Ava Anatalya Orlova ([personal profile] krasnaya_vdova) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-08-23 02:11 pm

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!]
supersweet: (Our highest aspirations in human form)

[personal profile] supersweet 2017-09-01 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jon shoots the ceiling a nervous look as he tugs her arm once more, trying to make it closer to the window. He can carry her and the dog, it's not an issue, but his other powers were flagging. There's only so much super breath he can muster and his ice-breath tends to fluctuate with his mood. Right now, Jon doesn't trust himself. The flames, at least, do nothing. Jon doesn't even register them. ]

I can fly you both out.
unmakeme: (one jump ahead of the hitmen)

[personal profile] unmakeme 2017-09-03 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I know you can." She has faith in him. Well, she has enough faith in him, and if he can't get her all the way down, she has faith in how difficult to kill she is, and in her reaction time, and in the strength of the grappling lines in her Bites.

So she runs with him to the window, wraps her free arm around his neck, and mostly trusts that he's got this.
supersweet: (The element of choice)

[personal profile] supersweet 2017-09-14 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He flushes slightly, but his grip is firm as he leaps out of the window and starts slowly drifting down. Granted, it's a little wobbly, but his strength has always been the surest part of him so even if his flight has tremors, there's no fear of being dropped. Once he lands on the ground, Jon politely makes sure Natasha's feet were firmly planted before moving back. ]
unmakeme: (pic#4979824)

[personal profile] unmakeme 2017-09-15 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha is steady on her feet the moment they touch the ground. She's all at sea, but it's not a physical thing. The dog in her arms is limp and whining pitifully, and Natasha looks down at the singed ball of fluff. "We should get--" She takes a closer glance at that fluff. "Her to someone who can put an oxygen mask on her for a while. No telling how long the poor thing was trapped in there."

She's really hoping that her owner was out tonight, and is somewhere in the crowd scared and desperate to be reunited with their pet. Their charge seems like a sweet dog.