[SORT OF OPEN] Rescue log!

[drama8om8]

Who: The Alan and Octavia Rescue Team
When: Tonight
Where: Locke City Police Station
What: Rescuing idiots. Running distractions. OOCly weeping at how ridiculously big this got.


OKAY SO. This got a hell of a lot bigger than I anticipated when I asked for a few rescue volunteers on Plurk. Twenty people piling into Mac's terrible car isn't just overkill, it's impossible. So this will take a little restructuring!

The main rescue team - (Karson?) Mac, Chris, Shiro, Danny, Walter and Roxy - will be the ones actually getting Alan and Octavia out. Everyone else is free to:

Join a distraction team

Form a backup offensive team - please be aware that the mods have said that "if it gets loud, the rescuers will encounter a handful of armed police officers. And a handful of unarmed ones." I'm not anticipating there will be much fighting, if any at all.

Back out altogether because I hecked up oh god oh man note to self: never organise anything ever again.

There were several ideas for distractions discussed in the IC distress call post - fax/printer spamming, joyriding past the police station to try and draw away a few cops, instigating bar fights and such in the city and calling in the police over that, creating light shows with freakish past-life powers, etc. There'll be a thread below for potentially playing these out, or they can be handwaved if people would prefer.

BASICALLY I don't want anyone to feel unwelcome or anything just because I got overwhelmed! I hope everyone is okay with this attempt at de-clusterfucking the situation.

Now hang on while I set up some halfassed subthreads hrughhuhghgr OKAY DONE

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DISTRACTOMATIC

[hollowleg]

Shiro is ready to go. While this whole idea is dumb and stupid and dangerous and, in the end, pointless, he can't help the flutter of excitement in his chest about it. He was scared, of course. This was the rubicon for them. Launching a full prank war on the police station while others broke in wasn't small peanuts. But he was also exhilarated.

He's also prepared. Prepared as fuck. He'd scrounged some old dark clothes that he could destroy later out of his closet and drawers, and he's dressed from head to toe in black clothes; beanie, sunglasses, scarf, long sleeve shirt, gloves, long pants, and old sneakers. He allowed himself to feel like a ninja. Just this once.

He'd also collected a bag full of glass bottles and aluminum cans, while wearing his gloves. No fingerprints on these. Shiro has to laugh to himself a little as he jumps from rooftop to rooftop with all the ease of a kid jumping over cracks in the sidewalk. Then he starts his assault on the poor, innocent people below. He throws down his glass bottles at passers-by, carefully aimed so that they only nearly hit them. But that's more than enough for them to scream at the surprise and look around, only to be hit harmlessly from behind by an empty aluminum can. Shiro is careful. He stays high, stays hidden. And it seems to be working. He even tosses a few cans at the police station window.

God, this is fun.

Re: DISTRACTOMATIC

[comparative_insanity]

Someone else is doing the whole rooftop thing, albeit with a lot more trepidation. Just knowing that you're strong and fast enough to do something like this, and that you heal fast enough that falling probably won't be an issue, doesn't mean that it's not kind of scary as fuck. And while his sense of pain also seems somewhat muted, he's pretty sure that hitting the ground from up here is going to hurt like a bitch.

He's got himself dressed up in as muted colors as he could find - which meant that the cardigan he's in is somewhat too big, since it's not his. Skin-tight is all very well, but he's pretty sure that anyone trying to grab him would have their work cut out. At least you couldn't fit a gnat's whisker between him and the dark grey pants - too bad they sparkle a bit, but you can't have it all. His hair is simply sprayed black with temporary color.

He tenses a bit when he sees another figure on the other side of the street, but since this one is dressed a lot like him and hassling civilians, he can only assume that it means that he's on the same errand. Taking aim carefully, me manages to fling himself over the void, cutting down a street light with his nails. It lands with an almighty crash and causes a milder multiple-vehicle collision, while Fay lands at least somewhat gracefully next to Shiro. "Hi. You know, I probably shouldn't be having a lot of fun doing this. Pretty sure that ain't the purpose of the excersice."

[hollowleg]

Shiro had to practice a whole lot to get over the fear of falling. He had to teach himself he'd always have something to catch him, as long as there were those weird ghost particles around. And there always were. He's still not as comfortable way up here than he is on the ground, but at least he can do it.

Shiro blinks, startling a bit at the crash of the streetlight. But then there's another person on the roof next to him. Someone who's voice he recognizes.

"Well, well, well," Shiro says quietly, "Look what the cat dragged in. That was a nice trick. A little car accident should have the pigs out here pretty fast."