Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

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Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Sat Mar 23, 2013 3:42 pm

The general populace knew of its coming long before the pressure dropped, having access to such things as regular newspapers and television broadcasts, but those out in the swamp, hidden in the bases with minimal ability to obtain outside information, the hurricane seemed to arrive out of nowhere.

It began with the pressure drop, a feeling that the air was suddenly thinner and harder to breathe that only grew over time as the winds began to blow with increasing intensity, lifting from a dull whooshing through the trees and ruffling the water's surface to a high whistling gale that bent branches and battered the shingles upon the roof of BLU's base, the river kicked up into a foaming frenzy that lashed against the newly rebuilt dock.
When one of the smaller trees bordering the river inlet began to wrench free of its rooting, the true scale of the situation at hand became common knowledge to all dwelling within the bases.

Swamp Rat was about to encounter its first hurricane.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Puffin » Wed Mar 27, 2013 10:58 pm

Madison noticed it pretty early on. She felt the drop in pressure and saw the telltale clouds accumulating in the sky. Unpleasant weather was on its way, that much she knew. She had taken the liberty of sitting out on the front porch with a book to keep watch, hoping it would turn out to be nothing more than a rainstorm. But as the winds picked up, she knew that they weren't going to be so lucky.

"Storm's comin'," she said finally, laying her book on the ground as she took a look at the sky.

Lan Feng had noticed it too. Growing up in Taiwan had made her no stranger to monsoons. She took another drag from her cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke before answering. "Is it bad?"

Madison nodded, dog-earing the page she was on and closing the book. "Wind's pickin' up fast. Gonna be a hurricane, I t'ink. Dunno if de place can take it, t'ough." It was a legitimate concern. The base wasn't in the best condition in the best weather, and there was no telling what would happen during a storm.

Lan Feng wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that the buildings they were in had a distinct possibility of not making it through the hurricane or Madison's nonchalance when delivering that news. "Should we do something? Can we fortify the building in some way before the storm hits, or...?"

The water was rippling over the surface of the swamp from the increasing wind. "Too late for dat. Unless y' got a magic wand or somet'in.' Or magic cigarettes, maybe," she said as she turned to face the smaller woman, who was too confused to make a comment on that last remark. But they did have to do something. It was probably best to inform the rest of the base, in any case.

Madison stood up suddenly and laid the book on a chair, turning on her heel suddenly to go inside. Lan Feng started in surprise at the sudden movement. "Wait, where are you going?"

"Gonna tell Ger, everyone else too. You comin'?"

"Ah, well, I suppose so..." Lan Feng took one last drag on her cigarette and exhaled, stamping it out under her sandal. She hurried behind Madison, who quickly made her way to the door of the infirmary. She rapped her fist rather loudly on the door.

"Ger, you in dere? Open up. Storm's comin', we gotta do somet'in."
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Penultimate Pi » Fri Mar 29, 2013 5:21 pm

The rising windspeed made the bedroom window whistle in time with a rustling sonata of curtain cloth, the resulting symphony sending a chill of air and sound through a snoring Demoman's ears. He hadn't been sleeping properly lately, and not more than once had fallen asleep right on top of his delicate work; it seemed like a paper-thin mask of luck happened to Adrian's face fully intact. Roused from his unfit slumber, the demolitions expert rather suddenly perked up in realization of his mishap with rest again...

and then something else caught his attention. The pressure in the room seemed... thicker, than what he'd gotten used to in the swamp. Now fully engrossed in this though, the Demoman wracked his brain for a reason as to why this felt so familiar...

...Hurricane.

Anyone listen outside the door of the well-overstayed guest room may have heard the panicked sounds of moving chairs, banging, cursing, the slam of a closing window (plus the cease of the windy cacophony) and the rustling and clinking of proper work gear being put on. And then they would've been smacked in the face as Adrian kicked the stubborn, rusted door open.

"Feckin' crap, big storm's comin' up, ain't no good, not one bi-" Adrian managed to slurred out in a manner of alarm before misplacing his first step on the stars and falling head over heels down the whole staircase, reappearing in a heap on the dining-room floor. He groaned in pain and exasperation; this day wasn't going to end well.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Henry Adams » Fri Mar 29, 2013 10:05 pm

It had been a good long while since the last time Henry had found himself in the library. Intellectual and philosophical pursuits had been offset by the technical and practical for longer than he cared to remember. On this particular day, he had sat down early, armed with a mug of tea and a pair of well cared-for reading glasses that hadn't seen the outside of their case in months, and began to devour a classic. His first conquest: Moby Dick.

But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm.

As passages raced across the page, the window began to rattle and shake, and at first, his mind wandered, placing himself aboard the ship, rocked by high winds. It was only when the wooden screens were thrown open that he was snapped out of his mindscape, and noticed the growing storm. Putting the book aside, he made his way over to the open window, and surveyed the surroundings. The river's waters were churning, and the trees began to bend dangerously, and it was then that he began to take action. In an effort to keep the books safe, he shoved a desk against the window to keep the slats shut.

As he closed up the windows, he heard the clatter from the hall, and left to investigate. It was strangely unsurprising to find that someone had taken a tumble down the steps. "You look like you're in a panic. What's got your pants in a knot, kid?"




Across the way, two reds were going about their separate business. In the kitchen, Francesca slaved over her latest meal, making good use of the recently reestablished supply lines. Her creations had been getting increasingly daring, lately, but the running theme seemed to be a healthy dose of spice. When the wind threw open the dining room windows and blew through the kitchen, the curry powder that she had carefully measured into her palm flew into a cloud, coating her face and hair, and setting a nasty stinging to her eyes.

"Figlio di una puttana. Se potessi, vorrei calciare il vento nei testicoli."

Partially doubled over, with her eyes watering, she picked up a nearby dish and flung it against a wall, sending shards scattering across the ground.

"Nicollò, Ho cazzo spezie in un occhio, a tirarlo fuori."




While Franny continued to smash things in the kitchen, the young Andrew Findlay was finding his peaceful day on the roof being rudely interrupted. What had started out as a pleasant afternoon, became somewhat unnerving as the winds picked up, and he had woken up to find the area in a state of general chaos. Watching the water boil and the leaves whip in the wind was troubling, but he began to truly panic when he noticed small shards of wood and stones being picked up and carried. The panic was replaced by overall confusion, however, when he was pelted in the chest by a very distressed frog. The confusion only carried further when that same collision knocked him off balance and he began to roll down the roof.

He managed to collect himself in time to grab the edge of the roof, and he swung down into an open window, landing inside the women's barracks.

Well, shit. How am i gonna get out of this one?
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THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO POST I'M SO SORRY

Postby Connal Reid » Mon Apr 01, 2013 7:35 pm

"Shut up!" a voice roared from BLU's kitchen, accompanied by a (thankfully empty) frying pan slamming into the ground inches away from Adrian. Tihun stood in the doorway with a pot in one arm and a ladle in the other, her pets running out from behind her to investigate. Ruth padded up to Henry and plopped her rump down in front of him, looking up expectantly. Saidah, on the other hand, went straight to the demoman, sniffing at both him and the frying pan. "Why all the shouting!?" the heavy weapons gal demanded. "Are you a little baby, afraid of the strong winds!?" Having lived in an area far away from any coastlines, Tihun had precious little experience with hurricanes or other tropical storms. While this storm seemed to be shaping up to be a big one, she wasn't entirely aware of just how much more powerful these winds would become compared to the windstorms she was used to.



As soon as he heard the winds gearing up, Connal had grabbed himself a few bottles of beer and set himself up on the front porch. While the topic had never come up, he was actually very much a fan of bad weather. The bigger and louder the storm, the better. He even had the fortune of witnessing a tornado once, when he and his family were vacationing in the more rural parts of Michigan. His dad and brother had been terrified, but all he had wanted was to get a closer look. So, also underestimating just how bad this could get, he just sat and hoped for the best show he had seen since he left. Considering the only shows he had gotten to see lately were on an ancient television that only worked occasionally, this wasn't saying much.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Puffin » Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:19 pm

[ADMIN NOTE/REMINDER: In order to expedite posting, this is a free for all style. There is no particular order, and you may post as long as there is at least two more posts between your last reply.]

Lan Feng jumped about a foot in the air at the clamor of someone falling down the stairs, and jumped even higher at Tihun's shouting. Madison, on the other hand, seemed more annoyed than surprised. She grumbled, taking her hand off the door handle that she was about to haphazardly throw open. "I'm gonna go deal wit' dat dere business. If Ger doesn't answer jus' go inside and get 'im, yeah? T'anks," she said, turning on her heel and heading off before the pint sized pyro could get a word in edgewise.

It couldn't be helped. It was probably for the best anyway, that Hyena woman probably wouldn't listen to her anyway. Shaking off the shock, she resumed knocking at the infirmary door. "Gerhard? Madison wants me to get you, the weather is becoming rather violent..."

Madison meanwhile followed her ears to the noise, eyeing the frying pan the other heavy was carrying with a small degree of caution. "Aww, leave 'im be, Tihun. He got de right idea, y'know." She nonchalantly made her way past the hyenas and the engineer, offering a hand to her fallen teammate to help him up. "Hurricane's comin', big one too. We best prepare fo' it, ain't gonna be pretty."




Niklas, meanwhile, was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping from a mug of coffee, reading an old newspaper, and trying his hardest to ignore the worsening weather conditions in the vain hopes that they would go away if he did. The fact that he hadn't seen snow in over a year and now he had to deal with a storm? No, that was something he was going to refuse to acknowledge for as long as he possibly could.

Well, at least until a wayward gust blew the spices Francesca was using back into her face. Then he acknowledged it in the form of (poorly) stifled laughter, which evolved into a string of coughing and a rather loud sneeze at the free floating spice particles.

He was about to resume his laughter when he was forced to dodge a flying plate and struck by a string of angry Italian. Both of those things were a bit annoying in his eyes, but the combination of the two made him all the more angrier for a reason he couldn't be sure of. In a flash he sat up straight and came back with a string of angry Swedish, all rolled r's and diphthongs and emphasized fricatives.

"Francesca, Jag talar inte italienska! Och sluta kasta saker!"
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:29 pm

When the TentaMedic did finally answer the door, he was very much not his usual self. The calm he pulled about himself like a cloak had been thrashed and tossed aside, leaving the doctor more than a little frazzled, enough that his current high strung state was almost painfully obvious. Clad only in a half-buttoned shirt, his glasses askew and his already pale complexion somehow even paler, he looked like he was clinging desperately to the very last threads of his sanity as his tentacles writhed and clung to every available surface.
Even so, he tried to pull himself together for his teammate's sake, and even he would wonder later how he managed to keep his voice steady.
"Ja, I haff noticed. I haff never encountered a storm zhis bad..."


Across the way, RED's chimera was similarly out of sorts, but he was even more obvious.
Poor Jericho had done his level best to crawl under the couch, hands over his ears and his heavy tail coiled about his body as he trembled. The wind's high whistling HURT, and the plummeting pressure had made his ears pop twice already, which hurt even more.
Really, he was downright miserable.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Henry Adams » Fri Apr 05, 2013 6:14 pm

It took a moment for Francesca to process the situation, and decide whether Niklas had been speaking in tongues, or she had just lost her English again in the process of her fit. When she realized that he was speaking in another language, and that it wasn't, strictly speaking, demonic in origin, she had to stop and reassess her position, and then concluded, correctly, that she had slipped into angry Italian mode.The resulting sense of triumph was short-lived, however, as her eyes continued to twinge with pain.

"Cagna. I have curry powder in my eyes. Get it out, please, coglione. Unless you want to eat spam for a few weeks."

Brushing her considerable amount of hair from her face with the hand not currently occupied with keeping her eyes from popping out of her skull, she paced across the kitchen floor. Having not quite gotten the unrelenting anger out of her system, she picked up a glass and chucked it out the window, more in a huff that seething with rage, at this point.



On the second floor, Andy was admiring a pile of equipment in the women's barracks, which had been collecting dust for quite some time. He had already strapped a small camping lantern to his belt, and was in the process of liberating a box of shotgun shells and a heavy-duty flashlight, when he heard the commotion downstairs and spooked. Opting to grab the bag on the way out, he decided to take his chances with the storm, and sent himself out the window, grabbing the sill and dropping down to the loamy ground. After a quick round of surveillance, he bolted north, into the swamp.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Penultimate Pi » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:58 pm

Once the not-at-all balanced Demoman restored some level of non-head pain (and worked up the nerve to get up form such an embarrassing fall surrounded by certainly judging peers), Adrian attempted to stand up. He got on one knee, tried lifting up further, and proceeded to tumble back over into an adjacent table. Well, shit.

"Urrgh... 's a hurricane comin'..." Adrian seemed content to just groan out his concerns from the musty floor under the mess table. Not that it improved his image any more, but trying to get up and just running into ANOTHER table was even less of an option (if not one probably rather characteristic for a Demoman). Limbs, head and ego all felt fairly damn battered from his awkward quest to go down the goddamn stairs, and if this table could've protected him from the storm, he might have just laid there for the rest of the time.




Meanwhile, out in the even-more treacherous swamp, a lone, distinct figure trudged onward through the damp and now windy riverbanks. Former Dr. Craig Synathen was feeling eager to do a lot of things right about now: find out what went wrong with his subject, extinguish the villian inside him, maybe start looking for a new job once it was all over. And now he was about to add 'Discover some form of habitation before I get swept away by this blasted storm' to the list. Top Priority, even, as another powerful gale blew a sudden squall of rain into the doctor's face.

Is surface weather always this terrible? Well, supposing anything less here within one of nature's dank unrelenting niches would be absurd, Craig considered. Through slitted, strained eyes and under a left arm of shielding, the doctor scanned the area for viable shelters. The weather never yet relented, rain gradually pouring down in buckets more, and bringing Dr. Synathen to the conclusion that he really should have brought some better gear that his common laboratory vestments.

Taking no more risk with the broad areas was the doctor's plan as he ducked away into the partial shade of the brushes and trees. But if anything it might've just sealed his fate in the accursed weather; either of the Swamp Rat bases were barely a quarter mile jog away, and Craig was going off on another tangent entirely. It wasn't his fault, really, he was a genetic alteration researcher, not a meteorologist. How was he supposed to know he was being followed by a hurricane?
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby 12 » Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:17 pm

[proof I'm not dead. just 12 for now, gonna bring Kurt in in a 'couple posts.]

The rafters weren't exactly the best perch right now, even if he'd convinced himself to stay up there for as long as possible. 12 was fairly content with staying where he was while all the fussing went on below, watching as Adrian went bowling over a second time. Somebody wasn't having the best of luck right now--but what was that about a storm? A hurricane, even. He'd gotten a weird sort of feeling that something was going to hit, but the hybrid hadn't thought it'd be a hurricane. That was a bit much. Maybe he should think about getting down--still, that other Heavy was more than a bit intimidating. He might as well go ahead and bite the figurative bullet, he reasoned; it wasn't like popping in unannounced was going to get any better as time went on. With a short huff, he dropped down, doing his best to avoid landing anywhere near Tihun out of concern for his own personal safety.
"What's this about a storm...?"
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Apr 18, 2013 2:39 pm

The single door that led outside from the back of the kitchen slammed open, letting in a massive wave of wind and water and a rag-tag figure soaked to the bone. Enrico looked quite the worse for wear, his clothing hanging off him and so massively soaked with water that his shirt was dripping blue dye all over the floor.
"We gotta find a bunker! It ain't safe 'ere!"
He was shouting over the growing wind noise, the windows rattling and the open door shaking on its hinges, and there was a loud CRASH from upstairs, roughly around the area of the smoking room, as the window finally could take no more, glass exploding from its frame with all the force of a big league baseball player hitting a homerun ball.

Down at the Infirmary, the sudden violent noise prompted a soft frightened noise from the TentaMedic, the only warning before Lan Feng would find herself with a very clingy passenger as Gerhard grabbed onto the nearest solid object, shaking all over in panic.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Puffin » Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:37 pm

Madison was getting annoyed from all of the dilly dallying. Adrian was right, but everyone couldn't be more slow about it. The storm was getting worse, and did she really have to explain this shit? But suddenly a very wet sniper burst in repeating the same phrase that had already been said, but he said it with a sense of urgency that the previous utterances had been lacking. He was soaking wet too, which was a nice touch. Very dramatic.

"See, 'Rico knows what's goin' on. We can't jus' go runnin' off jus' yet t'ough. Gotta get our boots and such on. Plus we might need t' get some rations. If we take shelter elsewhere we might be holed up fo' a few days an'..." She trailed off and rubbed at her chin in thought. "Do y' even know a good place t' go?"

Lan Feng, meanwhile, was more than a little alarmed at the doctor's obvious distress and almost sickly complexion. Afraid of storms, perhaps? "Oh, you don't look well, I--"

She was cut short by the sudden sound of glass shattering. She jumped in surprise as expected, but when Gerhard instinctively grabbed onto her she returned the reflex, and for a few moments the two were left clinging to one another in apprehension.

It took her a moment to realize what she had done. "Sorry," she said, releasing her grip and taking a deep breath in. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, gently tugging at Gerhard's arm towards the door. "We should meet up with the others. I think they're in the kitchen, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wait very much longer. If you are feeling sick you can lean on me."




"For god's sake, Flicka. Use the sink." Niklas finally got himself off of the chair after she threw the second glass. Did he have to do everything? It sure seemed like it, since she was likely going to destroy every piece of dishware until she calmed down. He rather unceremoniously grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her to the sink, turning on the tap. Once his cupped hand had filled with a sufficient amount of water, he splashed his powdery companion in the face in an effort to soothe her burning eyeballs.

"Better? I hope so, because you got spices all over my hands." After a few splashes he left her to do the rest of the job herself. She was a big girl, she could handle it. He proceeded to begin to wash himself, but was distracted by the sudden sound of water splattering the kitchen floor from the open window.

"Jävla," He said, abandoning the sink to deal with the problem. He was greeted by a sudden gust of wind which blew his hair back, but luckily there was no spice to get into his eyes. He slammed the window shut, grumbling. "This storm had better not get any worse."
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Henry Adams » Fri Apr 19, 2013 11:03 pm

"Jeeeezus shit. Alright. Fuck. Shelter, rations, yeah." Henry was having trouble processing the severity of the situation, right at that moment, probably due to the massive influx of activity and the fact that he was about to be hit by a damn hurricane. He did his best to remember what he'd been taught in company PSA's for how to deal with a severe storm, and finally pieced together enough of a plan out of that reasonably useless source to decide what to do next.

"Alright, I've got a few backpacks stocked with rations in my room. Three packs, I think, with three days apiece. Not gourmet, but not going to rot either. Somebody go grab those. With the way winds are picking up, we definitely have to get out of the buildings before we get crushed. Maybe we can duck into the swamp and the trees will break up some of the wind. I'll go set the alarm, in case anyone's managed to miss this shit-storm."

With that, Henry turned away from the group and gave a quick dismissing wave. Jogging up the stairs and into the hallway, he burst into the main office and threw himself into the chair in front of the desk. With a few quick keys, he remotely sealed the respawn room, to prevent damage to the system, and then activated the PA.

"Attention personnel, it has come to my attention that things outside are pretty much fucked. Please proceed to the nearest clear area and attempt to avoid having shit fall on you. The buildings are not safe. Once all personnel have gathered outside, conference will be held to decide a plan of action. Don't fucking die. Adams out."

With that, he did what he had always wanted to do, and hit the red button. Sirens blared across the swamp, signalling hell to break loose.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Penultimate Pi » Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:37 am

Respawn hadn't seen any purpose for the longest time, and neither had it's companion anomaly, the ghost of Josif Arcson. In that time, the specter had been very fittingly acting dead, being in what could be considered a 'hibernation' mode. Indeed, it wasn't like he could do much in his current state; his new uncanny ability to manipulate the elements of the Respawn systems could only serve to annoy people, no matter how cool it could be to actually possess someone (not that he had bothered to try, with or without permission).

A sudden influx of activity roused the ghost once more, though, as long inactive automated motors cranked sets of special blast doors shut to seal up the central control room. With his only 'physical' senses revolving around seeing and feeling the different Respawn-based information in proximity, Josif was left unaware of the growing hurricane outside. Even then, his actual experiences with such storms were limited, at best, so he still wasn't much help.

Not that he was planning on standing by and being useless, but very suddenly he had no choice in the matter as the actual Respawn system entered its own hibernation state to stop damages and data loss. Any Respawns that needed to happen would do so when the system booted back up again after either someone booted up the system again, or the otherwise week-long lockdown period expired.

But what is a week to a sleeping ghost?



Finally regaining some feasible control over his body after his chain of mishaps, Adrian clutched the edge of the table and pulled himself up to his feet, bumping his head and swearing again in the process. God, that crap hurt. By some miracle, the Demoman managed to hear out Henry's instructions, but it wasn't until after they had been blared again over the intercom and the alarms went off that he actually bothered to act. And who might blame him after smashing his head in about 3 times over within the same 5 minutes?

Leaving a trail of muttered curses in his wake and clamping his hands over his ears to block out the klaxons (which sounded REALLY painful right about now), Adrian made a slow beeline to the R&D lab where Henry made his residence. Someone else would likely beat him there first, though.



Fierce gales and unrelenting patters of sharp rain pelted and Craig and the trees around him. If he had learned any inclination of how to swear, he might have done so now. Being copped up in an underground lab bunker for much of a man's life really spoiled him to the elements, and the doctor held no exempt to this trend. The howling of the winds and machine-gun spattering of stray raindrops around his face served very well to disorient Craig until he finally gave in, slapping himself again a particularly large tree and slumping down to sit on it's roots. At that point, he might've been content to simply wait there in misery until the storm passed over, and he even did so, for what seemed like a few minutes.

Then the wind carried over the faint sounds of sirens. Craig perked up, a new light in his reddening, baggy eyes. He nearly leapt up back onto the wet soil and attempted to track the distinct sounds of the alarm, no doubt coming from the company bases. The doctor's wandering did not last long, and was promptly rewarded with the sight of the opposing buildings beyond the treeline. Even from his current position, he could tell that the bases were pretty poor for wear, and might not even last through the entire storm.

For a brief moment, the winds let down a bit, though promising to redouble at any moment. Dr. Synathen was considering what to do, the sounds of the storms and sirens fading to his ears as his mind forced his senses to dull. He needed to concentrate, set forth some objectives to follow if everyone involved here wanted to live through this...
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:49 pm

Enrico turned out to have the answer shelter-wise, which he was quick to voice as he started into the base to go get those backpacks of rations.
"Whaddya think I'm wetter'n a crocodile for? There's a cabin'r somethin' out in the swamp, real big an' looks made of metal. Seen it a couple times out huntin', it oughtta be plenty big to fit everybody."
The words came out in a rush as he slipped past his teammates, aiming to find the Engineer's workshop. That was Henry's room, right?

The TentaMedic provided no verbal reply, but he managed a nod and let himself be led, sticking close to the lady Pyro as they wound through the base towards where the team was most likely to be. He wasn't normally so easy to scare, but this storm... The animal part of him was all but screaming in panic, and he felt an increasingly desperate urge to dive into the nearest body of water and dig himself into the muddy bottom to hide until the storm was over.

Back in RED base, a particularly loud and intense boom of thunder had Jericho voicing a pained and startled yelp, lurching up to whack his head n the underside of the sofa before he could stop himself. Whimpering in pain, he wriggled out from under his shelter, hands over his head in an attempt to dull the noise, only to go still, inhaling a deep breath through his nose.
A momentary pause, and he bolted, the sharp scent of ozone sparking a new level of panic that had him racing off through the building in search of his Master, howling in fear as the storm grew worse and worse.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Connal Reid » Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:14 pm

Ruth seemed a bit annoyed at being outright ignored, letting out a little chuff sound when Henry bolted out of the room. She headed back to Tihun's side as her sister proved much more difficult to rile. As soon as Adrian's head height matched her own (which was right about when he smacked it a second time), she gave him a big lick right across his face, then let out a few, little, excited squeaks, not quite a "laugh" but could be easily mistaken as such.

As for the Ethiopian Heavy herself, she just sighed. The chaos that had caught the others just seemed so hyperbolic... but, she supposed, if it even had that wild man of a Sniper of theirs wound up, then she figured she should behave like they had at least somewhat the right idea. She headed back to the kitchen, putting the entire pot of stew she had been making into the refrigerator (she wasn't about to sacrifice any hard work if it turned out she was correct about this mess), and had gotten her girls rounded up just in time for the alarms to go off. Which caused them to panic at this new, overpowering noise. Sick of this entire mess already, Tihun scooped the hyenas up in each arm and marched outside, ignoring the new cuts her babies were giving her.



By this time, Connal was just starting to realize that maybe this storm was going to be just a hair bigger than what he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing, before. With more than a couple beers already in him, however, he hadn't quite grasped the idea that this might not be a good thing. He could still only laugh after the loudest clap of thunder yet, even though it drowned out all other sound and left his ears ringing.

At least that tinnitus wasn't loud enough to cover up the sound of a frightened howl. Connal didn't need to have known Jericho for years to know that he needed his best friend. "Heeeyyyy, Jer!" he shouted, a hand cupped next to his mouth to help his volume. It was only after he shouted that the Michigander realized things might go easier if he headed inside. He pushed himself up out of his chair and headed inside, each step deliberate if not particularly without balance. "Jer'cho!" he shouted again, "'Mm down 'ere!"
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Marshall Ames » Sun Jun 16, 2013 8:18 pm

There was a wind ripple travelling across the flat, milky-brown water's surface.

Ames stood up, straightening to his full height in the boot-top-deep shallows, and shut his eyes. He smelled clean water, and rotten wood. The spore-laden dust of torn-up moss. Chlorophyll ...broken stems? Ozone.
The unnatural scent was faint, just on the outer edge of his awareness, but it was definitely there.
The Soldier's eyes opened, his thoughts sharper now.

A bullfrog croaked it's concern in the deep ferns a little farther up the bank, then went silent.

Ames dropped what he held in his hands into deeper water, and licked the blade of his skinning knife clean absently before sheathing it. The sky wasn't supposed to be tinged green. He had to get home.
Fuck that, he had to find some kind of shelter from this thing, and fast...

The wind caught in the tops of the tall cypress overhead, making them begin to lash, and somewhere a deadwood branch broke off with a sudden sharp crack.
A shot of fear hit the back of the Soldier's neck like a splash of cold water, and he was moving. The flat smack of the branch hitting the marshy water below pursued him, and he RAN.

Five minutes later he stopped, heart pounding, and crouched beneath the shelter of a dead-fall formed by three fallen trees as the first drops of rain fell.
Staring, he watched the swamp water lapping higher on the opposite shore, pushed there by the inescapable wind.
Ames tried to remember where he'd left his pack, and couldn't. There same was true of where he was.
He had his boots, a pair of tattered camouflage pants, his canteen, and the knife. He also had a blue cloth armband tied around each of his upper arms, probably made from the remains of one of his t-shirts.

Huh.

...This had happened before, hadn't it?

Shit.

Ames looked down at himself, and patted his pockets to see if he'd missed anything. He had a quarter and a nickel in one pocket, and he found that the machete was still with him too, strapped securely in it's sheath against the side of his thigh. It was caked with half-dried mud, he noticed. Why-
No.
Fuck it.
Focus...

There was a bad storm coming, and one fact stood out starkly in the not-quite-Human Soldier's mind: when this thing was over, he didn't wanna be the only one left.

Taking a bearing he was certain of without knowing quite why, Ames set off again through the rising note of the wind and rain.


[Note: Two and a half weeks ago, Ames told the others he was going out camping and took his pack with him. He left his more permanent gear, rocket launcher, etc. back in the mens' barracks on BLU base, but he hasn't been seen since.]
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Tentacles » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:05 am

The (formerly slippery) arsonist had been indulging in one of the many morbid hobbies that had kept himself busy during the long empty hours at Swamp Rat; home taxidermy. Not that he was any good at it, and it was probably a good thing no one was around to see the hanging gator skins in the unused exercise room, the odd bucket of guts...

He heard the klaxon alarm before he noticed the thunder shaking the base. Weird, there wasn't a battle going on, was there? He bothered to stick his head out the window, just to see...

FUCK

What followed was a hasty bolt down the stairs as the Pyro went looking for anyone who might be around. James was quite a sight as he barreled into the kitchen, drawn by the sounds of a domestic spat. His hazard suit was tied about his waist, shirt stained with rusty gator blood. "Th...th'fuck...there's...jesus..." he struggled to get his breath back. What followed was a garbled, panicked exclamation about the swamp swelling and flooding everything and how they were all about to die horribly.

The Pyro swallowed, and took a deep breath, taking a moment to look around. "...what's with all the broken glass...?"


MEANWHILE

Another member of RED wasn't as concerned with the weather. Hell, he had survived worse. It would be a shame to lose his comfy hiding place, but it couldn't be helped. No, he was a bit more concerned with the other RED Spy heading into the swamp. Why would someone risk life and limb to sneak out at a time like this?

Like a twisted shadow, the monster crawled down the side of the RED base and followed the object of his curiosity, cloaking silently.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Puffin » Thu Jun 20, 2013 9:45 pm

[Protip: Let's move this along, assume everyone is getting their shit together]

Niklas could hear both Jericho wailing and Connal shouting as a window broke somewhere down the hall. He groaned and massaged his temples. This was absolutely not what he needed right now. But when the PA suddenly broke out over the base, he punched the wall. He couldn't ignore this shit now. Taking a minute to compose himself, he briefly turned to the angry Italian as he made for the doorway.

"Flicka, get your things. Boots, preferably, and some rations. We aren't staying here." And with that, he took off down running down the hall towards the infirmary. And suddenly a booming Scandinavian-accented bass voice was ringing down the halls, giving the PA a run for its money in terms of volume.

"Kurt, Talbot, James, Rod, Connal, Jericho, Bryce, get all your shit together! Meet me out on the porch, we're heading out! Bring food and water, and a decent pair of boots!"

Cursing under his breath, he ran into the infirmary to put on jeans, a t-shirt, and his boots. Grabbing a survival and first aid kit, he was out the door, making sure to close the windows on the way out.




"Okay, Rico, you know where you're goin' and what you're doin'? Good, cuz you gotta lead people out. Everyone get some things y' might need, maybe a raincoat. I'm goin' t' RED and makin' sure dey're goin' in de right direction. If Henry don't come out of his hole wit'in' de next 10 minutes, drag 'im out."

And with that Madison was running to supply to get her shoes on, and soon after that was pushing after Tihun and making her way across the increasingly stormy battlefield to the RED base. She had been through many a hurricane, and she sure as hell wasn't going to be scared by this one.

The loudness of the PA system made Lan Feng wince, but somehow walking down the hall arm-in-arm with someone else had calmed her down a bit. They had finally made it to the kitchen when she separated herself from him, giving him a bit of a worried look. Tropical storms were nothing new to her either, but he was looking like he was barely able to stand.

"Gerhard, I'm going to get my suit. Just wait here, alright? I'll be back within a few minutes." And with that, she was off as well, jogging down the hallway to the armory to properly equip herself.
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Re: Duck and Cover (Hurricane Event)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Fri Jun 21, 2013 12:24 am

Enrico bolted down the hall, pausing only to take his boot to the workshop door, too frantic to even think of using the handle like a normal person. The door went crashing open, and he cast about, feeling a thrill of panic as his color blindness proved itself even more of an hindrance than usual. Henry's workshop was a mass of clutter and grey, angular shapes scattered every which way, the only differing shape Gray's dogbed under the desk and a few random mugs.
"Backpacks, three backpacks..."
Swallowing, he slogged into the mess, his soaking boots leaving wet prints on the floor as he went in search of the wayward supplies.

The TentaMedic was less than pleased about the Pyro pulling away, several of his tentacles clinging to her legs, but he managed a nod, swallowing hard as he clung to a doorway, fighting to steady his breathing and calm down. Thunder crashed, the boom rattling every window in its frame, and he choked, crushing his body against the threshold as if to dissolve into the wood, the blue of his tentacles flickering and bleeding into a duller, darker tone.

- - -

Jericho went scrambling down the hall towards where his ears and nose told him that his Master was, barely missing the Medic's knees. He all but tackled the Pyro, and only just avoided smacking headfirst into the door as he skidded around Connal's boots. Whimpering, he tried to speak, but an enormous crash of thunder had him yelping in pain instead, crumpling over on his side as he shoved his hands over his ears in an attempt to dull the noise.
"What the bloody- Ah."
The RED's newly revived Sniper cringed at seeing the chimera all but writhing on the floor, and he stepped over, giving Connal a little nudge towards the door so the currently drunken Pyro wouldn't fall. Bryce looked ready for just about anything, a rucksack over his shoulder and his normal hat replaced with a bandanna that held his hair out of his face, a borrowed pair of goggles from some Soldier's stash upon his brow. He knelt down next to Jericho, digging in the rucksack a moment before he came up with a Scout's headset, the microphone removed and a second ear cover fixed on with duct tape. Taking care with the chimera's claws, he pulled Jericho's hands down and fitted the headphones on.
"There, that oughtta help..."
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