[video]

[everyredcent]

[ meanwhile, back at the ranch...

the keijen blade concert was televised, for anyone curious to watch, although many of the failboaters had cautioned (including a sign taped to the TV by kat) to keep it on mute, lest they get brainwashed by blade's voice.

the cameras did not last through the entire thing, but what they did see was... disturbing. at one point, in the giant concert hall, a large glass pane lifted between blade and the audience, as he sang a taunting number, at the end of which, the ceiling split open pouring boiling hot lava onto the hundreds of concert attendees, who were boiled alive.   Some might know that they had friends away on that mission, friends who had said they were going to be in the crowd as back-up.  The last images broadcast before cuts to a live newcast trying to make sense of what was happening as the cameras melted seemed to confirm the deaths of anyone inside.  

The panicked reporters spoke of unusual sightings in the area, a horribly darkening sky above the concert hall.  Monsters appearing out of nowhere.  Chaos. 

Los Angeles is burning.  







Feel free to play out text or IC reactions to the broadcast here ]

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for will and cora

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles doesn't know how to process what he just saw. Lava pouring from the ceiling isn't something that actually happens in real life. And it definitely doesn't happen when real people he knows are in the audience. When the woman he loves is in the audience.

He texts her. When she doesn't respond within 5 seconds, he texts her again. And again.

Eventually, he texts Cora:]

Have you heard from Abigail? I'm on my way to Will's room to see if he knows anything.

[Annnnd there's a plaid blur bolting down the castle halls to head for Will's room. Stiles knocks on the door, breathing heavy and trying not to have a full on panic attack.]

[impetere]

[Cora's been calling Abigail for the past five minutes. Every time she does, it goes straight to voicemail. Every time, Abigail doesn't answer, and her hands are shaking at this point, desperate to hear anything from her best friend.

Each time, there's nothing.

Until there is something but it isn't Abigail, it's Stiles. It's Stiles saying he hasn't heard from her either.

Cora isn't very good at losing people, she never has been. She lost too many people to take it well, and the fact that her best friend may be dead, arguably the most important person in the world to her after Derek is just gone and she doesn't know what to do or even how to process it.

So she stumbles to her feet, idly, and heads in the direction of Will's room, slightly out of it and wobbly as she goes, but she'll get there eventually. Maybe Will's heard something.

Please let Will have heard something.]

open; single thread

[badexample]

[The moment the news hits the internet, Andrew springs into his version of action. He grabs his laptop and heads for the computer lab to set up shop. A lot of their people are at that concert. Figuring out who made it out of there seems like the most useful thing he can do from the castle.

He posts on the drakenet: DOING SOME DIGGING ON STATUS OF KNIGHTS AT BLADE CONCERT. ANY INFORMATION AND/OR HELP APPRECIATED.

He's doing his best to hack into security feeds, trying to track cell phones, cross checking different news stations to look for inconsistencies in their stories. He texts everyone on the mission, but doesn't expect to hear back from them anytime soon. Even if they all make it out alive, they'll have bigger things to worry about. But until he gets some answers, this is what he has to do.]

[hacker]

Thank god for social media, right? Better than security cameras.

[ she comes in and parks beside him as soon as he puts out the announcement, parking across from him at the table. ]

Do you have a bank of images of Knights? If I'm going to run the facial recognition software I've got across social media platforms, I'll need something to compare it against.

➙ malina ( open to people that live in the woods i guess?)

[druidisms]

[ once gus had gotten over his stress that felicity is a knight (SHE IS HIS BABY SISTER OK), they'd gotten into a system: text at the start, text at the end, text at home. it's worked for them, especially because home often came with a hug soon after if time and missions allowed.

gus has only gotten one of those texts, tonight.

he gives it about five minutes before he is walking out of the castle and into his section of the woods. yes, he has his own section for druid shit. he's getting his shit together in the small clearing when his phone chirps and he begrudgingly answers, recognizing malina's ringtone. ]

I'm outside.

[bredinthebone]

I'll be right there.

[Nothing smells right about this and to say Malina is on edge is an understatement. But Felicity was on that mission and if Gus is as tense as he's sounding, something is very wrong. So she makes her way outside, knowing exactly where to go.

She steps into the clearing and eyes the ingredients he's gathering carefully.]

What are you doing?

lila

[reallywicked]

You're safe, right?

Wynn didn't send you to that concert?

Are you home?

[bittersweeter]

I'm home, come over.

Obviously you're not dead. Anyone else?

& sam

[hacker]

[ when they come across a picture of rose on the stage, skye knows that it's her who has to go check in with sam. there's nothing from after — nothing to indicate one way or another if she's alive or dead — and the records of the knights' cell phones haven't finished updating.

no magic, not even the technical kind, is instantaneous.

she puts her laptop in sleep mode and slips out of the computer lab, heading instead for the library where she knows she'll find sam. it's where she always knew she could find sam. she just never wanted to look. ]

Hey.

[ it's stiff, to say the least. ]

[familybusiness]

[Sam looks like he's in a very bad way. There's books laid out in front of him filled with symbols reminiscent of the ones he saw during the concert broadcast, but they're mostly pushed aside. Instead of reading, he's got his phone clenched in his hand as he writes out eyet another text and presses send just in time to hear a familiar voice from behind him.

He turns to look at her, and any conflict between them is forgotten. He's too freaked out to care that it even happened, or about anything that's even happened since.]

Hey. Did...did you need something?

[text] & dean

[familybusiness]

Where are you? Answer me!

[It's not the first text he's sent today, and it's certainly not going to be the last if it goes unanswered. He's been texting and calling since the concert had gone sideways, and when he'd tried to contact either Rose or him, Sam had come up empty.

He had no idea what the hell happened to her, and Dean was nowhere to be found.

It's safe to say that Sam is Losing His Shit.]

[likedillinger]

on a plane leaving LA

we're alive. not everybody's so lucky.

& cisco

[supertardiness]

[Barry hadn't needed to hear the concert for the chilling visuals to have their effect. He's never encountered Blade before, nor did he know much about the mission at hand, but it's horrific enough to almost have him wish he had been.

Maybe he would have been able to save more of them. Maybe he could have stopped it.

Maybe he would have melted to death with the rest of them.

Still, his eyes stay transfixed on the screen until his phone buzzes, and he glances down to see a text from Cisco, asking if he was okay.]

Yeah, I'm here in the castle. I wasn't on the mission. You?

[picksthenames]

you know im here. in the computer lab trying to help. somehow.

this all feels so big, Bar.

➙ alex, astrid, emma

[bittersweeter]

[ lila copy/pastes the same text for ease of relaying that the message is from both her and faye: ]

Are you alive? Asking for me and Faye.

[pathology]

yes! WHAT THE FUCK

[ambitionist]

yes for you, may i rest in peace for faye

stop making that face i'm fucking joking

Hook, Gold, Sebastian, Rose

[reallywicked]

[check in textssss. Feel free to thread or tell me if handwaving is preferred. I'm good with both.]

Hey, you alive?

[littledhampir]

[ The thing about Rose? She sucks at phones. The only reason she started trying to get better at carrying one with her on the flight home, was so she could check in with Dean. Only... Dean is with her.

Suffice to say it's a while before Rose even thinks to grab the damn thing, so. Sorry about that Faye. ]

Currently
Still gotta make it through the flight

@ Lila

[doubletake]

[She isn't going to be able to check on her in person, so...]

Please tell me you're not in Los Angeles.

[bittersweeter]

[ hey hey hey she doesn't live in the castle they could have a slumber party ]

Safe and sound in dreary central London. You're obv not dead.

Sam

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen has been checking on... Well, everyone. She's also doing her best to keep the castle as calm as possible. She's checked in with all the sect leaders that she could find and let them know that she's available for anything they need.

Basically she's trying to mother an entire castle at once. No big deal.

She's moving quickly through the halls when she spots a familiar face from the Hoard.]

Sam! Oh, thank god you're alright. [There's a hug incoming. She's giving a lot of these out.]

[familybusiness]

[Thankfully, Sam is better with hugs than his brother is, generally.

He returns it easily, glad to see that she's okay.]

You too, Helen. [He gives her a gentle squeeze, crouching down slightly from his tall height before he releases her. He can bet there's someone else she's checked on.] It took them forever, but I heard from Dean. He and Rose are alive and one their way back.

dennis-gatewood baby time

[badexample]

[It's definitely not a great time for this to be happening. In fact, it might be the absolute worst time, but babies straight up don't give a fuck. So here the Dennis-Gatewood parents-to-be come, Andrew pushing his very pregnant wife into the Light wing in a rolling office chair.]

We're here! [He exclaims, as if everyone already knows what's going on.]

[silvermaid]

[ ana is already waiting, wiping her hands clean in a basin that she's frantically set up. ] Right over here, I'll help you get on the bed. [ she speaks in as soothing of a tone as she can, but she's not oblivious to what's going on outside these walls either, and the strain is evident ]

& henry

[impetere]

[By the time she is alone again, after she and Stiles have gone their separate ways, she goes back to the empty room where her dog is waiting, and the room feels too empty all the same. The room is covered in touches of Abigail, the way she'd helped her decorate, the things that they'd brought each other back from trips and missions - there were moments where this had been their room more than it'd been just hers.

She stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what she's going to do, before she glances down at her phone again, before pulling it up and beginning a text to her boyfriend:]

Where are you?

& liam

[pathology]

[i mean they probably actually had ... a couple dates right??? wibbly wobbly handwavy time. but astrid has the attention span of a gnat. even for people she actually likes. anyway this text goes through some rough drafts.]

hey liam what's up

how about la right

I ALMOST DIED

hey liam all the like death and stuff made me think of you. not because it's death and stuff, i was just worried. about you. 😭 😨 so text me ok 🖤

[driveangry]

[ totally. WAVES HANDS ]

the king wouldn't let me go along and now LA's on fire.

i'm pissed, but alive.

& Helen

[nothingsodivine]

[Pretend like this was back when everything first went down, and I'm not garbage.]

You okay?

[daredtobelieve]

Safe as houses in London. Trying to help out where I can. What about you? Anything important you need stitched back on?

private ♔ to clark

[loisfuckinglane]

are you seeing all this?

[clarkfuckingkent]

It's all over the news. What have you heard?

[Lois digs up plenty of info all on her own. And Clark knows very little about what's going on. He's mostly just been bracing himself for another castle attack.]