[The afternoon the day the Bat is reported to have been sighted again, with Thomas Brandon still in the hospital and the mobs still gathered outside Aubade and the hospital and in a myriad other locations around the city, the rain starts.
Rain in Seattle is, of course, not outside the norm, but the day on which it starts was predicted to be intermittently sunny, cold, and standard spring fair. And so it is, until around four o clock, when storm clouds begin rolling in out of nowhere.
The clouds are heavy, black, and pendulous, and they sweep in suddenly. They look ominous enough that people begin walking a little more quickly to get back to their offices, running to their cars to escape the downpour on the way, pulling out umbrellas and ducking under awnings. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and those in taller buildings can see the flickers of lightning amongst the clouds.
The mobs are a little more hardy than the average pedestrian, however, and do not show any sign of dispersing. At least, not until the curtain of cloud closes over the city, and rain begins coming down with such a torrential force that even the most hardy of the protesters only hold out for a twenty minutes or so before abandoning their posts. The sidewalk outside of Aubade is littered with signs, washed clean of meaning and floating in the gutter. All around town, people take cover, driving slowly through the downpour. Lightning strikes every once in a while, coming in bouts. People assure each other that a downpour like this cannot last for long.
But it does. The rain continues on into the evening. Meteorologists cannot explain it. A storm front seems to have stalled over the city, and it shows no sign of budging, all through the night. Perhaps even more strangely, when a group of protesters try to surround the hospital again despite the rain, and their story makes the news for their perseverance in the face of inclement weather, the lightning surrounding the building increases tenfold, striking lightning rods on surrounding buildings and scattering the budding mob.
And through the night, and on into morning. And on. The rain lets up a little in intensity on the second day, but it continues.
And so it rains, and it rains, and it rains.
If anyone where to know where or how to look, how to trace the threads of the storm, they would find them leading to Aubade. But to the human residents of the city of Seattle, all they can say is that the vigilante debate has been cancelled due to rain for a few days, and any sort of trapping of the vigilantes or further mobs will have to wait a while.
[OOC: The storm will stretch from Wednesday afternoon until early Saturday morning.]