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[rumblelina]

When; February 8th, 8:00 PM Eastern
Rating; G
Characters; Open to all!
Summary; The light shows in the Square were provided by your Deities along with the booths and eats. The large and growing pyrotechnic display? Not so much.
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[Colorful festival lights sure do illuminate up this long, dark night. They shine brighter in the Square making it the epicenter of the Chinese Lantern Festival. With the later hours booths have appeared. Vendors have their light wares on display. A delicious meal is only feet away at another booth. The tents glow with the carnival and electrical games. Except with every gust of wind that shakes the canopies of the booths and spreads the smell of food.... sand slips on in.

When the LEDs meet the tiny, pesky grains sparks ignite. And there can never be just a little sand. The large, impressive halogen light dragon, near the Carousel across from the Fountain starts to spark! Fire is also a bright and impressive light. And what starts out as a small flicker starts to swallow up the festival! It grows to be as large as an Olympic pool, small in the Square but a hazard!

The Deities didn't start the fire but they intend to put it out. Mouse with every squeak and shrill lament is frying circuits and trying to salvage what decorations she can. The ever practical Laszlo takes to the extinguishers leaving Lina to stamp and shout flames into submission. Sabine bids the dirt to rise up and smother the fire. The fire is well and truly fought in a half an hour time by the efforts of the City Fire Department, the Deities and any who wish to join the cause!

What's a little fire though really? The show will go on!]

[ooc; Feel free to log festival enjoyment or fire fighting!]

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[team_sociopath]

Tommy isn't a fan of curses in general, but this one seems innocuous enough, at least at first. So for the first part of the evening (or rather, the afternoon,) wandering and mingling, enjoying the lights and the festivities.

When the fire breaks out, though, he's all business, at first more or less ignoring the efforts to put it out in favor of snatching people out of bad spots. Later, once the threat of it spreading outweighs the immediate danger to trapped Citizens, he'll turn his attention to carting water or searching for fire extinguishers instead.


[ooc; feel free to mingle / be rescued from peril / whatever, just lemme know when. <3]

[tangledintower]

[Rapunzel hasn't been able to stop being excited. She hasn't been able to stop grinning practically all day. This is the closest the City has ever gotten to giving her the floating lanterns...and this is just beyond any of her expectations.

Granted, she spent most of the day running around examining all the lights, trying to figure out how the all worked, and how the fires could still burn with all the sand everywhere.

She's by the food booths when the fire starts. At first, she's terrified...how on earth did that happen?]

...people could be hurt.

[And she's got a gift. And she can't be scared. So she runs off towards the fire, still terrified, but if somebody's hurt, she can actually do some good...]

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[nohometown]

He'd gone to the festival more out of curiosity than anything else, although he knew he should socialize more than he had been recently. The noise of the ticking was grating, and it lessens somewhat in the midst of the crowds, where he walks, silent but interested. He pays close attention to his surroundings, more intrigued by the others around him than by the bright and colorful lights.

When the fire breaks out, he certainly isn't pleased, but crisis situations are his element. When there's a task to focus on, he devotes himself to it swiftly and fully, springing into action. Quicker than the human eye, he's on the scene at once, striking the fire with a strong blast of ice, quick and cold. This isn't the first time he's had to deal with a conflagration.

[[ooc: feel free to encounter him while he's walking through the crowds or while fighting the fires.]]

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[charring]

Charlie was close enough to the fire when it started to feel the heat of it. Her first instinct was to step away, grabbing people as she went to get them away from it. That was all she could do, unfortunately, and she was mentally (and probably for the first time ever) thanking the Deities that it was being handled.

She couldn't do shit. It wasn't her fire and therefor she couldn't control it. But helping people away from it? That wasn't something she minded doing at all. At least it was something.


[ooc: feel free to be one of the people Charlie helps away from the flames!]

[socoolbrewster]

Ed had been something of a firebug when he was human.

Nothing destructive, it wasn't as if he'd been one of those kids that walked around with a lighter all day just to have fire in his pocket, or set fires in trash cans just to watch it, but he hadn't been opposed to burning napkins or the stupid little favors in the candles at the fancier gatherings his parents had dragged him to, or standing and watching, mouth agape, when the droughts got to be too much and the hills caught on fire.

He forgot, sometimes. He'd only been undead for days, and most of the time it was easy enough to ignore the fact.

...The situation wouldn't have been a problem if he was human. A few feet too close, maybe, but a few feet became more feet (he was invincible, invulnerable, he wasn't in any danger) and before he knew it he was way too close, the smell of singed hair filling his nose a moment before he felt the burn.

He wasn't on fire, not really, no more than he'd been a moment ago, he wasn't even in the building or close enough for the flames to reach but he could feel the fire, and he hissed at what he could see, fingers hooked into claws and ready to attack despite the fact that it's FIRE and you can't, but he didn't move.

[charring]

She's only doing this because he hasn't tried to eat her for a few hours. A new record, honestly. The redhead hurried to Ed the moment she spotted him, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the direction of somewhere safer.

"Really, Ed? Seriously? Are you trying to get hurt? If you're going down by fire, it's going to be mine." Well, so much for that nice moment. Still, she's still pulling him away from it, towards a part of it that the Deities had already put out.

[socoolbrewster]

"Jealous, Charizard?" He smirked, but let himself be led away; right. Fire bad. Stay further away next time, lesson learned.

"Do you know what the hell happened?"

...With the fire, not Ed's questionable decisions.

[charring]

"The decorations caught on fire," Charlie said, trying to not make it obvious she's making sure he isn't too badly singed. At all. Anywhere. She's checking herself, too, so it's no big deal. Her shirt has a few singed marks on it, her skin is a bit red in spots but other than that? She's awesome.

[socoolbrewster]

"...I'm fine; you look at me like that any more and I'm going to start worrying you're trying to undress me with your eyes. It's not like there's not precedent."

Translation: stop worrying so much, McGee, it's putting him on edge after the curse the other day, Ed just...doesn't know the right way to go about saying that so instead he'll just be an ass some more. Because that's appropriate, apparently.

But he's right regardless; he's got some minor damage, mostly singed skin and clothes, but what's physically altered repairs itself quickly enough, and the rest isn't particularly bad.

[charring]

Why would you go there, Ed? Why? What's wrong with you? She just frowns at him a moment, remembering that damn Curse from the other day and then there is a bony fist heading towards his shoulder. Ungrateful asshole. She just keeps moving away from the fire, still keeping her eyes open for anyone that needs help.

"You really shouldn't have mentioned the flaming dragon earlier, Ed. I think it gave someone ideas."

[socoolbrewster]

...Ow. Except not really. Instead he just smirks smugly, more amused than anything else, and follows.

"Well I didn't know that when I said it. Maybe you should tell people that when they first get here instead of pointing it out after the fact."

[charring]

"What if someone wants to say something interesting, though? Like...it rains money for an entire weekend?" She's eying a particularly red burn on the back of her arm, frowning. That's going to need attention at some point.

[socoolbrewster]

"...Okay, I guess you've got a point there. But still. A warning covers your ass; 'be careful what you wish for, sometimes it happens', that kind of thing."

He watches her carefully, not obviously, but...aware enough; it's always helpful to keep tabs on the health of prospective dinner, after all.

[charring]

Enough of the fire is out that Charlie feels a bit more relaxed, still watching it. A glance around the area informs her that there are enough people now to help anyone that needs it.

"I dunno what your plans are for the evening, but this whole day has been eventful enough to last me a good long while," she says as she turns, heading back towards their apartment. "I'm going to bed unless my room also has a giant hole in it." She's just way too tired to give a fuck about the hole in her kitchen at the moment.

[worldofourown]

When the fire starts, he isn't surprised. It's just one calamity piled atop many. His mind feels etherized. Numbed-out from too much information. He's not even sure if he's dead, or alive. Not sure where his Saya is hiding. They were supposed to perish together, in a glorious finale.

Except it didn't happen.

Didn't happen, and here he is now. Trapped, it seems, in some bizarre Hell dimension. All these familiar and unfamiliar voices, speaking through this 'network device' like celestial beings from on high...

His throat burns. Karl swallows dryly.

So thirsty...

It's been hours- days?- since he last fed. The warm crush of people everywhere, their thrumming blood and the sharp scent of their panic, only goads his appetite. Warily, he lurches through the crowd. To passersby, he looks no different than a random straggler. Pale and thin, with long disheveled hair and a wrinkled, bloodstained tuxedo.

But there is a feral, predatory gleam in his eye.

He needs to feed.

Now.

I can't take this much longer...

[OOC: Newcomer. Crazy vampire. Quite famished. Feed free to bump into him/avoid him/get bitten by him! <3]