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✰ COLLIGOAN POD PEOPLE ¬ ([info]colligonpcs) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-08-19 04:13:00

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Entry tags:!!mods, !@event, !open, claire saunders, clark kent, damien thorn, scorpius malfoy

Mini-Event #01 - Fire
It started in the middle of the night, around two o'clock when most were already asleep. That was when the obedient servant of The Collector heard his master's call and slid out of bed and into his shoes. Where the lighter clutched in his fingers came from, he didn't know, nor did he know how he suddenly became in possession of the canister of gasoline he held in the other. Without bothering to dress properly for venturing outdoors at this hour, the nameless, faceless man who looked like an ordinary, average joe citizen who could do no harm, left his home and began walking along the empty streets of Colligo. Few were still out and those that were paid him little attention -- they were all like him, after all, there to serve a purpose, to take up space and mimic a human being The Collector had studied and achieve; a near perfect copy of the specimen to mingle with the real samplings that he'd gathered from across time and space. His mind was not entirely his own and thus, he did as he was told.

Only when he came to the front steps of Building B did the man stop, tilting his head back to stare up at it's many floors. There were people within, people who were valuable to The Collector, but his master wanted to see just how clever they were, how much their mortality meant to them when threatened. This, as crude as it was, was a good way to test that. A very good way.

Humming an off-key tune that sounded eerily similar to London Bridge is Falling Down, the man splashed the steps and sides of the building with the gasoline, moving indoors to spread the last of it on the floor of the deserted lobby. It was there that he sparked the lighter to life and there that he bent down to place it with his own hand into the pool of gasoline at his feet.

Building B burned. Would everyone get out? Would someone get hurt?

"That," The Collector mused, "is yet to be determined. And part of the fun."




1. While there are clues (for those who know how to investigate such things) that the fire was caused by arson, there is no proof that it was an NPC.

2. All characters housed in Building B will be automatically relocated to the same rooms, across town, in Building D. Any changing of rooms/roommates/etc. will need to be posted in the housing post so we will know to change them on the lists.

3. If you wish to have your character injured during the fire, that is allowed. However, we ask that you keep it both realistic, and the injuries as minor as possible. Should you like to do a severe injury/plot of some sort, please contact the mods.

4. Items will be lost in the fire. Obviously PDAs will not (or if they are, a new one will be waiting for the character when they arrive in their new room). Clothing, food, knick-knacks, toiletries, etc. are all optional as to how much was lost/damaged.

5. Again, just to reiterate. No one knows who committed the fire. The only two people who know are the Collector and the NPC. As one is not directly in the city and the other is now dead, clearly they aren't speaking.

6. For this mini-event, all threads pertaining to the fire are to take place within this post. Feel free to do sub-threads rather than one large thread, if you'd like, but please do not post anything else to [info]colligo_threads that covers the fire itself. Characters from other Buildings can also join in, if they'd like, to help those in Building B or simply observe what's going on, etc. No one is required to thread of course. If you'd rather, simply use [info]colligo_network to discuss what items were lost, the character's status, whatever. And as always, have fun!!


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[info]shessonice
2009-08-21 05:49 am UTC (link)
Claire ran a hand through her hair, beginning to panic herself. She was running out of time, River was upset, and she didn't know what she could do that wouldn't upset her more. "Postholer, I don't... know what that means," She said, moving closer to the girl tentatively. "It's not safe, that's why we have to go." She tried to reason, but she saw that River wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. She wasn't a large or particularly heavy looking person, and Claire figured she couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds, and the thought of picking her up briefly crossed her mind, but she disregarded it.

"Just stay here a second, okay? I'm going to go get help." She said to River as she left the room again. Even with her shirt drawn up over her face, she could tell it was getting smokier, and the heat from the fire burned at her skin as she crossed the hall and banged on Topher's door again, desperately hoping he was there and not dead of smoke inhalation or anything.

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[info]boygodofneuro
2009-08-22 04:10 am UTC (link)
Luckily, he was.

It was the carbon dioxide, Topher would later realize. The heavy limbs, the fuzzy head, he inability to just ... stay ... awake ...

Knocking and shouting jolted him out of his daze, giving him the flash of clarity he needed to take in his surroundings. His brain bombarded him with instructions, each less helpful than the first, and all the result of intense propaganda in his youth. Cover your face, we need wet washclothes; don't touch the door handle before you open it. Stop, drop, and roll.

He was halfway to the ground before he realized that he wasn't actually on fire.

Stumbling through the smoke, he grabbed the towels, coughing into one, and picked his way towards the door where someone -Claire, probably- was still pounding. He yanked it open, a shadow of his usual grin spreading across his face. "Smokey the Bear says, 'Only you can prevent forest fires.'"

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[info]shessonice
2009-08-23 07:59 pm UTC (link)
"Great," Claire said, though the sound was probably muffled by the piece of cloth that still covered her mouth and nose. She grabbed his towel and made him hold it up to his face again, explaining what was going on in a very cursory and rushed fashion as she dragged him across the hall.

"I couldn't get her to move. She's talk about postholers, or something. Help me pick her up." She concluded as they entered River's room, though it was becoming quickly obvious to her that Topher probably wasn't going to be much good for that particular plan, since she was supporting most of his weight at that particular moment. "Topher?" She asked, shaking him slightly before looking back to River. "I need your help," She said, shaking him again. "I can't carry her."

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[info]makemeastone
2009-08-23 08:24 pm UTC (link)
Claire was gone and she was alone again, and she was scared because she didn't know what was happening, and everything was wrong. Except she did know. But maybe that was the problem. "They burn witches," she kept repeating to herself. "God's cleansing fire...but I'm not a witch...but they don't care. I just know...I know things...I don't know how I know...but I know...I know what I know but not how...and it scares them. People are scared when they don't understand...and they hate what scares them..." She was babbling to herself, not even noticing if anyone had come back. Occasionally she would cough from the smoke.

"I know things and I remember things...but too much...and not all of it's real...but I don't know what is real and what isn't..." She stopped, coughing, then stopped again as she heard Topher's name. She looked at Claire and Topher, perfectly lucid for one moment. "You should get out," she said. "It isn't safe." Then she was looking down again, caught up in her jumbled thoughts, limbs awkward like a broken doll's. "Postholers...that's what they use to dig holes for posts. They tied me to a post and Simon yelled a lot but they didn't listen...God's cleansing fire...I'm not a witch..."

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[info]boygodofneuro
2009-08-27 09:26 pm UTC (link)
"Okay, okay, okay!" Topher shouted through the washcloth that Claire still held firmly pressed against his nose and mouth, "The suffocation by towel? Kind of not helping!" He pulled it off his face, grimacing as the tiny fibers stuck to his tongue. The smoke instantly swirled around his face, choking him. He ignored it.

This is bad, he thought, This is very bad. On a scale of one to ten, this kind of badness is an eleven. He wanted to tell River, as though somehow being informed as to the danger would make her stable, make her feel safe, but for once he kept his mouth shut. The silence only lasted a few seconds, but to Topher, it felt like an hour. Say something, do something, say something, do something. "Hey now, I wish you were. Some disapparation would be really nice right out now," he laughed, coughed, laughed again. Kneeling he took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.

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[info]shessonice
2009-08-29 04:57 am UTC (link)
"That's why you breathe through the towel, it's so you don't die of smoke inhalation." She insisted, although she could feel the edges of her consciousness blurring. She stumbled slightly as Topher moved away from her, and braced herself on the wall. She didn't even bother to tell him off when he made a stupid joke, she just waved her hand at him dismissively, which she was positive he couldn't see.

"Out the window," She suggested loudly. "We should get out,"

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[info]makemeastone
2009-08-29 05:12 am UTC (link)
Topher was saying things. Something about Topher made everything quiet in her head for brief moments. She wanted it to stay like that, but it wouldn't, and when he pulled her to her feet, she clung to him like a limpet, arms wrapped around his neck as if afraid to let go. "Not safe," she murmured softly, her head feeling fuzzy, "never safe. They burn witches. I don't want to burn." She didn't let go, holding on tightly to the one safe thing in the room. She felt like she was choking on the smoke, but Topher was there. He would make it all right. She couldn't say why, it was just a feeling.

"Need to get out," she whispered, though the fuzzy feeling was getting worse and she was leaning more against Topher. "The house is burning down. Children shouldn't play with matches. Daddy'll be so mad."

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