[Day 225] [EVENT] A sinking feeling

[bastionmods]

Who: Anyone and everyone
Open: Open
When: Early morning on Day 225
Where: Everywhere in the Bastion
What: Remember how cores used to be a thing? Yeah, they're still important.
Format: any
Warnings: terrible modpuns

[Early in the morning on Day 225, most people are probably asleep. For the couple of stragglers who may still be awake so late, though, they may notice something strange. At 2:31 am, any lights that are on start to hum, and flicker in and out of dimness.

At 2:32 am, every light in the Bastion (excluding the emergency lights) shuts off entirely.

At 2:33 am, a horrible grinding noise can be heard throughout the Bastion, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. This sound continues on for several minutes, throughout everything else that begins to happen.

At 2:34 am, for anyone outside Nathaniel can be seen running from the Apartments towards the Monument as if his life depended on it.

At 2:35 am, ever so slowly, sections of the Bastion begin to sink.

What do you do?]

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[magisperica]

[ Skyla has never been a morning person, though she doubts that anyone would be when forced to rise at two in the goddamn morning. Any irritation, however, is dispelled by that bassy, creaking, grinding that seems to sink into the pit of her stomach until she feels ill and the lack of light isn't doing anything to help. ]

End of the world's already come and gone. S'a little late for the Rapture, isn't it?

[ it's muttered quietly to herself, mid-yawn, as she makes her way downstairs, and despite the bat she's carrying loosely at her side, she#s still underestimating the urgency of the whole thing --

-- and then the ground starts sinking under her fucking feet and god dammit today is not her morning, is it? ]

Fuck--!

[ instinct makes her blink forward but she only makes it ten or so feet -- not a very good move. So. Looks like it's the old fashioned way.

Sprinting to the Skyway. ]

[croceamors]

[Before she can get far with good old fashioned sprinting, Skyla will find herself very suddenly with a thick black coat being tossed over her head. She should be able to recognize the voice of douchebaggery suddenly by her side.]

Let's not risk anything.

[And that's when she'll find herself being bodily lifted up and flung with no amount of grace through- something. She'll be able to see the wisps of darkness as she goes through the portal if she peeks her head out, but just as suddenly she's out on the Skyway.]

[And hopefully not landing on her face.]

[magisperica]

[ if you're all surprised that the moment the coat goes over her head, Skyla immediately starts squirming and swearing in protest then you clearly haven't been here very long.

Of course, she doesn't get long to protest before she finds herself pchoo'd through the portal and of course she lands flat on her face on the other side.

Scrabbling to her feet, she whirls around, furious. ]

What the hell is--

[ wait ]

-- your... prob...?

[ this is the Skyway. ]

[croceamors]

[It sure is!]

[And in the distance, still making those worrying noises, is the Bastion. It's still sinking, still looking as though it will fall apart.]

[Off in the distance, she can probably see Saix sprinting his own way across, leaping across gaps in the earth with his body relying on a very distant memory for how this should go. Radiant Garden, Vatheon, now this- he's experienced world shattering disasters before. This isn't anything new.]

[Very suddenly, another portal will open up besides Skyla. The very odd sight of a Berserker Nobody appears there, standing very still with a trio of Dusks clinging to its broad shoulders... and a golden retriever in its arms. The dog in question is whining from how harsh the noises are to its sensitive ears.]