As the day drags on, the summer heat begins to feel more oppressive. Everything moves a bit more slowly, as if carrying a heavier burden than usual. The bustling city manages to seem almost still and quiet, sounds muffled slightly, barely managing to reach your ears through the thick humid medium of the air. Only as if from a great distance can you hear the voice - the officious, articulated voice of a media announcer, coming from a radio or TV somewhere nearby - talking about, of all things, the weather.
"... has now issued a hurricane watch - I'm sorry, a hurricane warning
across the entire island. Experts say that this storm arose with unprecedented speed and, according to satellite imagery, may still be expanding. Residents are advised to ..."
The sky pulls your attention away from the broadcaster's voice. In the time it took to listen to a brief snippet of news, a dark mass of clouds have covered the sky. Then comes the wind, building up incredibly quickly from the hint of a gust to a shrieking banshee's wail that tears through the streets, picking up anything that isn't nailed down and hurling it around with careless abandon. Then comes the rain, pouring from the sky like someone opened a faucet. Then comes the chaos and screams of people scrambling for shelter.
OOC wrote:While the storm is going on, everyone outside has movement speed reduced by 2 rank, acrobatics or athletics check DC 20 to reduce this to 1 rank; perception checks are at -5 and everything is Partially Concealed to visual and auditory senses.
The beach is inundated in moments as the storm sweeps the ocean towards land. Through the driving rain James can make out his grandson grabbing the arm of one of the college girls and pulling her up the beach. Kim, he vaguely remembers, was somewhere further up - safe for the moment, but maybe not for much longer. Down in the water, several swimmers are visible, tossed helplessly to and fro in the suddenly violent waves. Further out to sea, he thinks he can see a huge wave building in height as it sweeps towards land.
OOC wrote:Have a hero point for the threat to family.
The docks are almost instantly covered in water and as slippery as ice. The deck of the ship from which she just disembarked pitches visibly. Ronni thinks she sees an elderly woman and two other - no, make that three - passengers stumble hard against the guardrail, then flip over the side to plunge into the water below. Then she's surrounded by a herd of panicked tourists rushing for land. In the press of bodies she can no longer see the passengers who fell, or barely even move for that matter.Vulcan
Miles is in a taxi on the way to his hotel when the storm hits. Moments after the news broadcast comes in over the taxi's radio, sheets of rain are sweeping across the streets that have suddenly become as dark as twilight. Miles's taxi driver, young and inexperienced, slams on the brakes, just about the worst thing to do in this situation. The car skids wildly and slams into a lamppost. Miles is unhurt, but the driver appears knocked cold. A loud honk draws Miles's attention: through the driving rain, he can make out a cargo truck bearing down on them, apparently also skidding. Impact is moments away.
OOC wrote:Have a hero point for the immediate threat to your personal safety.
Thor's relaxation is rudely broken by the tadio announcement and the wind and rain that follows quickly on its heels. The few other hotel guests that were in the pool manage to make it to the side and out of the water without a problem, and those that were on their side, though in a near-panic, are too few to be dangerous to each other. Then Thor hears a loud crash, metal against metal, from somewhere near the front of the hotel. He can't see what's happening from where he is, but from the yelling it sounds like there's been an accident.
OOC wrote:Thor, you're in the same place as Vulcan - the accident I refer to is described above, so you can make use of that description if you somehow get there.