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Logfile from SamingaMU.

The day of the maiden voyage of the Southern Star is one of optimistic celebration. Many of the families of the area have been given a steady paycheck building the rail, and a number of them have been promised continuing employment as maintenance, while other companies are hiring in anticipation of increased traffic. So, all of downtown has the air of a festival. Here, near the station, a grand pavilion has been erected, and members of the city council and chamber of commerce have been giving speeches...most people are more interested in the sellers of food and beer that have set up smaller stalls wherever there's free space. In one corner, the Shriners are raising money for the Children's Hospital Fund, and in another, a makeshift farmer's market has been set up with homemade crafts and produce.

Amy has a small stand over in the farmer's market, where she has a number of small clay bowls and flower vases sitting out for purchase. She's watching the crowd closely, but chatting pleasantly with everyone who stops in.
Marjorie is wandering around, smiling at people she knows and occasionally stopping to have a brief chat. She's bought a corn cob on a stick and is munching on it slowly.

Harris passes through some of the crowd, nursing a beer and pretzel. He grins amiacably at some of the people he passes, especially his "regulars." His above-average bulk leads to a few "excuse mes" as he heads towards the grand pavilion.

Thomas is moving away from the grand pavilion, his head down as he scowls and flips through copious notes taken on a small pad. He doesn't really seem to be paying much attention to where he's going at the moment.

The crowds are enthusiastic and friendly; Amy finds herself making a couple of different sales very easily. Kids run and dodge through the crowds, avoiding Harris' bulk and Thomas' preoccupation with ease, among others. Over near the Pavilion, there's a small crowd of reporters and their retinues, currently presided over by Felicia Masters, a roving news reporter from Greenville that's a semi-familiar face to local television news watchers. The small town press corps (all three of them) seem intimidated by her, and give way as she waves her cameraman forward to get a better shot of the VIPs.

[[OOC]] Harris btw, is a somewhat bulky guy. The kind that has a beer gut, but does weights. The kind that loves Hungry Man meals.
[[OOC]] The Conductor grins.

Marjorie heads over to the press, interested to hear what the reporters are going to ask.

[[OOC]] Amy is a grey-haired, stern-faced woman in her sixties or seventies, dressed in terribly plain clothing.
[[OOC]] Marjorie says "Marjorie is a fit black woman with freckles. Cute but not pretty, wearing a t-shirt and jeans."
[[OOC]] Thomas is very late 30s typical white male, dressed casually in slacks and a shirt, a tan long coat that looks like it's never seen use.
[[OOC]] Thomas has to run real quick to get the better half from the transit station. Be back in about 15 min. Many thousands of apologies afendi
[[OOC]] Amy says "Thomas will just be really, really preoccupied?"
[[OOC]] Thomas will stop out of the way somewhere and seem to engrossed in his notes to notice anything else. 8)

Harris nudges into Thomas a little, politely spilling his beer in a different as he brushes shoulders. "Sorry 'bout that," he says and grins quickly. His attention quickly returns pavilion as he takes a chunk out of his pretzel.

Felicia Masters is an attractive woman in her mid thirties, just old enough to where you have to start fighting really /hard/ to remain on camera (without an award or plastic surgery), and it's clear from her manner that she's used to the battle. She glares at one poor soul wearing the emblem of KPWT, a local news radio station, causing the fellow to stutter to a halt, and launches into the silence with a question of her own, "Mr. Jones, what is the city council expecting from this one train? Do you really believe that a commercial commuter train can be supported by Lovell and the surrounding area?"

"Of course, Miss Masters. It won't be just Lovell, but several of the small towns...but we will be the first! Lovell has been offered the opportunity to lead the Lakelands into a new era, and we intend to take it!" He flashes a professionally optimistic smile at the camera and the masses.

Marjorie crosses her arms over her chest and listens intently.

Amy remains at her table, mostly, listening with half-an-ear.

Harris gulps from his beer and checks the time on his watch.

[[OOC]] Harris also hopes this is a place that respects the 2nd Amendment :D

At the station, an LED screen suddenly lights up, displaying the words: "Southern Star Line 1...Next Train Arrives in: 1 min...Please Prepare For Boarding..." And the motion of the crowd suddenly surges towards the tracks, towards several prepared viewing areas. In the distance, a glimmer can be seen; at a top speed of 150mph, this little flash soon resolves itself into a train, racing towards the town...a better view is displayed on several monitors; it's a shining, Art Deco thing of silver and bright gold.

[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Depends on whose trying to exercise it, and under what circumstances. :P"

Amy quietly hmphs at the shiny Art Deco train.

[[OOC]] Harris says "A man has a right to defend his property and himself... with a .44 revolver under the counter (or maybe concealed :)"

Marjorie ooohs along with the crowd, and heads over to the tracks herself.
Harris grunts in approval at the Train of the Gods. He looks about the crowd for their reactions and then return his attention to the train.

Mr. Jones looks slightly put out at having his press conference usurped by something as trivial as the actual subject of the discussion, but recovers quickly as a weedy, bespectacled young man stands up along with two older businessmen. They all turn to watch the train with eager eyes. "Lovell, I give you...the Southern Star," proclaims Jones.

And...it all happens so /fast/. The train is slowing towards the station, but still going fast...so fast. And then it bucks, like an unruly horse refusing a jump. Then it DOES jump, and the world suddenly becomes very, very bad as the first carriage twists and falls, its momentum sending it spinning into the downtown area, tearing through everything in its path. Screams, metallic and human, start to rise, and there are chunks flying everywhere as the crowd begins to panic.

[[OOC]] Harris says "I wonder if we can return that gift."
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "I think the return policy specifies 'undamaged'."

Amy whispers, softly, "Oh, God above," and then she's pushing out from behind the table, making her way towards the wreck, trying to get through the throngs of people.

Marjorie's eyes go wide, and she makes the sign of the cross in front of her chest before pushing against the crowd, wriggling through it towards what remains of the train, trying to spot anyone still alive on it.

Harris spits out his beer and pretzel, tosses the remains blindly, and fake-curses, like you do at the church picnic. "God in Heaven, what i' this?!" He pushes against the crowd as best he can, doing an impression of the Mountain That Walks.

The angels find themselves fighting the current, as the throngs of people are trying to get as far /away/ as possible. There are still hideous sounds of mechanical stress coming from the area of the station, but smoke and dust are obscuring the area very quickly. Faces and forms emerge with shocked suddenness from the clouds, many of them streaked with bright red, and most bearing wounds of some sort...and more looks to follow as a few wounded are knocked down by those fleeing. The grand Pavilion is untouched...but also empty, as all the VIPs are hustled away. The reporters are going /crazy/, disregarding life and limb to try and interview people, while those from the written press are on their cell phones, dictating rapid fire.

[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Perception rolls everyone, please."
[[OOC]] Harris forgets how that works :)
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "+roll/in and your target is your Perception or less. :D"
[[DICE]] Marjorie rolls the d666 and gets 1 4 CHECK: 3.
[[OOC]] Marjorie says "A winnar is me."
[[DICE]] Amy rolls the d666 and gets 3 2 CHECK: 6.
[[OOC]] Harris dohs, realizes his sheet is wrong. per/will should be 6/6
[[OOC]] Amy says "Ah, HELL yeah."
[[OOC]] The Conductor makes a note!
[[OOC]] Harris says "Oh wait, not it shouldn't."
[[OOC]] Harris just can't read :)
[[OOC]] The Conductor erases the note!
[[DICE]] Harris rolls the d666 and gets 4 3 CHECK: 5.
[[OOC]] Harris mixe up precision and perception for some reason.

There's something slightly off about the way the dust and smoke are just /blanketing/ the area, so quickly. It's just odd.

[[OOC]] Thomas returns.

"That is not /right/," Marjorie breathes. "Someone's /doing/ that."

[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Hi! We broke stuff."
[[OOC]] Thomas says "So I see."

As she gets closer to the train, Marjorie can hear cries and weeping that appear to come from the twisted metal that was once the first carriage. /Someone's/ alive in there.

[[OOC]] Thomas rolls his perception as requested, if a little late.
[[DICE]] Thomas rolls the d666 and gets 3 1 CHECK: 4.
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Yay! You notice it too. The dust and smoke are just behaving.../odd/."

Amy draws up to a stop -- instead of surging to the crowd, she turns to try and calm the throngs, directing them. "This way, people, come on, let's slow it down, come on, this way," wielding the Grandmother's Voice in the hopes of preventing anyone from being trampled...

[[OOC]] The Conductor giggles.

Harris coughs, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and marches forward, peering about the dust and wreckage. He takes a moment to stare upwards for anything unusual and then continue on.

Amy finds people are /very/ willing to listen to ANYONE, particularly someone who has the air of Grandmother. She's able to direct the crowds in a more orderly flow. In the distance, but approaching rapidly, there are sirens.

"HEY!" Marjorie yells. "Someone's still in there!" She gets as close to the train as she can, trying to see. "Hey, hey, it's okay, you're okay, we're going to get you out. Can you hear me?"

There's nothing overtly unusual above the screen of dust. It's a little thin as it rises, as if more of it is staying here on the ground than Harris might figure. At the train, the sobbing stops for a moment, then a woman's voice calls back, shaky, "We're here! Do you hear us?" and then trails off into coughing.
Thomas had looked up when the train was first heard, and watched the whole event unravel as if in slow motion. His expression would best be described as gobsmacked. Stuffing the notepad in his pocket he moves through the throng of people towards the wreckage.

Thomas pages: Uhh.. since I know the Celestial song of Shield, would this look at all familiar to me?

Amy continues to try to manage the crowd.

Thomas finds himself impeded by the sudden thrust of a microphone in his face. Felicia Masters watches him with gleaming eyes. "Sir! Can I get your response on this terrible tragedy?"

You paged Thomas with 'Why...yes.'.

Harris turns back to the train at the woman's voice and stomps forward. "Hey there, I hear you," he shouts. "Keep callin' out and we'll find ya!"

Amy's in a better position to see as the first police cars arrive on the scene, and the officers hop out to join the few that were working security on the event, joining her in directing and calming the crowd.

"Yeah, we hear you, honey, we're going to get you out," Marjorie says. She casts around for something she could use to lever the doors open, or the metal out of the way, or otherwise get access.

Thomas stops some distance from the wreck, as if surveying the whole scene. He narrows his gaze and looks carefully around, not just at the wreck, but the surrounding area.

"Please!" The woman shouts from the train, and a couple of other voices feebly echo the cry, "We're here! Please hurry!" And Marjorie notices a long, twisted piece of metal that was probably a railing. That'd wedge the door open, with enough strength behind it.

It's damn well /going/ to wedge the door open, if Marjorie has anything to do with it. She puts her full weight into the effort.

Felicia Masters maneuvers herself around to where she's squarely blocking Thomas' view, and says to the camera in a hushed voice, "This poor man is completely shocked by the horrible events of the day. He has to be asking himself, what kind of incompetence could have caused such horrible events? Who is to blame for this tragedy?"

[[OOC]] Harris no like that Masters woman.
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Whaaaaat?"
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Marjorie, Strength roll please."
[[DICE]] Marjorie rolls the d666 and gets 5 4 CHECK: 3.
[[OOC]] Marjorie is not winnar this time.
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "It's /stuck/ really tight. You may need some help with this one."

Harris shouts out to Marjorie, "Lemme toss my weight in with ya. We gotta get that door open." He jogs over to her as best he can through the rubble.
An officer approaches Amy, touching his hat in respect...yeah, she remembers when Stephen Moore was a snot nosed little kid trying to lie his way out of egging people's mailbox. "Are you okay, ma'am?"

Thomas pages: Can I attempt to detect any disturbance in the Symphony, since I seem to be inside the shield?

Marjorie waves Harris over, gratefully.

You paged Thomas with 'All Disturbance is delayed until the Shield has run its course.'.

Thomas pages: kk

Harris rubs the sweat and grease off of his hands onto his pants, then grabs ahold of the bar in an appropriate location. "Alrighty, on the count of three, we put your muscle and my weight into this thing."

Marjorie nods, grits her teeth, and counts. "One, two, /three/-!"

Working together, the two angels easily pry the door open (or, really, off its hinges, but everyone is too busy to be noticing right now), and reveal the smoky confines of the carriage. And, about this time, there's a HIDEOUS, rolling screech of WRONG in the Symphony, as at least four human deaths and massive property damage by unnatural means make their presence known...and the dust and smoke begin to rapidly disperse into natural patterns.

[[DICE]] The Conductor rolls the d666 and gets 2 4 CHECK: 4.
[[OOC]] Harris says "This is bad, Jim."
[[OOC]] Amy says "Do we have to roll for that, or anything?"
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Nope. A /Remnant/ could hear this."

Thomas's gaze stops looking around and fixes on Felicia, a bemused expression crossing his face, "Ms Masters, as an esteemed member of the press, I'm surprised that you would guess at my thoughts out loud. Wouldn't it be better journalism to ask me first?" He smiles pleasantly then moves off quickly to see what assistance he can be to the rescue efforts.

[[OOC]] Amy says "...It's Kansas City, All Over Again!"

Marjorie stifles a sound of shocked pain, and decides that she can deal with that in a second, there might be people still alive in here, and ducks inside the train car.

Amy nods, slowly. "I am, Stephen -- but there's some who ain't..." She stiffens at the Disturbance, blinking. "Some who ain't. Where's the ambulances? We're gonna need some doctors."

Ms. Masters looked shocked, shocked I tell you, to find leading questions in this establishment. Actually, she more just looks shocked, and two fingers go up to her forehead as she frowns quickly. She recovers in a moment, though, and waves to her cameraman to cut the feed, "Let's try the ambulances. We'll get good footage there."

Harris shudders for a moment, then swears like a drunken pastor. He comes to a bit as Marjorie ducks inside, then followers after her carefully. "Hey, ya be careful in here. This thing could still fall apart."

[[OOC]] Thomas may come to regret stomping on the lovely Ms. Masters. *chuckles*
[[OOC]] Amy says "Is she Evil, or just a hyena?"

The inside of the train car is still choked with smoke and the smell of scorched metal. There are...at least three dead in here, and it looks like several who might /get/ that way real quick if they aren't helped. At the midpoint of the car, a woman, her face already swelling and scored, raises a hand, "Here! Here we are!"

[[OOC]] Marjorie says "Is that the smell of Media in the room, Ms. Masters?"
[[OOC]] The Conductor snickers.
[[OOC]] Harris says "That's Chanel No. 5"
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Same thing, innit? :D"

Marjorie heads straight for the woman, reaching to help her to her feet. "It's okay. The police are outside and ambulances are on the way. Can you walk?"

[[OOC]] Marjorie says "... so, indulge my ignorance here. If there's Large Amounts of Distubance Already ... are small disturbances disguised?"
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Actually, all new Disturbances will repeat the whole damned thing, /plus/ the new Disturbance, until they have a chance to completely fade."
[[OOC]] Amy says "So we'll be amplifying over and over and over again, and making a truly Godawful noise, no Pun intended, which ..."
[[OOC]] Amy says "Where's the Tether in relation to all this?"
[[OOC]] Marjorie says "Ew. Forget Songs of Healing, then."
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "On the other side of town...although, the town being what it is, that's about ten blocks. Elisha is probably NOT HAPPY at this moment."
[[OOC]] Amy nods.

The woman rises on wobbly, scratched up, knees. After a moment, her feet decide to hold her, and she nods. "Y-yes, I can stand. Oh god..."

Marjorie wraps an arm around the woman and helps direct her /out/ of the train.
Stephen points towards the town square. "That's as close as we could get 'em, ma'am. The roads were blocked, and all the people..." his voice is haunted. This is /not/ what a small-town police officer expects of a bright Saturday afternoon.

Harris covers his mouth and nose with his handkerchief again and starts looking at the wounded. "Darn and darn, I shoulda taken that CPR course at the Y." He looks up at Marjorie. "You got her okay? I don't wanna move or touch these other folks too much."

[[OOC]] Harris shakes a fist at whoever did this, Ms. Masters.

And so starts the evacuation of the train. By the time Marjorie and the woman reach the entrance, there are several other volunteers standing with Harris, eager to help get people out. As the initial panic fades, the people left leap to try and help their neighbors and friends. All they can really do for some of them, of course, is put their coats over the wounded and /be/ there, warm and caring voices while the rescue teams make it this way.

Thomas finally reaches the now open door to the car the rest had moved into and sticks his head inside, "Need another set of hands in here?"

Amy sighs heavily at Stephen. "Then we gotta start makin' way for 'em, and directin' the people who CAN walk that way, don't you think?" She looks towards the trainwreck. "I reckon there'll be more than a few who won't be able to walk to the square." Shaking her head, she claps Stephen on the shoulder. "Be strong, Stephen. We've got folks who'll need us." She points towards the crowd.

[[OOC]] The Conductor | Felicia blinks her baby blues. "Who? ME? You think I would do something so...horrible...and...sure to garner high ratings?"
[[OOC]] Amy is almost persuaded that she's NOT behind it only because she's so damn unsubtle. :P
[[OOC]] Marjorie says "She could be /desperate/ Media!"
[[OOC]] Amy says "There's NOTHING sadder than Desperate Media."

Harris is willing to lend his bulk and strength to whoever needs it and explains that he doesn't have the medical training to do anything without supervision.

[[OOC]] Harris says "See, she knows you wouldn't suspect her because she's so unsubtle."

"Yes, yes ma'am," Stephen says, seeming to buck up a bit. And so the business of helping people really gets underway, both at the train, and in the other areas; several people were knocked down or trampled, and there's several dozen who have wounds requiring hospitalization. For the next thirty minutes, the angels are drafted--along with other community members--into various tasks and labor. And then higher powers arrive on the scene, and gently suggest that the civvies need to go home and have nice, calming cups of tea.

[[OOC]] Harris says "Tea fixes everything."
[[OOC]] Amy says "...possibly with a shot of Jack or Jim in 'em."
[[OOC]] Harris says "SoCo for my taste."
[[OOC]] The Conductor says "Or several shots."
[[OOC]] Amy is honestly a Woodford / Old Forester kinda guy himself, but hey, not everyone lives in Bourbon Country.
[[OOC]] Harris hee.

Amy goes off to collect her table and such and head for home, because surely at least one of the grandkids is calling by now.
Sadly, much of the table has been...well, clay pottery, however strong, is only built to accept so much stress. Shards litter the area. The table's still intact, though.

Marjorie heads, herself, to her church. It's maybe not where she lives, but it's definitely home, and she'd rather talk to God than have tea, at least just yet.
Thomas moves off away from the wreck and returns to looking around, this time he moves around the perimeter of the mess, looking for the unusual. His hand reaches into a pocket and pulls out the notepad, on which he begins writing as he walks.

Harris makes some quick small talk with some friends before heading over to Jeff's, because he knows the gossip will be coming quick and fast and every theory under the sun will be going.

[[OOC]] Harris hee.
[[DICE]] The Conductor rolls the d666 and gets 3 2 CHECK: 2.

There's not much unusual around the perimeter; it looks like a disaster area /should/ look...perhaps someone with more engineering or architecture skills could tell more, but nothing leaps out at Thomas.

Amy sighs, and collects her table. "I'll make 'em better next time," she say with a shrug, before starting to pack up her car.

Thomas shakes his head, but takes notes anyways. You never know when it might come in handy after all. With a heavy sigh, he turns away from the wreckage and heads for home, a strong cup of something is in order.

In Nomine: Southern Star (Session 1)

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