I'm Waiting for the Call, the Hand on the Chest [November 23, Open]

[dead_black_eyes]

Who: Lazarus Lawliet and open to anyone!
What: Watching and waiting for the attack on Espresso Yourself to happen early Sunday morning... and with all hope, Locke City's Finest making some much-needed arrests of Mafia goons.
Where: Willow Ridge Boarding Academy, potentially around the coffee shop if any strong types want to hang around nearby and make sure no goons get away.
When: November 23, 3:15 AM
Warnings: Violence and profanity probs



The coffee is on, and so is every screen in Willow Ridge's newly outfitted basement surveillance center not far from Locke City's teleporter. Anyone here is likely present for one reason: to watch the cameras and make sure that everything goes 100% according to plan. It's a hail Mary pass, hoping that the police have taken the claims and evidence seriously and are able to get a sting operation promptly on the scene... but not nearly as much of a hail Mary as taking violent and aggressive action against goons sans police involvement.

Many of the monitors show feeds in or around the coffee shop from cameras situated up to several blocks away. L watches most of these intently, with three phones nearby. Though he's focused, he's ready to divert his attention at a moment's notice if someone or something important demands it.

It's just like a party, except free of anything resembling a celebratory spirit. Whether someone is tech-minded and here to work hard, wants to crack a joke to lighten the heavy, apprehensive mood, or has come to bring some much-needed donuts to a worn-out team, they'll certainly be appreciated. However, those with the speed and strength would be advised to remain on their toes just in case some thugs try to get away when the attack does drop.



[OOC: I'll post a couple of prompts, but feel free to treat this as a mingle post!]

Comments

[radiantchicken]

[Torin tosses aside the first fire extinguisher as soon as it's spent, and he wastes no time in going for another. He'll keep this up until the fire department gets there, or until he runs out of extinguishers.]

[dead_black_eyes]

[The fire is already responding well to the lone silver-clad fighter's tireless efforts. Without him, the flames would doubtless have consumed the small building, but as it is, by the time the fire truck does screech to a halt outside the building when the shooting between police and thugs has stopped, it is still standing, and can be saved.

They burst through the doors, hose in hand, and they seem just as surprised as the cops to see Torin.]

[radiantchicken]

[Torin gives them a salute and motions for them to come into the building as he starts moving to make his escape.]

I've taken care of the worst of the flames, but you'd better inspect the rest of the building just to be sure.

[dead_black_eyes]

[There isn't time and this isn't the place to find out more about the mysterious masked savior. The head fireman nods, wide-eyed, to communicate his comprehension and intent to follow through.]

Y-yes sir! Thank you!

[They rush forward, blasting what's left of the flames. Thanks to Torin, it is really fairly mild; if it weren't for him, the building would surely be unsalvageable.]

[radiantchicken]

[Torin hangs back, watching for a moment to make sure they'll be alright without his help, but they're professionals. They've got this. Time for the Radiant Hero to make his escape into the night.]