[Cap' is in full armor, including his very slightly ridiculous helmet, complete with the painted-on headwings. He's inside of the walled safe zone. There are some people milling about but not too many...yet.]

This is Captain America. I've taken a look over the walled-in zone provided by the deities, and other than it being kind of cramped, I'm pretty secure in saying it's safer than the desert outside.

If you need an escort in, I'd be happy to come out and find you. There are lines inside to get somewhere, and they're getting longer by the hour.

][ AUDIO | Glass City

[Starts with a strange sound, a crackle or a tear maybe, masked by a burst of static.]

Heywaitwhere--

[Running over sand isn't very easy-- the unsteady surface giving way slows him down as much as anyone else. Running over glass, going is a little easier, but stopping...]

Whathappenedtoallthe--

There's a loud, resounding crash and shatter, the tinkle of shards spraying all over the place as he doesn't quite vault a park bench in time, followed by a heavy thud and much closer crack of plastic as he (and the device in his pocket) hits the ground.]

--sand?


[ooc; broke the speed limit, now laying somewhere on his bruised and confused butt. Open to action if one person would like to find him, network otherwise <3]

[There's a boy on the feed crouching down in the desert area (exploring, really, outside near the safe zone), but he quickly presses a finger to his lips-- sshhhhh.]

[A shift in the picture and it focuses on two large spiderthings just up ahead, skittering about on the sand and... is that a piece of bread they're furiously attacking?]


... Huh, I think I may have accidentally found some new pets, after a failed attack. I was kind of thinking Killer and Cupcake, but those don't seem like very "spider"-y names.

[100% failed filter to Tyr]

[She thought she put a filter on, but in her state, she didn’t quite press the right buttons and this video gets broadcast to everyone.]

Tyr…

[Her voice is unstable, tears and sand streamed all over her face as she sniffs while letting out a few uncontrollable sobs. She’s trying to be strong for him, but it’s hard at this moment when it takes all of her energy to move, and her throat is tight and dry, making it difficult and painful to speak.]

Rita is…

[She can’t even complete the sentence before she starts crying again as she puts her hand over her mouth, accidentally inhaling some sand as she coughs.]

Rita is dead… it’s my fault… I should have been there.

[That’s all she can say before she ends the feed, unable to really face him and the guilt she feels for letting this happen.]

((ooc: confirmation of Rita's death from this post))

[Karl isn't happy.]

[In fact, crouched near the eviscerated remains of a sand-worm, he is downright pissed-off. And downright filthy. His hair is greasy, skin a mass of cuts and bruises. His tuxedo coat is gone, as is most of his shirt, and his trousers look... half-dissolved. As if he was being digested in something's belly.]

[Well. He kinda was.]

[Several of Karl's red spikes stick out from the sand-worm's twitching body. Scowling, he grips one spike in both gunk-covered hands—and pulls. There is a noise like slime backing up in a drain. Teeth gritted, he tears the spike out, spattering more grunge everywhere—and jams it back in. At his feet, the sand-worm convulses wildly—then slumps.]

[Muttering, Karl backs away. His hands are torn and red. But as he uses one to wipe the sludge off his face, the cuts are already healing.]

I've changed my mind. This desert is repulsive. These monsters are repulsive. THIS CITY IS REPULSIVE!

[Getting eaten sure spoils a guy's mood. In the hot sunlight, Karl's shockingly white skin is lobster-red with sunburn. He tries to slap away the sand sticking everywhere. No success.]

Damn this sand! Damn this heat! DAMN THIS CURSE!

[In a fit of temper, he kicks the dead sand-worm. Slips in a pool of its blood. And lands flat on his rear-end.]

Ughhh!

[Wild-eyed, he snatches up his network device.]

A message for the 'Dieties'. Couldn't you at least create monsters that tasted good? Not bitter and cold, like that one?! It'll take days to get that taste out of my mouth!

[Glowering, he spits.]

It's been six days. I'm tired of this pointless wilderness. I'm tired of the infernal sunlight. And most of all, I'm tired of this damned SAND always chafing my—[He clenches his teeth.]—my legs.

[Aaand everything in between. Letting the device drop, Karl returns to dusting the sand off. Good luck, buddy. There's plenty more where that came from.]


[OOC: Have a regurgitated, very sandy, very mad vampire, City! Come bug him (or offer him a change of clothes. He doesn't do the tanning thing too well :|b )The post is open for anything! Video/Voice/Text/Action!]

[The audio output from Chase's device clicks and rattles. To anyone on the desert side, occasional word-endings are lost in the background noise. Glass city dwellers might make out every third word.]

Odd, I don't remember joining Médecins Sans Frontières.

Calling it a fort lends it too much grandeur. There's a refugee camp out towards the edge of the city, some kind of Checkpoint Charlie set up behind it. It's cramped, it's hot, keeps some of the monsters out and none of the sand.

It's better than the desert.

[The rattling speakers give way to a rattling cough.]

The hospital finally caved in on itself this morning. Anyone who was helping evacuate patients, we're done. Nothing to go back for now. Anyone who stopped by to turn the place over without picking anyone up: lets hope you don't need help using that equipment.

Tried to get through to me? Try again. Apparently rewiring the device screws with your voicemail. I'd like to speak to someone who can tell me about the other city.

In the meantime... I'm on call.



[Locked to House + Wilson]

Where are you.

[To anyone in the Glass City, this post will be full of static and stalling and generally difficult to completely make out. Rita's in the shade of some rocks, wiping sweat out of her eyes.]

Okay. Monsters I can deal with. But it's hot...And-

[She cuts herself off as there's a scraping noise overhead, and immediately smirks at some kind of lizard-like monster.]

Hmph! Another one? You don't know when to stop messing with me!

[She steps back, preparing to cast a spell-

And then the golden choker around her neck abruptly disintegrates into sand. Rita freezes and stares in silent shock at the sand that trickles down her clothing. Her blastia--her source of magic--just disappeared, and so did pretty much all her ability to defend herself along with it.]

You're...you're kidding me--this can't-

[There's more scraping, several low hissing noises, and the video blurs as Rita spins to see more of the large lizards surrounding her. Her voice is much less confident now as she shouts at them.]

No! Get out! Get away from me!

Stop-!

[And then it cuts out.]

[ooc: Rita might answer a reply or two, but she will be dying. :|b (Confirmation from Estelle!)]

This is getting ridiculous. I have sand in my hair. I have sand in my teeth. The bugs I've been seeing are freaking huge, too. I just killed a spider bigger than my damn head.

While we wait for the so called Deities to fix their shit, does anyone need any help?

Jack's gone.

I thought at first maybe he was just in the desert version of the City or whatever that is, but... I don't know, I just had this... feeling so I went to the Hall of the Missing and there it was.

Don't bother looking for it yourself, I kind of... well, everything here is so damned fragile, it's ridiculous.

Anyway... just wanted to let people know.

If anyone needs me I'll be at the house. Probably breaking more stupid glass things.