OOC: Natasha will check every floor she can get to, and every room on it that she can get into. Which means you cold have your door kicked in if you would like a really scary wake-up call.

 Her plotting comment is here if you would like to plan something, though feel free to just go with whatever strikes your fancy.]]

[ ii ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon lowers a few people onto the ground before he snaps to attention at the sound of someone else's voice. He straightens himself, trying to look more grownup than he actually is. The bright red S stands out on his chest. ]

What do you need?

ii

[rightly]

It's not the fire so much as the sound of people running around and yelling that wakes Steve up from his sleep, and though he's a little groggy at first, it doesn't take a lot for him to figure out something's wrong. And the moment he steps out onto the hallway, he can already tell why.

There's a faint curtain of smoke, even when there's no fire nearby, but it's enough to tell that at least somewhere on the building, something's on fire. He doesn't give himself enough time to think, kicking into action without thought. Still in his boxers and sleeveless shirt, he rushes up and down the stairs, searching for people who need help making it down the building, offering to carry anyone who might look like they need it.

He turns quickly when a voice yells across on such hallway, and he rushes towards the pair of people quickly, placing a hand on the shoulder of the one that's limping. "Right. Yeah," he nods, then without pause reaches to lift the person up in his arms, tipping his head towards the door to the stairs. "Think you can open a path for me?"

iii

[wingedman]

She might not be letting the medics near, but Sam manages to approach, stopping a couple feet short when he sees her body language. He deliberately leaves her room for personal space.

"I got a blanket, if you're cold." He holds it up to show her. The August night is warm enough, but the blanket is more for shock than chill, to be honest. And he doesn't expect someone like Natasha to get cold easily, but shock? Yeah, that's another matter entirely.

"You mind if I sit?" He gestures to a planter next to hers, keeping his voice calm and level. It's absolutely the tone he uses with patients who are having an episode, because something is pretty clearly Not Right here. Whether it's immediate trauma or something she's kept buried or a combination of both, Sam can't say, but he's not going to let her go through it alone.

ii

[buildsomething]

Tony's focus is almost entirely on finding people who don't seem to be able to move on their own. He knows there are other people moving through, helping, so heat signatures moving freely are taking a back seat for the moment.

It's why he doesn't realize he's nearly on top of one of the last people he'd expect to see until he hears a very familiar voice calling out. He's not even sure if he's the target, but he slowly steps out of the room he'd been searching to see, yes, a shock of red hair just barely visible.

"Widow?" It sounds flat, like he's almost too surprised to actually vocalize it.

A heartbeat later, he spots the person she's supporting and snaps back into mission mode. This is so very something that will have to be dealt with later. "What do you need?" He asks as he takes a step closer.

ii.

[krasnaya_vdova]

Ava's been doing the best she can, floor by floor, room by room, slipping through the fire and making sure that no one's trapped. If she can't fix this, she can at least help people, get them safe. It's a distraction, keeps her thoughts from her guilt and from her memories.

At least it is until she hears that voice. Not directed at her, someone nearby, but Ava turns to face it anyway, and it takes her a moment. Almost feels like she's caught in some dream at the sight of red hair and the features of the woman's face. Natashka. Some part of her brain is sure it's seconds until the explosions, until she grabs her, rolls them under a fallen weapons locker, the only barrier between Ava and the storm of fire. But no-- she shakes herself out of it, swallowing and trying to not look too shell-shocked.

"I can help," she offers, and despite being very petite there's a quiet confidence to her voice as she moves toward Nat.

III

[threatenwithcuteness]

So Lola watched a medic back away slowly from the crazy redhead. Lola was trying to figure out how to go about offering the woman water without, you know, yelling. She didn't really need that. She was really fit, she looked good in spite of the outfit and the soot. And the injuries. Lola's mind drifted off of 'how to approach' and 'what would she look best in' pretty quickly.

But her focus was still on Natasha, so her powers are clicking into place. Cleaning some of the soot and healing some wounds. There's also a calming 'not alone' feeling that comes with all this. Lola's the full package of supportive.

iii

[nikolaievich]

It’s been stressful from the first moment.

Illya doesn’t have any kind of aversion to fire, he doesn’t have any bad memories attached to it. But most people have a natural, instinctual aversion to fire and he’s no different. AS soon as he smelt the smoke, as soon as he heard the screams and figured what was going on he jumped into action. This is not his specialty but he’s had enough training to figure out how to act in case of emergency, and how to do his best to bring people to safety so he quickly gets to work.

But now that the danger’s done, comes another kind of saving. He wasn’t exactly looking for Natalia, not in the middle of all this mess but his mind still focuses on a certain shade of red hair as soon as he spots it as he comes closer.

“Natasha…?” He nearly whispers, unsure if that particular name would be welcome now. He takes of his jacket and offers it to her.

Lola Pacini | OTA | Outside

[threatenwithcuteness]

Lola did the smartest, most appropriate thing, that she could do in this situation. She got out of the building. She's not a fighter, she has no idea what to do in a fire. All she'd be in there is a liability. She grabbed some clothes, a pair of shoes, and her phone so she can keep up on the network. And she came outside. She can't claim this was the bravest thing she's done, but it was the smartest. By leaps and bounds.

She picked a bit of shrubbery and got herself dressed, quick as she could because she'd need to be, well... useful. That's the only way she can be useful. It'll make up for her not being able to help save people.

Option 1

Lola is using her phone to contact local hotels and shelters trying to determine where, if anywhere, everyone from inside of the Communal Residence can stay for the next night or two. Lola has done decent for herself, but this is a bit beyond her ability. It was selfish to grab her phone out of the burning building (as she did it for the photos of her friends on it), but it was practical to make use of it.

Sadly Lola's usual patience is... lacking. She's angry, and anxious, and so many of her calls end in a lot of very angry Spanish directed at her phone and she's getting very frustrated. Maybe calm her down?

Option 2

Lola's trying to find better ways to be useful, ways that don't involve screaming at her phone and getting frustrated. So she'll turn to helping the various people who come out of Communal get blankets, clothes, water, or help as they need it. She's able to move and able to work, and the idea of sitting still just bothers her too much to even consider. So anyone that looks in need of assistance might find Lola coming up.

"Is there anything I can get you?

Option 3: I need Healing!

If you're unfortunate enough to be hurt, Lola will naturally rush over and see what's wrong. She can't really provide first aid, she doesn't have the supplies or skills. However... her presence and her attention causes wounds to heal faster. Like... noticeably faster. Bruises and cuts just vanishing on a person as she fusses. Burns will get less severe, even if they don't vanish all the way.

Lola seems unaware of what's happening, even as she sees the wounds heal she assumes they just 'looked worse than they were.' But someone should piece that together, especially as Lola's focus brings along a wave of feeling watched over, flushing away some of the tiredness and stress of the situation.

Isn't Lola suppose to be the normal one?

3

[tempredmental]

He was supposed to be staying put, not limping and wandering around the crowd outside looking for people, but he was doing the latter out of sheer stubbornness and the complete inability to sit still at the moment. Keith was looking for others from Floor 2, people he knew from other floors, and, most specifically, Shiro. He ended up coming upon Lola, who was moving around those who might be injured, bringing them water or blankets or other things they might need and trying to be comforting.

Honestly, he was glad to see she'd gotten out and seemed to be doing okay... unharmed, at least.

"Hey... you okay?"

He was in his Paladin armor, the helmet tucked under an arm, and looked kind of worse for wear being all covered in soot and smoke, and that wasn't even counting the fact that he was clearly favoring his left leg.

Jonathan Samuel Kent | OTA

[supersweet]

[ i. crashing thru your window, yes yours. ]

[ Jon heard it before the announcement came through the network. Unsurprising, since his hearing is far better than most of his other senses. For a few seconds, Jon lay in bed, trapped in his uncertainty. Then he threw off the covers and reached for his suit — the Kryptonian one his father had gotten him. It feels different. Tighter, more . . . like a uniform than the threadbare costume Jon had put together himself. Adjusting his cape, Jon leaps from his window and flies —

— only to come face to face with a burning building. He stops in mid air, old memories overlapping. Of his tree burning, of his town in flames, and Manchester Black's hands on his face. No. Watch. Remember. Black is black and white is white. Jon presses his lips so tightly that they ache. He had been afraid, afraid to use his powers since then. Afraid that he might find a waiting abyss, a darkness that Manchester Black had been ready to exploit. Jon could be that monster. Jon felt it under his skin.

But Superman was not here in Riverview. There was only Jon. And that had to be enough for now.

Jon flies through the window, ignoring the glass shards. The flames lick at his suit, but Jon can't feel it. He hones on the closest heartbeat, his eyes darting back and forth. ]

If you're here, we gotta go! Right now!

[ ii. take my breath away. ]

[ As Jon flew people in and out, he also walked through the building with ease, blowing out fires with his super-breath. A few staircases had caved in, making it impossible to head for the exit. With a frown, he musters up his ice-breath, creating slopes for people to use. It's not perfect but Jon couldn't carry everyone out or fully expunge every flame. He coughs, some of the smoke entering his lungs and for a moment, he struggles to breath. He couldn't stop, not yet. His father wouldn't have stopped. He blinks away smokey tears, straining his eyes as he calls out to anyone near by. ]

I can make an exit! And a slope to get down.

[ Jon cracks his knuckles to demonstrate his competence. Though he's probably nearing his limit. ]

[ iii. aftermath ]

[ For a while, Jon just watches the fires go out. The heartbeats in the area are full of sorrow, shock and loss and it slowly grinds away at his composure. This was his first moment . . . his first steps outside of the loving safety net his father had always provided. The first time he might have jeopardized his identity and everything his father stood for. He might have compromised his safety, left himself open to another manipulation like the kind Manchester Black had subjected him to.

Jon didn't know. He doesn't have any of the answers. He rubs his throat, feeling the sting of smoke. Maybe instead of worrying about the future, he should look into getting a glass of water. And a long night's rest. ]

(( have something else in mind? let me know ))

im doing a wildcard thing :V

[spellslots]

[Elves don't really sleep; Taako is awake when the message hits the network, and after giving Lup and Lucretia a heads up, he pulls on his cloak, grabs the umbra staff, and heads out the door. He's not a hero, but he has friends that live in communal housing.

Once he arrives, though, Taako doesn't head straight in, because there's something he should do first.]

Hey, Jon, c'mere.

[It's said clearly, but not loudly. He's just hoping Jon will be paying attention.]

hana song (d.va) | ota

[bunnyhopped]

01; makin' my way downstairs; floor 10/fire escape

[ Heat and the smell of smoke doesn't catch Hana's attention quite like the blue surge of energy that kills the power does. Of course she had been up this late playing video games and of course her almost professional focus on it held her attention until the game was suddenly gone in concurrence with that arcing energy, as with the other electrical items in the common area of the tenth floor— and the rest of the floor, too, for that matter. Her first instinct is to check the network for new, already a sinking feeling in her stomach that this isn't just a power outage as the newest post confirms what she'd begun to suspect.

Help. She needs to help. She needs to suit up. She needs her mech.

With the light on her phone, she tries to find her way back to her room, to her trunk where her plugsuit is stashed away. And without any regard to anyone being around because – shit, the building is on freaking fire – she changes into it, slips her headgear on and then dashes out.

There's not much she can do without her mech. Crap. She needs to get downstairs, but— what if she can help on the way down? Shouldn't she at least try? Ahh, crap. Her feet take her hurriedly to the fire escape, where she practically kicks the tenth floor entrance to it open. ]

I need to get downstairs!

02; rescue mode engaged; outside

[ She feels much, much better once she makes it down to the basement garage and gets into her mech. Because after she suits up, she's able to boost and fly and hover up to where she's needed, starting with boosting out of the garage entrance (look, it's closer than the exit, and it's an emergency) and out onto the streets where people are trying to collect themselves after escaping, being treated for injuries, and everything else in between.

Where is she needed? She can fly up to windows and help people get out of those, or go back into the think of things and help move heavy things if they're obstructing escape. She's in a big hunk of pink-coated metal, she can do anything. ]

> earlier; closed to shiro

[ It was already going to be a long night, but Hana hadn't known just how much it would be when she spontaneously decided to text Shiro at 1am with the most mundane of questions: how do you brush your teeth in space? Because she had been brushing her own teeth with the honest intention of going to bed even though she didn't feel even the least bit tired, and even though she already knew she would probably just end up staying up playing games. Plans change all the time, and hers do when she unexpectedly receives a reply from him.

Well, if he's up, might as well hang out, right?

Which is how they've ended up in the common area of the tenth floor, with the game Hana's been playing and showing Shiro. This time it's one set in space, which is quite possibly how she ended up wondering how one brushes their teeth in zero-G, and instead of zombies she's fighting against murderous, sentient robots with a hivemind.

...Which kinda reminds her of home, but she doesn't want to think about that.

And she won't have to, because at some point there's a distinct rumbling sound and feeling coming from below them, almost shaking, definitely out of the ordinary. She almost pauses her game, but instead she casts a glance over to Shiro and says, ]

Did you hear that?

> wildcard!

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01

[verflair]

[ Miqo’te are hunters, and as such they are possessed of senses beyond that of normal humans. The smell of smoke reaches his nose first, tugging him out of his sleep, and he sits bolt upright in bed. X’rhun is well-acquainted with the smells of everything around him going up in flames, and he’s well-acquainted with just how quickly this sort of situation can go from bad to worse.

He doesn’t have the time to throw on his Duelist uniform— too many buckles and fiddly bits and he’s in a hurry— so he’s in the midst of tugging on the practical pair of boots that accompany the Perimeter Guard uniform he was given (and never wears) when a surge of… something kills the power.

He’s still only half-dressed in his boots and a pair of plain sweats, his rapier and crystal at his hips, a balled-up t-shirt in one hand when he nearly collides with Hana as she’s bolting into the room. ]

Whatever you’re doing, there’s no time. We need to get out of here.

Keith | OTA

[tempredmental]

Floor 2

Keith wasn't exactly a heavy sleeper, especially lately. So, even with seven floors between them, the slight rumble from above was all it really took to rouse him. He opened his eyes, not really moving, wondering if someone had just bumped his bed as they walked past to the bathroom or something, but there wasn't any movement in his area of the floor. He sighed a little, intending on rolling over and attempting to go back to sleep when strange blue arcs made their way around the room, lighting it up in a momentary flash.

Then they were gone.

He frowned and sat up now, wondering what that had been, when his communicator buzzed. He looked at it.

"Quiznak." He jumped up and grabbed his Paladin armor. He was used to pulling it on fast now, and, as he did, he started working to wake other people on Floor 2.

"HEY! Get up! There's a fire upstairs! We need to get out!"

=====

Rescues!

One good thing about Paladin armor was that it was pretty resistant to heat and flames. He'd done this before when Sendak and his second in command set fire to the Arusian village to draw the Paladins away from the Castle of Lions in an attempt to take it over. Activating the facemask, he charged up the steps to start waking people up and getting them out, helping anyone he could along the way.

He was also escorting people out, or, as he got to floors that were burning, taking them out through windows if needed as the jetpacks on the back of his armor were good for helping him land easily from high jumps, even carrying someone else. Here was hoping his 'passengers' didn't mind heights!

=====

Rescued?

Okay, so Keith was impulsive, and often jumped into things without thinking when he was trying hard to do the right thing. He often disregarded his own safety when attempting to ensure the safety of others. Oops.

On a particularly burned up level, he wasn't paying attention and the ceiling came down on top of him. The armor protected him from any major injuries, but he was definitely pinned and was going to need some help getting out.

=====

Aftermath

A few bumps and bruises later, as well as a sore and potentially sprained ankle from the caved in ceiling, and Keith was basically stuck outside waiting to see who he knew had made it out. He had pulled off his helmet, the surface of his armor covered in soot and smoke, and looked pretty tired. Thankfully, the helmet had kept him from breathing in any smoke. He was pretty sure he'd seen Shiro at a few points, as they both had the lighting on their armor, so it would have been easy to spot each other, even in the smoke and darkness, but he was limping around the crowd looking for him now to make sure he was out of the building completely. It seemed like most everyone was out, so there was no reason to go back in, right?

Rescues! Beware Falling Marinettes

[de_evilise]

Marinette had refused to flee the building immediately - she insisted on getting the cloth and dolls she'd been working on because she did NOT want to redo all that work all over again. She was still moving quickly, stuffing what she could into her backpack as she shifted her weight from the rising temperature as the fire got closer. Once she was ready, she darted over to the door, only to see the fire had already reached her floor. "No!"

Welp, there was only one other way out. She ran over to the balcony, peering down. Sure, she was ONLY on the tenth floor. Climbing down was a STELLAR idea and.. yet that was exactly what she planned on doing. After grabbing a few bedsheets from her bed, that is, tying them as quickly as she could to the balcony. "Here goes.." She tied the sheet to the railing and climbed over the balcony, starting to climb down.

Her cloth tying skills needed work though, because by the time she got to the eighth floor, it started to loosen. She glanced up just as it gave way, and as she started to fall, she shrieked, automatically grabbing hold of the ledge, her body hitting the building heavily. "GGuh!" And just her luck, the ledge just so happened to break away under her hands and she was falling again. "TI--!" WAH, she's gonna be street pizza'd before while she was still in her prime!

Marinette/Ladybug OTA

[de_evilise]

Floor 10

And she had only just gotten to sleep too. But she didn't sleep heavily on a good day, and her mind had yet to fully switch over from superhero to civilian mode. So when her room flickered with... with -something- she didn't quite see, she immediately jerked her head up to catch the light fading. "What was that..?" she stumbled out of her bed, glancing around for her roommates, if they were present. "Hey, something's going on outside..!" Like a fire. A big one. "Oh no --" Welp! If her roomies were around she'd immediately go to wake them up, shaking the sleepiness from her own head.

Rescuing! Beginning at Floor 10 and heading up~ (Ladybug OTA)

Once she was clear to do so, she had changed into her Ladybug persona quickly, wasting no time in her intent to get to anyone who might need help. First she did a sweep of her floor, checking to make sure others were able to evacuate before heading for the stairs. Up or down.. up or down? Up. She darted up the stairs, dodging fire and falling rubble, coughing slightly - the smoke wasn't as thick yet, but it was spreading quickly. "Hello! Is anyone here!? If you need help call out - make some noise or anything!" There was a chance that someone was injured and couldn't call out though. She really hoped that wasn't the case.

2. Rescue meeeee~! (Marinette OTA)

A smart person would think of their life first - Marinette was bright enough, but some people might think her recklessness made her .. not so much intelligent. She put value on the strangest things - for example, when when she woke up detecting the faintest smell of smoke, she at first thought someone left the oven on. She'd gotten up to investigate, looking for her roommates - but the smoke was stronger by then, and it wasn't coming from their kitchen.

That's when she realized there was a very real, very dangerous, fire somewhere. She had at first gone to check the window to see if she could determine where it was, and when she saw the flames licking their way up the building, she rushed her way out of the shared room, heading for the stairs, letting out a yelp of surprise when she saw the flames. ...And promptly makes a break back to her room. She wasn't about to let the flames burn up her hard work! Someone might have to DRAG her out. Or they can surprise her in the hall while rescuing others!

3. Aftermath (Ladybug and Marinette OTA)
Ladybug Mode
She couldn't do much to help people who were injured, but she did stop by those who looked like they were worse off to try to do what she could, even if it was reassuring them she'd get help. Her main goal was to find someone who looked like they were investigating what caused the fire, so she could learn what happened as well. She will stop to exchange information with anyone who asks though.

[ OOC: Also side note, anyone who wants an area repaired either fully or partially, she can use her power to do that! Just hit me up :) ]

Marinette Mode
She was kind of used to pulling late nighters and the scare with the fire frightened her enough that she didn't think she WANTED to sleep anytime soon. Still, she -was- tired, so she picked her way over to a spot by the building, coughing and soot covered, flinching slightly from burns she received both as Marinette and as Ladybug. Her matching injuries shouldn't be an issue though - almost everyone got hurt here.

3. Marinette Mode

[threatenwithcuteness]

Someone coughing and looking beat up just drew the attention of a white haired and very tired Lola. But between the adrenaline and Lola's desire to make sure everyone was okay she soldiered on. She offered a bottle of water to Marinette, "That was really scary, huh?"

Lola will just take a seat next to her, with her own water. Looking dead tired... the white hair not making her look less beat. "You okay?"

(OOC: If you want, Lola's powers can kick in and start healing Marinette. Otherwise we can handwave Lola's too tired for the level of focus her new power needs.)

sam wilson | mcu | ota

[wingedman]

i

[Sam wakes up in the middle of the night to an emergency broadcast on the network, and it doesn't take him long to pull on his tactical gear and head over to the communal housing. He might not have actual firefighting gear, but rescuing people is absolutely what he's trained for. He doesn't bother with the lower floors, heading straight up to the top floors and making an entrance through one of the larger common area windows.

Working his way down floor by floor, he checks for people in each room, keeps in contact with the other rescue workers by comm. And when he finds someone, he steers them to the nearest window.]

Ohh, I'm gonna regret this in the morning.


ii

[Once the higher levels are evacuated, Sam settles in with the medics, taking the lowest tier of triage - the ones who can be treated on the spot and just need minor wounds looked after. He takes a break after one patient to gulp down some water, breaking into a hacking cough in the middle of his drink.]

Goddamn smoke.

[He'd known it would happen, but it's a small price to pay for getting people out of the building in a hurry. Still, it makes him think he ought to have emergency gear handy. He'll talk to one of the Tonys about it later.

Right now, he glances up at the person approaching him, caps the water bottle and sets it aside.]

You need any help?

[ ii ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon coughs, rubbing his throat. Then he shoots Sam a sheepish grin. ]

Do you have another one of those?

Tony Stark (MCU) | OTA

[buildsomething]

i.

Before Ava has even finished calling him, Tony is already armoring up. It takes less than a minute to get to the building at top speed, but he can already see flames flickering along the edges. Without so much as a pause he heads straight for the roof and nearly tears the access door off its hinges to head inside.

He goes down floor by floor, systematically checking every room he can find for anyone stuck or trapped. Relying mainly on the armor's sensors to find heat signatures, but as the smoke gets thicker and the air heats, he calls out every so often in a slightly electronic, amplied voice, "is anyone still here?"

Anyone he finds, if they can walk, he will find a safe path out even if it involves blasting through closed doors and walls. For anyone who can't, well. There's a much faster way down being held by a flying suit of armor.

ii.

The stairway is blocked. It looks like part of the ceiling has collapsed, covering the stairs in rubble and a massive support beam dropped sideways across the middle. At least until a pair of armored hands grab hold of one end and haul it back upright. Tony sets every bit of the armor's enhanced strength against holding it in place with a creak of metal as he braces himself against it.

"I have it," he says to anyone who's been trying to figure out how to get through, somehow sounding only a little strained despite the weight he's holding. "Go on through."

iii.

Once most of the building is clear, Tony can be found just outside, helmet off and resting by his feet. His hair is matted to his face with sweat and the water he'd dumped over his head, and there's soot and ash streaked across the surface of the armor, but Tony himself looks unharmed.

Actually, he mostly looks distracted, frowning thoughtfully up at the still burning building. "That wall is about to come down," he says, not quite talking to himself. Though he does glance around a moment later. "Are we sure no one's still up there?"

He says it like he might snatch up his helmet and fly right back up there if anyone says no.

[Want to do something else? Throw it at me. Will match styles.]

[ iii ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon shakes his head. His sight or x-ray vision isn't great, but he can hear everyone in Riverview. Every heart beat, steadily thumping away. His powers may fluctuate, but his hearing has always been his strongest, most secure power. It has never left him astray. ]

Everyone's out.

Ava Anatalya Orlova | Marvel | OTA

[krasnaya_vdova]

i. and everything's burning

[Ava doesn't waste time once she's realized what's going on-- it's happened again. There's that sick feeling that curls in her stomach, the guilt of it that hits her hard, but she pushes it down because she needs to move. Deal with her feelings about all of this, when people aren't in danger. There's that pulse, the beat of her heart as she needs to know how bad it is.

The dreams were bad. A mix of the Red Room and Alexei and her hand on the gun that killed him. It only takes a second, a second on that cusp of dreaming and awake, pushing back, wanting it all to stop and again she's wreathed in flames. She's moving fast, half in a daze, pulling on her boots, snapping on her belt, grabbing her phone, stuffing the things she keeps in easy reach into the duffle bag at the foot of her bed. The fire's in the hallway which isn't good.

She needs to get people here out, call Tony, make sure everyone knows what's happened, and then save everyone. She knocks on doors, and helps anyone stumbling out of their room with a quick explanation--] Fire. You need to go. Now.

[She doesn't seem to have noticed she's still in her pajamas. Probably not the best time to point it out, either.]


ii. suit up and get moving

[Once she's called Tony, made an announcement, and helped the first round of people out of the burning building and appraised just how bad it is (real bad) she's heading back into the building. She heads back toward the top floors, though she pauses and helps anyone that seems to need it on the way. But her concern here is that with how bad the ninth floor is, it's going to leave the six floors above cut off. She knows Tony's already there, but this is her mess.

She's on comms, for anyone that knows her, and has the post running on audio through her headset, too. The ninth floor is even worse than when she first left it, and she curses mutedly, glowing for a moment as she moves through the flames of the ninth floor, and then up to the tenth, coughing on the smoke. She gets clear, and immediately is calling out, knocking on doors, trying to see who needs help as she makes her way up to the roof. Aside from helping get people to safety she doesn't leave until everyone's out, checks every room, knocks on doors, fights her way through collapsed areas until she can tell herself that everyone's okay. Or alive, at least. She tries to keep her powers as muted as she can, but with her emotions running high it's hard, and especially when the pulse of them is the very thing that insulates her from the heat.]


iii. i'm afraid the cracks are starting to show

[After it all, when everyone's out, she's been up to the roof and back down and pulled people from fire at least a dozen times, she stands there looking up at the building, feeling a little numb. It's just all structural at this point. And that too, she feels like she needs to help with. But for a moment, it all catches up with her. Memories wrought in fire again and again, and how she can't quite stop this from happening no matter how hard she tries to force it down, make it this spark in her heart. Don't let herself react, don't feel, and she can almost pretend to be normal.

But she's so very bad at not feeling. Especially in her dreams. And then everything burns. There are some people, still getting burns bandaged, magic used as a cure for burned lungs and the horror of it starts to sink in, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she looks at it all. It's never been this bad before, but she's also usually been in a box of metal and concrete when it happens.

The rooms will be repaired but that doesn't change the fact that there's no place for her there. She recovers her duffle bag from where she stashed it, slinging it over her shoulder, still in her mixup of summer pajamas and the red tac boots she wore with her uniform. She takes a few steps back, not quite sure where she's going, just... needs to put some distance between her and the people here.]


iv. i am not safe

[Wildcard option. Open to post-fire stuff too, and I'll happily write up individualized prompts. Ava is the accidental culprit of this mess, so feel free to poke her with investigative stuff, too. Her plotting post is here or PM this journal or pplurk me @ natalia_vdova if you prefer.]

iii

[anotheroldsoldier]

[This was a bit of a disaster. Bucky counts himself lucky he had been having a sleepless night at the new place; as soon as he saw the smoke from the residential building and found the update on the network, he had thrown on his boots and headed over to help. There were plenty of people around getting others out and to safety, so he focused more on trying to direct the fire away from occupied areas, toward spots already evacuated or already damaged to lessen the overall damage done. He's not sure how good a job he did, but he'd made the effort.

Now it's about over. Everyone's out, the fire has died down. It's not a stroke of luck that he spots Ava, maybe he was seeking her out on purpose, to make sure she's okay. She's got her bag, wearing just pajamas and boots, and he's not much better. He's sweaty and sooty and wearing his sweatpants and Perimeter Guard t-shirt with his combat boots.

Wordlessly, he joins her, curling his fingers around her upper arm to gently tug her in a certain direction.] C'mon. You can crash on my couch for now.

Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ragnarsson]

A. Sleeping In - For Ava

The problem with growing up in a Viking culture is that one got used to the sounds of battle fairly early on. Ivar was no exception. Panicked people and the sounds of the fire encroaching in from the other floors did nothing to stir the Viking, who had only gone to sleep about half an hour before. This wouldn't have been so bad except for the part where the smoke started creeping into the room, allowing him to inhale copious amounts of it.

Still, he didn't wake, merely shifting around, and burying himself further beneath the blankets, dreaming of Kattegat in happier days. Little did he know he was about to be woken up and have his life saved in a very abrupt manner.

B. Outside - OTA

Saved and most ungrateful to Ava for rescuing him from death by smoke inhalation, Ivar is sitting down on the curb, watching the flames go ever-higher, and glowering at anyone who passes by in-between coughing fits. A paramedic who approaches with oxygen is quickly rebuffed, and considering the reputation he's gotten at the hospital, the medic is quick not to test the Viking's temper.

Anyone who tries to get him to get some medical attention will be met with the same answer. "I'm--" Cough. "--not going--" Another cough. "--to the--" Wheeze and a big inhale of air. "--hospital." He considers it to be a useless place and is determined not to go back there.

So someone can either do their best to make him go or drag his stubborn ass to whatever healers are wandering around. Either way, he's going to need medical attention at some point before he keels over from lack of air.

A!

[krasnaya_vdova]

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."

Jamie Dodger | OTA

[smokedout]

[Dodger is not one for helping others, or letting himself be helped... the only thing he cares about is himself, and as soon as the fire spreads to the fourth floor, he is out. He hadn't bothered to get anything but his ratty hoodie and a small cardboard box full of whatever it is Dodger thinks is important to keep safe... and one jar of fireflies, the only other thing he has the strength to carry with this stupid power suppressor sapping his powers.

Unfortunately, that power suppressor will be stopping him only a few feet outside of the building - it's designed to shock him if he tries to leave the premises. And continue shocking him, at an increasing voltage, the longer he stays out of range. So pretty soon he'll be laying on the ground next to the items he salvaged, clawing harshly at his neck, kicking and screaming as he tries to save himself from the electrocution and the horrible panic set in by having already nearly died from electrocution before.

Ed will be rescuing him from that. No need to worry... but the curious might run across his box, left behind when he was rescued until he had the time to come back and grab it. And more helpfully, his dog will be searching through the building for anyone who needs help. So if you would like to get CR with a robotic malinois, that's an option too.]

[alchemyfreak]

[By 2 a.m. Ed and Al were already asleep at the General Store, completely unaware of the fire engulfing the communal housing building. The Pokemon, on the other hand, was well aware of the danger and had made a point of joining in the efforts of putting out the fires. If the need arose one might find Ed's Milotic dragging people from the building, bringing them to healers and medics to get checked out.

That all stopped when the creature was distracted by a situation that wasn't going to be fixed by any medic, at least as far as the Milotic could determine. Thankfully by this point the water snake is no longer wet to add to the electric current torturing Dodger, if he's passive enough he'll get a ride to the nearby store - if not, a 20-foot-snake will be dragging him by whatever it can safely latch onto, whether it's his shirt or an ankle.

Once inside, Dodger will be dumped in the office as the Milotic goes to wake Ed and retrieve him.]

Illya Kuryakin | TMFU | OTA

[nikolaievich]

Illya wakes up fairly quickly. He doesn’t sleep that deeply anyway, and especially not in a place that’s still not home in his mind. He’s been here for a few months by now, but the fact that his roommates change often and all the weird things that happen nearly every month make him be on edge even if the surroundings have ended up being fairly familiar.

Point is, as soon as the fire starts, as soon as there’s smoke and screams and people running around the common rooms he’s one of the first to leave the room and rush to help people. He doesn’t go back or any of his belongings- he has his father’s watch with him, that’s the most important thing. He feels a pang of regret for the presents he got from his friends, but he knows it’s what he has to do. He doesn’t even get dressed, running around in black boxers and a white tank top because he had been in bed when the fire started.

So Illya will be all over the building doing his best to help. Carrying people out, lifting things if needed, getting towels wet and handing them to people to put under doors, showing people the way out…

He will take any kind of help anyone offers, and he will also do his best to help those who can’t help themselves.

[evasives]

There's a lot happening, between people evacuating and people helping. The weirdest part is the decentralization of the fire, but Cassian will come back to that later. He's up high, eleventh floor, which means it's a long way down the stairs because he knows better than to chance the elevator.

He reaches another floor, only to find part of the stairwell blocked by a wooden plank. It's not blocking the way entirely, but if traffic picks up it could very easily slow people down enough to risk lives. Cassian starts to tug at it, finding it harder than anticipated, heavy and warm to the touch.

In his peripheral vision, he sees another man rushing through, and while normally he wouldn't like to draw attention to himself, this is clearly different. "Hey! You! Help me with this!"

jyn erso | rogue one | open

[realists]

When Jyn was a little girl, Saw taught her to sleep lightly so she could leap up, ready to go. All it takes this time is a flicker of lights and Jyn is pulled from a dream she doesn't remember, sitting up and pulling her boots on before she can even rub the sleep from her eyes.

She flits out of the room, heading to the stairs where she finally gets a lock on the situation -- fire, upstairs. She doesn't need to hear where to start moving but unlike most people on the stairs, Jyn goes up from the fourth floor instead of down. She has nothing to salvage from her own room in the event a brief flicker of power isn't all that befalls it, but she definitely has something important upstairs that she isn't leaving without.

But as much as she wants to get to Cassian, she's a bleeding heart underneath the cactus-like personality and anyone in any type of danger or distress on her way to the eleventh floor will cause her to stop and assess, especially children. "Are you alright?"

[evasives]

The eleventh floor generally isn't an issue. The building has an elevator. But the elevator doesn't really mean shit when said building is on fire and the only option is stairs. Cassian wakes up quickly to the smell of smoke and the flash of lights, and it doesn't take him long to put his own escape into motion.

He has very little belongings, grabbing what he can before he leaves his room and starts making his way downstairs. He's not the only one, and he stops now and then along the way to usher someone along, to help them organize themselves.

He gets about halfway down when he sees a familiar flash coming up and does a double take before quickly slithering between the evacuees towards Jyn. He catches her arm and stops her, pulling her towards him hard enough that he accidentally yanks her into his chest.

"Why are you going up?"

shigeru miyata | ota

[mysophobic]

[ For the most part Shigeru will be manning a tent, an otherwise haphazard type of shelter, for those in immediate need of some healing or healthcare. He's not going directly into the building itself but he's definitely running around to see which of those people need the most help at the moment. Despite the chaos he might hold up a sign for anyone to read. ]

If you need help or know anyone who does please follow me to the tent over there! [ He'll motion towards with its big cross on the top of it. ]

I can heal people of their wounds and then we can get them to the hospital!

[ It's a complete disaster but he's maintaining his calm rather well. Almost as if he's used to this sort of thing. ]

[bottombitch]

[ When the fire broke out, Aoba evacuated along with everyone else. Thankfully, he'd pulled on jeans, slipped into some sneakers and pulled on a shirt. His apartment was far from the affected floors but now that he was awake, there was no way he was going to be able to sleep after having been woken up by blaring alarms and the scent of smoke. Now he was jittery with nervous energy and, lacking any other way of using it, brashly volunteered to help.

And then the heroes started doing what they do best, leaving him staring after them as they sprung into action and he... stood there. Fingers wrinkling at the hem of his shirt as he realizes he's way, way outclassed in this reality.

Which is how he found himself at Shigeru's side, helping comfort those who are awaiting treatment with blankets, water, anything. But eventually it leaves him with little choice but to approach the quiet man between healing. ]

...You look pretty different from when I saw you last.

[ With that evil-looking aura. Never had an offer to show him how to bake been more maleficent than when he met that alternate universe version of Shigeru. Aoba folds blankets quietly, glancing at him with his shoulders hunched over, all nerves and curiosity. ]

Shiro | Voltron | OTA

[lionunchained]

i. Getting prepared
Shiro had been down on the 10th floor, innocently playing video games with Hana at 2 am. Almost immediately after the spark, he had taken off upstairs banging on doors to try and wake people on his quest to get back to up to the 15th floor to get his armor.

Upon getting to the 15th floor, he immediately headed inside, heading straight for the bedroom.

“Wake up! Everyone needs to leave the building.”

Shiro said this as he headed straight for the trunk that housed his paladin armor. He immediately began to pull it on.

ii. Rescue help
Now that Shiro was dressed in his paladin armor, he was going through the building trying to find anyone who might need help. His paladin armor would protect him from the heat and any falling debris and his helmet would keep him from breathing in the smoke.

Shiro was running though the burning building, looking and listening for any signs that someone needed help. The building was rapidly becoming less stable, but Shiro was able to use his jet pack to move between floors if he heard someone in trouble.

Lyle | Gundam 00 | OTA

[holds_up_walls]

i. Needs help
This was a rather rude awakening, suddenly waking up to find that the communal housing on fire. He had at least had the sense to put on shoes rather than running through the burning building. He had also torn a strip of cloth and tied the fabric over his nose and mouth to try and reduce the amount of smoke in On the other side of this, he was not quite as well-equipped to get out of the building.

As he was coming down the stairs heading towards the exit, some part of the building collapsed in front of him, temporarily blocking his path.

“Shit.”

ii. Aftermath
Now that he had gotten out, Lyle stood outside the building watching as it burned. He sighed, crossing his arms as he looked up at the building. Not that he had been here very long, but it was extremely inconvenient.

Well, there wasn't really much that he could do after all. He started to look around to see if there was anyone who needed any basic help. He couldn't heal anyone, but he knew basic first aid and he would try what he could.

Fall-From-Grace | OTA

[seductless]

i. inside

Grace didn't technically sleep, she had no physical need for it. She did tend to take the more quiet opportunities to meditate, though, a chance to refresh her mind rather than her body.

Perhaps it was that she'd spent too long recently in unfriendly places that her meditative states were not as deep as they had been back in Sigil. But when a commotion started outside her door, many raised voices and the sounds of hurried footsteps, it pulled her mind out of it's quiet place almost immediately. She waited a moment to see if the noise would pass. When it didn't, she rose curiously to her feet to step out of her room.

"What is it?" She called to anyone running by. "What is happening?"

ii. outside

While her natural fire immunity might have made the inferno less of a problem for her, Grace was well aware that her talents did not lend themselves as well to rescue. It would do no one any good for her to walk through the flames and then be unable to help, and there seemed more than a few brave enough to go in themselves that she would hate to get in their way.

Rather, she circled the outside the building, keeping her healing spells at the ready as she searched for any injured or in need of aid. For those who seemed shaken but hale, she'd also picked up those odd, clear bottles of water somewhere and seemed determined to hand one over to anyone who would take them.

sad tony | closed

[inebriety]

Tony doesn't sleep without the aid of alcohol, both unwilling and unable to handle his demons without it. It dulls his mind and let's him fall unconscious which is a good thing in his book considering how miserable life makes him. This means despite the chaos everywhere he remains oblivious.

With the fire starting on the floor above him it quickly becomes critical that his floor is evacuated. There's also far too many bottles of alcohol in his room and while none if it had been left open, it only took one accident to fan the flames.

[tenthousandmiles]

Meanwhile, Ginko was another floor down from the origin point of the fire, but smoke travels quickly, especially through windows left open a crack. A light sleeper by nature, he wakes up easily, and once he finds the commotion outside his room, he's joining in on the effort to help out.

He has a distinct absence of superpowers, of course, but he can at least get people out, so that's what Ginko is doing when he winds up at Tony's door late at night, banging at the door with his fists, more and more insistently the longer he goes without response.

"Hey! You need to get out! There's a fire!!"