2019.07.05 Plot: Power Plant Panic!

Power Plant Panic!
The Terror Squad steals some uniforms from a power plant.
IC Date	July 5, 2019
IC Time	Night
Players	Davidson, Jimmy (Ratkin), Harvey, Adrien(ST)
Location	Prospect Power and Energy
Spheres
Theme Song	https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KThlYHfIVa8&t=137s

Prospect Power And Electric is a decent ways away from everything, blocked by chain fences and barbed wires and cameras. Since it's night time, there's a sleeping rent-a-cop at the front gate, his radio next to him. Inside, there are a few people burning the midnight oil, but Fort Knox this is not. It's pretty much quiet save for the buzzing humm and the cordial spirits of Electricity and a small swarm of Weaverlings skittering about in the Umbra. This should be easy... right?

The rats are coming, the trouble is brewing here comes the first of them Davidson dressed in black leather jacket, with his black shirt, and his black jeans and no liberty spikes they are down now, his hair covering his face. Only his eyes peering out of the insane long hair, as he waits there arms crossed over his chest. With a wicked smile under the hair as he looks back at his pack."It is show time darlings."

Harvey, the sickly looking, patch black rat, opted to go with less clothing for this. Why? Well, he had to dedicate a few things to him that required him to free up some valuable spiritual power. Of course, none of it is seen right now. Not while he's in ratform. The black rat has been tagging along on Davidsons shoulder, but as they reach the fence he leans down on to the ground. He lifts his head a bit, squeaking and chittering out, "We find a way to roof. Must go in via roof. Safest way. Ventilation. No cameras in ventilation."

Jimmy looks... rather Jimmy-like. He's low-key today, though, as he was told about a 'super secret infiltration mission'. The man's wearing a black turtleneck and black pants with black boots and looks like he belongs on a 1960's spy movie. Or perhaps a whale boat. "Mmmmph." He grunts in Davidson's direction, all stoic-like. Stoic -and- scratching at his chest. The fabric is rather itchy.

Patchy Black Rat stares at Davidson a few moments, whiskers twitching some. He squeaks out a, "Well, if you think you will be better served like that!" he looks to Jimmy, "Good luck! If you want to come with me inside, you are welcome to. But have your escape plan ready for the fire will be fast when it starts." he then turns and heads for the fence. A fence to a rat is no fence at all. So many holes in them! He squeaks and is then off across the tarmac, heading for the building to search for a way up.

Jimmy looks like he's pondering things for a few moments. Ponder. Ponder. On the one hand, he could stay outside and fuck with guards. On the other, he could go inside and risk burning to death in a fiery conflagration. He opts for the latter. His outfit falls to the ground as he shifts into his own rat form, his clothes not dedicated in the slightest. He's going au-naturale. Then he scampers off after the other rat. Scampering.

Grumbling, the guard hears the commotion and snaps awake, getting up to walk over to Davidson. "Hey! You! Get outta here! This ain't no place for nobody who's not with the plant. Don't make me call the cops," he calls out to Davidson.

For Jimmy and Harvey, the cameras seem to be oddly slow today, moving where they can fluidly get in without even a camera picking up common rats.

"Fuck you piggie, ain't got the balls to do it yourself, fucking rent a bitch." Davidson screams at the man, and then he starts towards him with a wicked chuckle."You're a bitch, you're a whore, you're a little loser foe, you ain't got no fucking balls." The words spit out with the guitar rumbling in his hands.

Getting to the building unseen is an easy task. Not that Harvey the Black Rat was -that- worried about being seen. He's just a wee rat! But then comes the interesting part. Finding a way in. Or, more accurately, finding a way up! Many places have powerlines, though, running along the walls. Secure within tube, fastened to the wall. Such things can be great things to climb on. So, that is what he starts to look for. Something he can use to climb up the wall.

Jimmy... is there too but he isn't exactly looking for a way in so much as just being a rat. There's some rat droppings left by the wall and he's started grooming himself. Looking nonchalant. For all intents and purposes he might just be a regular, useless rat.

"Why-you-!" He grabs his radio. "Grant, call the cops, we got some little crust punk who's near the fence." He grabs what looks like a stun gun. Skittering is heard. Humming is heard. All at the edge of hearing - the edges of sanity. ~What's thiszszszsz?~ A creature rasps, unseen by the guard. ~Wwwwwho comes near my home?~ A creature of electrical cables and transformer parts skitters closer, its tone more curious than malicious.

Finding the pole is easy enough, as should be the climb. The wall is brick and the tube holding cables is pretty evenly distributed in brackets into the wall.

~I'm Davidson, leader of the rat pack known as Terror Squad.~ Davidson watches it all as he is dashing towards cover now getting down low to speak to the box, with a little chuckle. ~We are here for supplies, we need things, your building has them brother.~ His voice is soft as looks up into the box with a nod of his head.~Now then, wanna play a game, we win you let us in, you win we give ya something~

Harvy the Black Rat is focused. Focused on the task, on the future burning of the building. Focused, also, on getting up on the roof. Finding the way up, he grabs hold and begins to climb. Powerful rat claws grip and to help stabilise himself, he uses his tail. You can't keep a good rat out of a shiny building!

The creature lifts its spidery cable legs on its left side and flips over, inverting its body, the sensation of static and the smell of ozone clear even in the physical. ~A game? OooooOOOoooohhh... Gigawatt like gameszszszsz! Letszszszszs plaaaaaaayyyyy...~

"Yeah, you better run, la little bitch!" the guard says, seeing Davidson run away. He mutters on his radio and walks back to the front gate, hand on his bear spray holster like he thinks he's some kind of cowboy, victorious. He'll be looking at the cameras a bit harder to make sure the punk stays away for now.

The top of the building looks like any other one, but there's a feeling of sticky webbing, like walking on quick drying glue. A few small mindless weaverlings are spinning webs, focused on their duties.

~Game is riddles for each one i get right, you kill a guard Gigawatt. Then when they are all down, you will allow us to get our new van, and our new clothing.~ Jackson speaks softly with a little chuckle of pleasure, as he looks up at Giga. ~Kill a guard, when I get one right, I will allow you to shock me, fair enough when you win one.~

Patchy Black Rat looks down at the floor of the roof. Lifts left paw. Lifts right paw. Makes a squeaky sound, "Sticky." he chitters out. He then promptly ignores it and the spiders, heading for the nearest entrance to the ventilation system. Time to get inside!

Jimmy is a goddamn rat-ninja. Not one of those froo-froo Nezumi, no. Jimmy's got that down-home southern boy creep going on, passing invisibly over the sticky webs like they're not even there. Once he's at the ventilation shaft though, that's where Harvey will find that Jimmy is no longer behind him. He's taken another turn. Somewhere.

In the physical, a hum and then a loud crack of lightning zapps by Davidson's thigh. ~Gigawatt know much riddleszszsz! Yeszszsz. I begin!~

I drift forever with the current down these long canalszszs they've made. Tame, yet wild, I run eluszsive, multitaszsking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker. Colder, sometimeszszszs, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, I'm good at killing people too. What am I?

A spider, looking more like a large computer chip, noices the rat when it trips its webbing. ~BzZzrTt EEEeeeeEeeerrrrrrrrrnnnk~ it chitters to Harvey. The entrance is right there. It'll take some effort to squeeze into...

~Bzzzing in the hive in the mind, it is Electricity is the answer.~ The punk chuckles, and then he gives out the next answer slowly with a little chuckle as he gives it is a music related of course, something of course. It is the passion beside the murder and the art of the anarchy.

I cut through evil
like a double edged sword,
And chaos flees at my approach.
Balance I single-handedly upraise,
Through battles fought with heart and mind,
Instead of with my gaze.
What am I?

Patchy Black Rat comes to a stop. He stares. Spirits, here? That was not a part of his plan! Well, the vent is right there, and he will be damned if any juiced up spirit gets in his way. So, the rat rushes for the grate and leaps, driving head first and then squirming around until he plops through and drops into the ventilation ducts. Its not pretty, but it serves its purpose!

~Szszszilly creature! What you are is clear to see! You're a Solenoid and Resistor Class T!~ he replies, getting ready to zapp the merry shit out of poor Davidson, then pauses. ~Nnnooo, wait... Solenoids do not fight! Tricky tricky...~The lights flicker in the building and CRACK! there's a loud zap from inside the plant and a man flying out the window, charred. He likely didn't even feel or know what happened, a charred corpse smoking on the concrete. The creature laughs. ~My turn again, good Fera...~

The higher I climb, the hotter I engage, I can not escape my crystal cage. What am I?

The chip, seeing the rat lets out a seemingly innocuous zap, but the electricity itself seems to slam into the poor rat's heart! Fortunately, the grounding of the grate made sure it just hurt like a bitch and didn't outright stop his heart. From behind the grate, the spider tries to reach for Harvey! It must be calcified! THERE MUST BE ORDER!

Inside the vents, finding the changing room is cool and comfortable. The lockers are in a decent sized room - enough for five people to comfortable change in. There's a post it board and benches and uniforms hanging casually.

~Mercurcy is the answer, now then I will make this happen.~ Davidson spits out the words with a little cackle as he looks up at the box. ~What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?~ He is speaking in the tongues of the spirites, his eyes narrow.

Patchy Black Rat lets out a squeaked sound as he falls into the vent. That.. bloody.. hurt! Good thing he likes weaver spirits. Or, rather, understands them. Or else he might have gotten back up there to murderise that bastard. But, he does not. Feeling the pain, he knows it will heal in time. Well, short time, really. Instead, he trudges on, heading for the locker room. Seeking for the vent that will let him drop in there. The vent grate should be easy enough to get open. And the drop to the floor might hurt, but that will regenerate as well.

Flipping over, it reconfigures itself, wires reforming, thinking as the front desk terminal blows up, the poor security guard from before zapped right in the pacemaker, stopping his heart. He falls out the small booth, his phone leaving his hand to skid across the ground - the only numbers dialed are "9-1". He winces in pain as he slowly crawls to the phone before passing out completely. He won't be here much longer.

Gigawatt chitters as electricity arcs in binary, chattering to itself before growling. ~Error: No Responszse found! You are fun, Creature. Final one... One for all the Voltzszszszs...~

It can not be seen whenever it's there
It fills up a room, it's much like the air.
It can not be touched, there's nothing to hear
It is quite harmless, there's nothing to fear.

The locker room is easy enough to walk through, though there's a smell. Tomato... Mayonnaise... Lettuce... Bacon... CHEESE! A BLT sits next to a broken window, the nearby camera blown out and the smell of ozone is thick within the room. A tiny, confused electricity spirit is still kind of stunned n the floor, looking up at where it was thrown out and trying to climb back into the broken camera.

~Darkness, is the answer oh Giggawatt, mighty one.~ Davidson speaks softly with a little chuckle, and then he watches it all. ~Now then, the game is afoot, my others are in you allow them to pass, at the tasks they have, to bring trouble and the world of pain is our goal.~

Also in the room, right next to the BLT is... Jimmy. Somehow he's gotten in here, some way. While Harvey had his struggles, Jimmy is perched right next to the damn sandwich looking rather casual, all things considered. He sits up on his haunches, sniffing the air as he smells Harvey approaching. The faint scent of sizzled rat making his nose twitch.

Well, there is also that sound of a falling rat. A rat that goes, "Ouch!" in ratty speak and then the sound of a rat sitting very still for a few moments to heal up. That .. bloody .. hurt! Stupid floor being so far away. With his bones setting again, the little black rat that is Harvey looks around, to then spot Jimmy. He watches silently before speaking, "Good. You are here." he begins, "Lets start. Find uniforms. Tools. Badges. I will set up the fire."

Jimmy looks at Harvey like he's speaking in some foreign tongue. "Mmmph up the Mrph? Mmphay." Jimmy says between bites of his food, pigging out like the glutton he is. He takes hold of it the sandwich in his hands and begins pulling it towards the door. Meanwhile... meanwhile. The bin of dirty uniforms EXPLODES in flame, the fire consuming the filthy garments and beginning to crawl up the wall.

His plan! His uniforms! THAT WAS HIS FIRE TO SET! Harvey the Black Rat just stares at the washing bins as the dirty uniforms in them is set a-blaze. Black little eyes twinkle a bit from the fire casting its reflection in them before he squeaks out, "Mother.. fucker." Still, he does not move at first, just watching the flames dance up the wall to the roof, transfixed by the lovely sight.

The fire spreads and soon water comes pouring from the ceilings as the fire alarms go off as well. the lockers still hold uniforms and who knows how long that flame will stay with the water.

Davidson is stiting low hidden waiting now.

Jimmy isn't focused on the uniforms. No, something unforseen has caused him some consternation. There's -water- pouring from the ceilings. It may ruin his BLT. The only way to fight water is with more fire, so he turns to the trash can and... FIRE! THERE IS FIRE! But it is not the trash can, no. It is -Jimmy- that is flambe. He screeches and lets go of his sandwich, doing the 'I am on fire' dance as he runs around in a circle, squeaking like a madrat.

When Jimmy is set on fire, Harvey is snapped out of his reverie. His eyes goes to Jimmy and as he sets himself on fire, he goes, "Burn building. Not yourself." To this, he takes human form. He had some supplies with him, but since the fire has been set, he does not need to worry about them. Instead he starts to go through lockers quickly, going for the unlocked ones first, to see if he can find some uniforms.

Jimmy is on fire. He's burning hot and he's going to set the sky on fire! The rat squeaks in pained defiance and grabs his sandwich in his front little claws. There's a couple of hops towards the window as he sizzles and burns, his final defiant squeak given before he -leaps- from the window, full on Kangaroo Rat style, BLT clutched to his chest and air wooshing past him as the flaming rat pulls a rocket man and launches himself into the air and out the broken window. Will the speed of air put out the fire? Will the sandwich cushion his fall? Will he cushion it's fall? Fate will decide.

As Jimmy falls, the fires disorienting him, the sandwich cuddling him like a long lost lover, he seems to not realize how long the fall will be, falling against the concrete with a thud and the sandwich smooshing into him, putting the unconscious rat out and instead suffocating him in the heavenly soft world of white bread and lovely smells - with hints of burning and wet rat.

In the distance, the sounds of sirens can be heard, they'll be here in minutes. Police. Ambulances. Fire Trucks. The works! The building's fire grows. Time is of the Essence!

Harvey ponders, then grabs the second uniform and shoves his legs into that as well, putting it on top of the second one. He then rushes over to the window to look outside..

..and with that, he grabs hold of the edge of the window and just crashes through it. In mid air, he shifts himself into a rat. A rat, inside two sets of PW&E uniforms, heading for the ground!

Jimmy is lifting up his aspect, at least. He's lying there on his sandwich. Twitching. His little legs kick every once in a while, his body otherwise mostly immobile. He's probably dreaming of being tempted with BLTs in a fiery hell.

Davidson rushes towards them and then he is picking up the other rats quickly, as he starts to look around. His hand is reaching towards Jimmy, as he looks at Harvey."Let's get the fuck out of here, it's good enough for now. I found a second place to hit up." Now with that he is booking making sure to grab that blt, for the fat little bastard in his arms.

Harveys great plan! Ruined! Up in smoke, fire, water and pieces of BLT! He lands. He knows he landed, because the ground hits him. He can't see shit, though, being inside the uniform. But he knows he landed! Now to get to the dumpster! At least, that was his next plan. Then he's picked up by Davidson. So he just clings to the inside of the uniforms and holds on for dear life as he is spirited away.