KRAKEN DRILL!, EARLY Wednesday morning

[weirderthanthou]

In the middle of the night, the sirens went off.

Everyplace that had a siren unless it was handwavily broken in case a player doesn't want to get involved exploded into a cacophony of sound. It rang shrill, and loud, and it was nearly impossible to escape.

It rang again, louder.

And again.

And then the PA system kicked in."HELLO ISLAND. KRAKEN! KRAKEN! KRAKEN! PLEASE GO TO TOWN CENTER AT THE CROSS OF BLACK SWAN DRIVE AND UNICORN STREET, AWAY FROM THE SHORES, AND TIE YOURSELF TO THE NEAREST AVAILABLE OBJECT."

It repeated itself another handful of times. And then the whole thing started all over again.

At the center of Black Swan Drive and Unicorn Street, a variety of ropes and scarves and some handcuffs had been left for those who didn't bring their own.

Well. That was new.

[[ KRAKEN DRILL! Now with some OCD... ]]

Comments

Re: Get Thee To The Center of Town

[stykera]

"Not that I remember," Stark admitted. "I was gone for a long time. There could have been both. Or kraken that were mummies."

How would that even work? And why would he even think of it?

Re: Get Thee To The Center of Town

[thatwaslucky]

"I suppose you're right," she said.

Okay.

Re: Get Thee To The Center of Town

[stykera]

Stark was going to feel very bad about it if mummified sea creatures ever invaded.

"Hopefully none of it will happen? Or did happen. I don't know."