you'll have to find out the hard way on the Queen Anne's Revenge
Characters: Bastet (felinemystique), and OPEN
Date/Time: October 1, afternoon/evening
Location: smoking crater, Marketplace (formerly the bookstore)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Wanting answers, everyone descends on the scene of the explosion.
Notes: Open log for those investigating or just curious about the explosion. Feel free to tag directly into the entry, or to break off into individual threads.
Bastet knew something was wrong when Digit showed up at her stall; Crow took her everywhere with him, and Bastet had never seen her away from her owner's side. No sooner had she picked her up than there was an explosion from the direction of the bookstore. Swearing, she took off, only to find a smoking crater, with no sign of bodies or even rubble.
Just outside the crater, there was a set of clothing, filled with sand. An old rusted metal pole impaled the shirt, pinning it to the ground.
"Fuck," she muttered. And with all the people with hero complexes in the Sphere, this place would be overrun with well-meaning dumbasses any minute now. She took out her journal and began to write, jotting down a warning for her fellow residents, and a request for Bridge to join her; hopefully his powers would be of some help.
Digit, curled around her ankles, letting out a quiet mew from time to time, but Bastet couldn't spare the time to comfort her; the fact that it was getting dark meant there was little time to spare. Maybe she could send someone for some lights.
Date/Time: October 1, afternoon/evening
Location: smoking crater, Marketplace (formerly the bookstore)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Wanting answers, everyone descends on the scene of the explosion.
Notes: Open log for those investigating or just curious about the explosion. Feel free to tag directly into the entry, or to break off into individual threads.
Bastet knew something was wrong when Digit showed up at her stall; Crow took her everywhere with him, and Bastet had never seen her away from her owner's side. No sooner had she picked her up than there was an explosion from the direction of the bookstore. Swearing, she took off, only to find a smoking crater, with no sign of bodies or even rubble.
Just outside the crater, there was a set of clothing, filled with sand. An old rusted metal pole impaled the shirt, pinning it to the ground.
"Fuck," she muttered. And with all the people with hero complexes in the Sphere, this place would be overrun with well-meaning dumbasses any minute now. She took out her journal and began to write, jotting down a warning for her fellow residents, and a request for Bridge to join her; hopefully his powers would be of some help.
Digit, curled around her ankles, letting out a quiet mew from time to time, but Bastet couldn't spare the time to comfort her; the fact that it was getting dark meant there was little time to spare. Maybe she could send someone for some lights.