Mallrat Madness - RPLOG
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Date
30/6/2013
Log
There's a rumbling in the background that doesn't quite fit the lack of real overcast overhead. One block from the mall and hunkered down at the back passageway that serves as one of the rodent's emergency escape routes, a hooded rodent is mumbling anxiously to himself as he shifts from foot to foor with shopping bag in hand. The clothes felt far too itchy, his watch that he hadn't worn in ages felt too damn tight. Everything about this just seemed /wrong/. What was he doing? He could hear a crowd in the distance, but the rat is currently looking up and down the street for something..else. "C'mon, damnit.." The guard wouldn't be gone for too long before they start manning up every exit, even the hidden ones.
Pog is grinning like a devil, giddy as can be. For the mostpart she blended into the mutant crowd- she belonged there, after all. She had climbed to the top of the tallest pile of debris she can find, cheering on the crowd, "This is only the first step to truly breaking the chains of Prometheus! Those traitorous rats are in league with everyone who's ever harassed us, hurt us, killed us... Restrained us! They supply them with the means to do so! So I say we cut them off once and for all! Remember, patience is key- but once Charlie sends the signal, show them the true power of 'ferals'!" With that, she lets out a vicious, feline roar to excite the crowd all the more, then leaps down off the debris, striding her way around to meet her lieutenant. Once she turns into the passage, she nods towards him. "Lead the way, Charlie-boy."
Mickey's ears droop. This rat is clearly one out of place of the riot, but hey. If there's a party. "Yeeeah.." he squeaks, his voice drowned comepletely by the mob. "Hope you know what you're doin'," he chitters as he puts his paws on the piece of drywood that was apparenly secured along with the others; this one easily slides aside to reveal the parking lot of the mall. "I'll meet ya by the East exit. If you're on time," he adds with a mumble, then steps over the frame quickly to avoid the rush of mobs as he pulls out an airhorn and lets it blare.
The rabble were an entity unto themselves at this point, a teeming swarm of various mutants and borderline ferals that had become malcontent with the way the Mallrats were running the show milled about, anger, frustration and despertion fueling them.
They needed someone to blame for their troubles and a way to feed themselves and their children...if they gave a damn about what fell from between their legs at all. So when The tigress gave her little speach, the crowd answered back with a mixed roar of it's own! Yeah! Fuck those rats! Fucking corporate sell outs! Oh they couldn't wait....
Flying high above the scene below, Glein was armored and geared for combat. "Command, Dragoon here. Currently 250 feet AGL, and I can confirm, we've got a large group of creatures. One seemed to give a speech or something, becuase they're pumped up." Glein said, tapping the mic and earpeice combo currently in her left ear. "Can we get someone inside the mall in time to warn them?" Glein asked, wanting to get down there and calm teh situation, or stop it, but only could wing above it as an observer. It was agrivating.
UHSC command responds in piecemill text fashion. [Maintain line-ofsight. Mallrats have their own weapons and lookouts. Don't get involved unless assistance is requested. Both sides of conflict are your priority.]
Inside the mall the whispers of the mob pass from rat to rat in the classic game of telephone. Thankfully reception is good; it takes only a few minutes after the speech for word to finally reach the chilly top of Mt. Cool. Calmly, he filters down his own instructions. Stay chill, watch the doors, get ready to go on lockdown. He himself would go personally to the manager's office to access the PA system and alert the shoppers. "So like, there's a party out there that seems too hot, so if you're not done with your trip here then just start chillin' in the food court till it all blows over. Yeah?"
Xolotl has been hunting, stalking the city streets for prey, for the Blessing of Change. But now, a commotion, a flare of noise and crowd-scent, catches its attention. What's this? Gliding into the group as the mob gathers, Xolotl listens with fascinated curiosity to the tigress's speech, and the answering roars all around it. It has no care for these things - they are beneath its concern - but the sheer raw intensity of the emotion, and the concentration of pheromones in the air from so many passionate bodies all in one place - oh, it was intoxicating! The Hungry One would stick around, and flow with the mob, as one with it. Its forked tongue flicks, tasting the air repeatedly as it savors the crowd's mingled essences.
Edel passes a bit of tech to a rat in exchange for a few cans of the pop that the small husky enjoys so much. After tucking the drinks into her dufflebag, she turns to look out towards the exit of the mall, a frown forming on her muzzle as she draws her hood up. "Well, that doesn't sound at all pleasant." She shuffles off behind part of the scenery, reaching around behind her back to check that her new rifle had a magazine in it.
Cardison looks less than certain as her haggling for a book of old fantasy art is interrupted by the commotion in the lower levels. "Thaaat doesn't sound like normal squabbles..." She peeks out over the edge of the walkway, tail curled around herself to give her some semblance of decency - Though the implication of being dressed in naught but one's own tail may work against that goal. She perks at the squeal of the PA, making quick last minute offers for the book before hugging it against herself as she follows the instructions and heads for the food court. "Always a new adventure..."
Pog nods to Charlie and gets straight to work, looking along the wall and feeling against it for grooves or loose bricks or any of that silly secret agent stuff when she notices an indent in the wall that should've been obvious from how close she was. Feeling less than tactically genius she pries open the false wall, slipping through and leaving it open behind her, leading into what looks a lot like a slightly winding maintenance tunnel. Cautiously the tiny tigress pads down what is a lot like a grand hall to her, wary of bumping into a mallrat at any turn. There was a grate somewhere around here...
Glein growls at that. "Roger that Command. Maintaining aerial survailence of developing situation. Dragoon out." She states, controlling herself enough not to growl into the mic itself. This whole situation was just ASKING for it to explode by one group or the other overreacting. That's how so many skirmishes began, and usually erupted into much uglier, much larger conflicts.
Ruby roamed the outskirts of the mall, picking up the constant litter around the area. She could have passed as a janitor even, if she wasn't only picking up metallic scraps. "Ugh, too many cans to bother with..." This was not the most entertaing way to get supplies, and the yelling nearby made it worse. She would another lap inside if she could, and get out before something worse than screaming came up.
