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metalogs2022-12-05 04:20 pm
mostdangerousbird) wrote in metalogs2022-12-05 04:20 pm
Jailhouse Rock (but not too hard or it'll fall down)
Who: Robin/Tim Drake mostdangerousbird and open. Can also be used as a sort of mingle for your own toplevels.
What: A massive jailbreak of lowlevel, non-meta criminals from CCPD headquarters, after Loki removed all the walls and cage doors.
When: On a clear December night, during the mistletoe mania.
Where: Downtown Central City
Content Warnings: Please keep the damage minimal and the takedowns non-lethal.
The Central City PD are located downtown, taking up a lot of valuable ground with a stupid architectural design that wastes as much space as it does money.
It's normally foreboding griege brutalism, but everything is looking a little Jetsons at the moment. The sections were the cells are? Don't have any damn walls left. Or cell bars. It looks like something out of the Jetsons - floating concrete and rebar discs for floors and roofs. Pipes spraying water out and up and everywhere because the walls are gone. Don't worry, you won't get shocked because all the wires are gone too.
Those inside the building will have to make do on emergency lights (if they're in an area that still has walls). The circuit is obviously so badly damage that it's stopped working - a too-smart-to-be-a-cop secretary very quickly realizes the danger of an electric file and trips all the breakers on purpose.
The prisoners? About a third of them immediately make a run for it. Another third move away from the open walls, but sit quietly with visible hands because this is crazy, suspicious shit and they are not going to make it worse on themselves. The rest wait to see how far the first runners get and begin peeling off in small groups in the next two minutes.
The missing walls and bars will reappear at dawn like nothing ever happened, but there’s no way of knowing that.
mostdangerousbird and open. Can also be used as a sort of mingle for your own toplevels.What: A massive jailbreak of lowlevel, non-meta criminals from CCPD headquarters, after Loki removed all the walls and cage doors.
When: On a clear December night, during the mistletoe mania.
Where: Downtown Central City
Content Warnings: Please keep the damage minimal and the takedowns non-lethal.
The Central City PD are located downtown, taking up a lot of valuable ground with a stupid architectural design that wastes as much space as it does money.
It's normally foreboding griege brutalism, but everything is looking a little Jetsons at the moment. The sections were the cells are? Don't have any damn walls left. Or cell bars. It looks like something out of the Jetsons - floating concrete and rebar discs for floors and roofs. Pipes spraying water out and up and everywhere because the walls are gone. Don't worry, you won't get shocked because all the wires are gone too.
Those inside the building will have to make do on emergency lights (if they're in an area that still has walls). The circuit is obviously so badly damage that it's stopped working - a too-smart-to-be-a-cop secretary very quickly realizes the danger of an electric file and trips all the breakers on purpose.
The prisoners? About a third of them immediately make a run for it. Another third move away from the open walls, but sit quietly with visible hands because this is crazy, suspicious shit and they are not going to make it worse on themselves. The rest wait to see how far the first runners get and begin peeling off in small groups in the next two minutes.
The missing walls and bars will reappear at dawn like nothing ever happened, but there’s no way of knowing that.
Tied Up
[He knows something went down - he can hear the sirens, and he is avoiding them - but it's still a surprise to come face-to-face with someone hung upside down from a street light, and a snarky comment. He looks around, finally spotting the speaker - well, that sure is a mask.]
Is this how you usually celebrate?
[It's not a challenge; right now, Huvrye is just trying to figure out what's going on here.]
[(Depending on where he was at the time, Jason might recognize Huvrye as the guy who put someone through a table during Descendant's opening week, then stuck around and offered to pay for said table.)]
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With Jason masked and his body language purposely unchanged, any signs of him recognizing Huvrye are hidden. With Descendant now open, it's more important than ever that he keeps his civilian and criminal vigilante identities as separate as possible]
Nah. This is just an extra special occasion. Did a little gift-wrapping for the cops.
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The cops-
[So about those sirens he's been avoiding-]
Wait, what happened?
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Somehow, the local jail's walls disappeared so some people decided to make a break for it.
[He's got some theories to how it happened but that's not really the focus for now]
I'm just helping with clean up.
Don't suppose you've seen people around?
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[Is this more of that weird magic stuff that seems to be a thing here? Because he can't think of any other reason the walls would disappear without being destroyed. (Unless they were destroyed and this guy is just being weird about it.)]
And the cops can't handle it?
[Generally speaking, Huvrye doesn't like police. Generally speaking, anyone who wants to work under or be like Baal is every bit as bad as he is.]
[But he sighs.]
No, but I haven't exactly been looking.
[A beat, and he nods to the side, towards open air.]
Need some recon?
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Couldn't hurt. You got the eyes for it? What's the catch?
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[He gestures offhandedly at the bound prisoner, then shrugs.]
I'm not doing anything else with my night.
[Though he'll never admit it, Huvrye is bored. He was made to be active and have endurance, and he's accustomed to being constantly on call - for the next mission, the next battle, the next disaster - and having nothing to do has started eating at him. He can only live in undirected luxury for so long before he starts craving some sort of action, and spending the night gliding around the city rounding up escaped prisoners sounds like it'll scratch that itch well enough. Plus, maybe the police will owe him a favor.]
[(Or maybe they'll just be pissed that some stranger did their jobs for them, which is also a bonus. Hard to see a downside here.)]
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Done this kinda thing before?
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[Orange jumpsuit he is. Some of them may slip through the cracks, or they might be caught by people with a little more experience than him. Either way, he rises a little higher in the air to get a better vantage point.]
Pick a direction.
[He'll follow this guy's lead for now, and if the mask turns out to be shady, he'll make his own decisions.]
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Saw a few flee west.
[Jason takes out his grappling gun and fires it to swing to the next rooftop]
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There - two o'clock.
[...that translates, right?]
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