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

[special_rabbit]

Oh, sure, get her with the co-professionalism, why don't you? There was a soft, grumbling sort of noise from Amaya, who was just going to busy herself for a moment giving the already secured rope another testing tug before shifting over to the sawblades to make sure they wouldn't get in its way if she needed to move them.

"If that's the case," she said, "I'd like to state for the record, I'm not paying to get out of anything."

Said in the tone of someone who'd rather just cut off her own foot and was entirely missing the point.

Re: Get Thee To The Center of Town

[begmetwice]

Irene just shot her a look as she moved to get under a different side of the Crumbler, since that multiple points of security thing was a quite good idea, really. "Well, if I ever tied you up in a position where you wouldn't be able to get yourself out," she retorted, "I wouldn't ask you to pay. I'd ask for begging."

And with a bright, cheeky smile -- someone was awake enough to flirt, now! And it helped stave off her kraken-related worries! -- Irene moved to crawl under the machine once more.

Re: Get Thee To The Center of Town

[special_rabbit]

Amaya snorted, running her thumb along a socket along the edge of one of the sawblade's arms to clear it out before shifting a shiny yellow materia out of her pocket and fitting it into the slot there. "You'd have an easier time with the money."

And any claim that there was any sort of challenge to those words was clearly the product of a sleep-deprived mind.

Clearly.