[day 250] sector 0 action - open | video - private
[Tear's always been up before the announcements or artificial sun. Habit born from training first thing in the day, even before eating or other concerns... until recently. Lately, she's risen early not to practice but to observe the facility and its cogs come to life. In order to take notes, to continue planning. To leave.
She's up to do the same like the other mornings before, though it becomes apparent soon enough that's this morning isn't remotely like always. Being as clockwork as she is herself, she knows when something is definitely up, when no rising light gradually comes when it's about time to or no obnoxious-- and supposedly witty-- commentary from one or the other Warden that she only barely listens to anymore.
Even setting aside being a prison veteran, she feels neither panic nor worry over it, though-- yet. In fact, as terrible as it might be, she wonders if it's actually luck, after everything. The unresponsive sentinels along the way to the central sector, and the fact that no more make their way out to the streets, only raise her hopes, as does the darkened kiosk. She otherwise ignores it as she runs past to her goal: the charging facility. Its door and exterior remain as fortified as ever, but there are no longer any functioning guard to act as discouragement. All the better for her.
Casting a small orb of light, she raises it high to illuminate her immediate area with a soft glow; while hardly a piercing beacon, it's noticeable enough to possibly attract any nearby inmates-- or other things lurking in the dark. But even if that, and the flashes as she begins to pelt the building with a barrage of fireballs, happen to be obscured, the sounds from it all should certainly bear investigating]
[private to || Aidan Reilly, Euphemia li Brittania, Haruka Tenoh, Penelope Garcia]
[There's actually light in the video, but it's faint; nothing solidly bright like the beam of a flashlight, but it's enough to see the barred door of a large building-- the bot charging facility actually-- adorned with lovely scorch marks here and there, and an indistinguishable smear leading down to a lump that's equally unidentifiable in the insufficient lighting save for some arm or leg... some scaly, feathered appendage, before the view jerks away violently to the ground and then only darkness, though the feed hasn't died quite yet.
She hadn't taken the time to set her device back on properly after it gotten knocked askew by her attacker, and after blasting the raptor into the wall, simply contacting the people she needed to was the first priority in her mind. The little scuffle hadn't taken anything out of her, but the adrenaline left from it and the surprise remains high, leaving her sounding a bit out of breath when she finally can give her curt, no-questions message]