[log] The Great Anomaly Round-up [closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: OTA (regular characters plus anomalies)
Location: Power Plant
Date: Day 440
Summary: Here! In brief: It's time to capture some anomalies in the Norfinbury power plant!
Warnings: Please add to subject lines.

[The Norfinbury power plant is a large building that is one of the few with reliable electricity. Going inside reveals a warm, metallic interior. Immediately upon entering is a small reception area--there's a door labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY, but you can also go into a door to the right for a small museum-like area intended for young children that explains the basics of thermal energy. Visit the gift shop and get a fun t-shirt!

Entering the employees only area, it gets warmer, though it's far from unpleasant.

Here is where it will happen. There are multiple offices before the hallway opens up into a large, open area with countless shining machines and a sealed off central area. The air in the central area is hotter than the rest of the facility, almost uncomfortable. There's a door requiring a key card to enter the central area, and the door displays a warning: INTENSE HEAT. DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT PROTECTION.

A keycard left by those who have come before sits atop one of the shining machines, ready to be taken and used.

This is the place where the anomalies will be trapped. Where the groups converging on the power plant will attempt to trap the anomalies. Messages have been put up around town, trying to draw them here. It's now or never.

Perhaps you're an anomaly that's already here. Perhaps you're one of those seeking to capture them. Perhaps you're one of the late and unexpected arrivals. In any case, enjoy the free-for-all. There's technically a plan, but mice and men might have something about things that go awry here.]

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Anomaly Encounters

[jumpthegun]

[It's anomaly-hunting time.]

ota 8U

[phaseshifter]

[ After much fussing and angsting and wringing of weird clawed bony hands, Angelnomaly shows up to the party late. She's been debating with herself over whether she should show up at all - mostly because Squalo is against the idea, and he's not exactly someone who tends to baby her or doubt what she's capable of. If he thinks it's a bad idea, it's probably a bad idea.

That guilt complex, though. And shouldn't she show up just to prove that she is still herself, and that no one needs to be scared of her?

Assuming people don't have to be scared. Because what if she loses her temper or forgets herself and gets all touchy with someone? That would be awful.

But running away from problems doesn't solve them. And this is definitely A Problem.

Her thoughts go around in circles for a long while before she finally decides to at least check things out. She's definitely too late to warn off her fellow anomalies en masse, but maybe she can keep any atragglers like herself from getting caught? Or she might be able to convince some of the unchanged to stop trying to lock everyone away? She has to do something, right?

She's sure as hell not entering the power plant, though. She can be found hanging out a few metres from the entrance, floating around in anxious, erratic patterns that leave trails of glowing purple liquid in the snow. Get too close to it and she'll warn you off: ]

Don't touch the slag. You'll get sick.

[ That's not a threat! She's being careful!! ]

Stephen's joining in, as well!

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, I know.

[John's aware he might not be... Angel's favorite person. He suspects this anomaly knows what's going on. When he gets word she's outside, he heads out to confront her with Stephen--the closest person to him at the time--as back-up.]

If you could sort of... stay there. That would help.

[He means permanently.]

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen might not have been the best choice, considering he'd had words with Angel regarding this anomaly as well. Time is of the essence, though, and it certainly doesn't occur to Stephen to try to opt himself or John out of this conversation...particularly when he doubts the matter will be resolved with words alone.

He finds himself staring at her in wonder almost as much as fear or pity. There's a sort of morbid fascination for him in seeing all of them.]

We've been made aware.

[phaseshifter]

I can - I mean, I can see that, but. I'm not here to help you.

[ She looks back and forth between John and Stephen, neck swinging around like a really weird elephant trunk, and drifts backwards. Just a little. Enough that anyone trying to get too close would have to cross the slag trails.

It's not the most effective barrier in the world, but it's something. Plus maintaining the distance between them makes it a lot easier to ignore the nagging urges to punch John in his stupid freaking face. ]

I'm not here to say that you should let everyone go, or anything, but - but do you even know how cruel you're being? This is how we were all changed, you know. We got locked up in a room. For days. With no food and then no light and it was horrible. This is horrible.

[ YOU'RE HORRIBLE. ]

[jumpthegun]

The difference is, we're not changing anyone. And there weren't other people for you to hurt in that room. I don't want to cage everyone up like animals, Angel. But you have to know that some of the people who've, some of them in there. They've got body counts. Some of them significant. And they either don't recognize that they can hurt people or they don't care anymore.

[thewarningafter]

[It's effective enough. It wouldn't hurt Stephen in the sense that he wouldn't feel it, but it could very well kill either of them. He tries not to flinch or take a step back when her head on that long neck swings in his direction.]

Are you aware of how many of us have died since then? Because I can tell you about a few other experiences that are horrible.

[phaseshifter]

I'm aware that people have died, yes, I saw the post. On the network. But - but not all of us are killers! I'm not! You just said yourselves that only some of the people in there have killed, so you're admitting to locking up innocents. And that's effed up.

[ Their reluctance to make their way over the slag is encouraging. Maybe there's less reason to be nervous than she'd anticipated? ]

Frankly, you're kinda being ginormous dicks.

OTA!

[clowngirl]

[AnomaHarley's mind is a swirling vortex of chaotic thoughts, each half-baked idea being quickly usurped by the latest thing to cross her path. She's losing herself inside it. She aches as she tries to force her concentration on the past. She was doing something, just before. What was she doing? She vaguely remembers looking for someone, then getting distracted. Was it a friend? The friend of a friend?

She thinks she sees other creatures in route to the Power Plant. Maybe it was one of them. If she can find who she was looking for, maybe she'll slip back into her old self again. That was a good feeling, a brief feeling. Back when she was looking for... whoever.

The strange shape that now makes up her body approaches the plant, arriving later than others, but still like a moth to the flame. There has to be someone inside. If not the being she was looking for, then surely a new playmate. An excited squeal escapes just one of many mouths her body has formed. Long, black and red limbs of different animals scramble inhumanly fast towards the building.

What will she find?]

OTA

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel, the Angel - the proper Angel, not the one still confined to a dull human frame - has been in the same spot for days now, a blinding, glowing beacon in the middle of an empty snowfield. He's too painfully bright to look at, burning like a fallen star, though if anyone makes the mistake of trying they might find the silhouettes of wing-like shapes burned into their retinas.

He hovers above the snow, emitting a piercing, melodic ringing, like tinnitus crossed with a symphony. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts. Exaltation and meditation, seeking revelation. He'd made the mistake of letting his faith waver, when brought low and made something like mortal by this place, but now he's been returned to some of his former self. With his wings and his holy fire has his certainty of purpose been restored.

The whole Earth is full of His glory. ]

OTA

[cahooted]

cw: body horror, blood, potential cannibalism or parasitic growth

[While Flynn is undoubtedly changed – his body count and the fact that he murdered his best friend might be an indication – he remains the same in a lot of ways. One is his friendly nature; he doesn't look aggressive at all as he walks, his origami body folding and unfolding, the flowers on the papery edges in bloom.

Another is his tendency to get perpetually distracted, his mind scattered, fascinated by anything new and unfamiliar. Yes, he came here to help people but he's also never been at the power plant before, so he circles it curiously a couple of times first, exploring it from the outside.

He leaves a few outgrowths here and there before he considers venturing inside, drawn in largely by the promise of warmth. Not that the cold bothers him but it might help his plants grow even faster, better, stronger. Maybe this could become the new greenhouse? He really prefers it in terms of size!

When he runs into one of the 'copies' he doesn't attack right away and, unless he really doesn't like that person for one reason or another, even greets them with one of his bright, slightly goofy smiles.]

Hey! I saw your messages! What's going on?

Sherlock is joining!

[jumpthegun]

[John knows that Flynn's anomaly is in the building after a bit of reconnaissance, but coming face to face with it freezes him in his tracks for a moment. He can feel roots wriggling beneath his skin, ripping him apart from the inside, tracing through his veins-

Snap out of it, Watson.

The doctor glances to Sherlock at his side before starting. They need to do this right and they need to do it quickly.]

Hey, Flynn. Sorry... sorry about what happened before. Bit stressed, you know? Wasn't thinking right. Think we might've found a way out, though. But we're having trouble getting access to one of the machines. Think there's a keycard in that office. Can't get the drawer open. Could you maybe...?

[howdull]

[Sherlock feels more alive now than he has in months, there's the thrill of the chase and an actual concrete thing that they can do to make things potentially better, it's amazing.

It carries him through the initial meeting with this particular anomaly and lets him ignore the creeping feeling under his skin.]

Good thinking, John, those exceptional vines may be able to be utilised as something like a lockpick. So, Flynn, what do you say?

Huzzah!

[cahooted]

[Flynn hums. He's still a bit miffed about last time but he's never been one to hold a grudge, especially with friends. And they did call him here because they wanted his help. So maybe they were finally seeing that he was up to the task?]

It's okay. I remember being stressed out from the cold. It's really not fair that you guys still have to deal with that.

[Copies or not, that's just cruel.

Flynn has no any motivation to leave this town but he figures if he were a copy that's what he would do? He preens openly at exceptional vines because yes, yes, they really are, aren't they! And it sounds like a fun challenge.]

I'm really good with locks. Didn't think about using the vines for it...

[jumpthegun]

[Just about any other anomaly would get that kind of thrill from John. This one, though? This one has haunted his nightmares since encountering it, interlaced with Stein's ministrations, and so very many eyes.]

Well, hopefully that won't be for long, right? And we're all in the power plant now. Nice and toasty. Good place for plants.

[John feigns a smile.]

Let's see what you can do then, mate? I'm really excited to see!

[He gestures toward the office door.]

[howdull]

[When Flynn turns away, Sherlock flicks his gaze to John and then nods slightly to the left, indicating that he’ll take that direction and John the other so that they can keep a pincer movement to minimise the risk to them both if this devolves into a full on fight again.]

Good point, John, this really is the location that would mimic a greenhouse the best of all the buildings in this town. Imagine what you could grow here.

[cahooted]

That's true. It's really warm, I like it.

[Flynn moves towards the office, but it's distracted, he's craning his neck a lot looking around, obviously imagining what this place would look like overgrown.]

So how did you find out about the keycard?

[You know, with the drawer being locked and everything. Maybe it's a good thing he's so distracted.]

cw blood, references to body horror, mouth/mud horror

[zunesareawesome]

[Oh man, it's him.

Peter knew that it was possible to run into him. At this point Peter has a semi-permanent nosebleed especially from hanging around 'himself' for so long, and he mindlessly wipes his nose with his sleeve as he backs up slightly.]

Uhhhhhh...nothing's going on. Nothing at all.

[Despite Peter's reservations and outright antagonistic attitude to the people that wanted to trap the anomalies, he has absolutely no qualms about sending this dude to a terrible fate.

God, why did he have to sound so bright and cheerful, so much like Flynn?]

They weren't my messages, anyway, so...

[cahooted]

Hi Peter.

[It's cheerful and nothing indicates how awfully things had ended between them last time. Because nothing awful had happened, not as far as he is concerned.]

But you still came. You don't know what they're about?

[zunesareawesome]

Hi.

[Hi, not-Flynn who killed him brutally. He's just gonna...stay safely a few feet over here, thanks.]

Not really. [Lies.] I came cause I was escorting my anomalybro. He's cool.

[A pointed pause.]

He didn't feel the need to kill me or anything, so we could hang out.

[cahooted]

Oh, he's here, too? Great. I haven't seen him in a while, I was wondering where he went. He was gonna help me out with his mud, maybe he can leave some in the building...

[A pause.]

Well, yeah, but he doesn't have any plants to look after.

[Another pause.]

You're mad about that.

[zunesareawesome]

Yeah, he's around here somewhere. I'm sure he'll help you out, he's pretty chill.

[You know, totally chill.

He's just gonna gloss over the fact he killed Stephen that one time.]

Uh, yeah? Bro, you killed me?

[cahooted]

Yes, he is. I should ask him if he gets around okay, I had to help him out of the tunnels.

[Flynn sighs.]

But it was necessary. And you're back, aren't you? You really helped me out, too.

OTA!

[termineur]

[ Sylar, for as awful as he'd been to House and Will, has decided that he'll be amenable to whatever 'human' people arrive here. For a while, anyway. After all, talking sounds nice. He doesn't do it a ton with the other anomalies.

Besides- he's half here to see what it is they want, if it's a fight or a discussion. Or maybe there really is something at the power plant. There's still a part of his mind that would like to figure out the mysteries here. And maybe he can do something about the power. Maybe he could find that data collective!

This is why he'll be found looking at the various bits of machinery and poking a blue-sparking hand onto or even through them. So far, no luck. ]

Sheenomaly OTA

[ninjainviolet]

[ Just as the "other" Sheena had predicted, the true Sheena responded to the messages asking for help. Yes, she had seen the other notes, but her desire to aid and protect others overrode the threat of a trap.

However, that doesn't mean she's totally lowered her guard upon entering the power plant--trailing poisonous gas and burned footsteps into the ground with every measured step. She looks around, totally oblivious to the effect the sight of her moving-like-molten-lava might have on people.

Of course, since she's there to help, she makes her presence known. ]

Hello? I saw the message asking for help, and I'm here. I can help you get warm!