Galactic Vacationing - Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop, for anyone who entered it, looked rather like a London street at Christmas time. There were plenty of human shoppers milling about, lights and signs telling everyone about great last-minute sales and a group of musicians dressed like Santa with rosy-cheeked masks were lined up playing Christmas carols for passers by. It was a clear night, cold but not unreasonably so, and sadly no snow in sight. The teacher didn't appear to be in the vicinity either.

The pleasant scene was broken by the sound of plate glass smashing and blank-faced mannequins stepping out from shop windows. Down the street, a woman screamed, drawing a mannequin's attention. It raised its arm and the woman ducked out of the way just in time to miss a gunshot coming from where the mannequin's hand should have been.

A man in a blue suit, a tan trench coat and red sneakers appeared out of the panicking crowd, stopping in front of the students. His face reflected the urgency of the situation. "Run!"

[OOC: But look both ways before crossing the road and wait for OCD go for it. OCD is up!

ETA: Off to catch a flight. Hopefully will be back tonight to answer pings.]

Comments

Re: Run!

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal was one of those types of people who, when he heard something like a shout of RUN!, he didn't so much as run as stop, look around, and try to see what exactly was going on. He rode his bike in front of a tank during a race riot, for crying out loud, because he wanted to see his dad.

He was also fairly young then, so it took a moment to process exactly what was going on before he very much decided perhaps running would be a fairly capital idea at the moment.