Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin.

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: The City
What: Bad Blood causes cruorvore frenzy
Where: Mostly Mafaton
When: Nighttime
Notes: Everybody is welcome, please coordinate in OOC post. If you wish to make your own post, that is fine too.
Warnings:There may be gore.

This delivery of blood has been a long time coming. It's been the talk of Mafaton. A lot of people - cruorvores and curious civilians alike - have gathered around the set-up which is not unlike an outdoors soup kitchen.

The troubles do not start right away. Hours pass before anyone realizes something is amiss, and then everything goes wrong. Howls and wordless cries of terror echo between the walls of the neighbourhood. A woman shouts for the blood giving to be shut down, that there is something wrong. The crowd begin to panic.

Comments

[wandandsickle]

The announcement of the blood distribution brings a certain amount of relief to some non-cruorvores; Jones in particular having amassed a good number of vampire friends, is grateful for their sake.

It is turning to the late hours of the night, but she and Brie are both used to keeping odd hours, and Rosa had said she might come 'round after dropping by Mafaton. Jones is nestled in a chair with a book when the knock on the door comes.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[Not long after the action had kicked off, Asbjørn had noticed some trouble in the direction of Howl Market and had gone looking, only to find that he wasn't the only ursine-like thing in the neighbourhood. (http://multiversal.livejournal.com/53905.html?thread=2885777#t2885777) Which was...complicated, to say the least. Extreme fear, anger and stress aren't a good combination for anyone. Add in werebear particulars and he was lucky enough to get most of his clothes off before he started to shift.]

[He wasn't used to fighting. Sure, there had been that time with the vampires in Copenhagen, a few scuffles on the ice plains, nothing serious. But for the past however long, he had been going at it tooth and claw. It was beginning to show.]

[paramedicated.livejournal.com]

News is slow getting out to the farms; what gets out there is rumours but the rumours sounded very familiar, they sounded bad. Malcolm's just started to regain body-fat and the ability to sleep at night from the last time rumours of segregation started trickling close enough to his sheltered ears to hear it. He'd prefer it not go as far here as it did back home so he signs off on the end of his medic contract and heads back to the city.

He arrives in the Mafaton area just as the crowds change from murmured interest to panic.

[gramarye]

Not much is happening in Wolfgang's neighbourhood, so much so that he might have missed this entirely if he hadn't decided to check the Network. There's little else he can do at midnight, after all -- sleep is out of the question. Messages start trickling in not long after the trouble starts -- reports of violence in the streets, which a rational person would take as a good reason to stay inside right now. Wolfgang is not a rational person and his immediate thought is people might get hurt; I can help.

He leaves his apartment armed with his hair tied out of his face and holding the only pseudo-weapon he has available, a broken chair leg the former tenants thoughtfully left behind. He'd feel more comfortable with a gun or a knife or something, but that's not an option. He brings his CiD, too, showing people he encounters along the way the messages being posted -- most people have the common sense to get inside upon hearing that something bad is going down. People are still out this time of night; the city seems to have a lot of establishments that only run at night, or else are open 24 hours.

On his way towards Mafaton, he's stopped by a series of alarming noises -- those same howls and shrieks he'd heard in other people's broadcasts. It sounds very close and, without even thinking about it (stupid, stupid, stupid, what are you going to do, swat them to death?) he runs in that direction.