interstellar5555 | In the arms of the ocean, so deep and so cold

Who: Lapis Lazuli and the residents/staff of Virgo Entertainment
What: After Lapis discovers that it was Virgo Entertainment who kidnapped Steven, she attacks the building late at night. More description here.
When: Wednesday, March 2, about one in the morning
Where: Virgo Entertaiment. Note: Lapis will be attacking from deep within the ocean, so she will not be visible.
Warnings: Blind rage. Property damage. Possibly sharks.

His hand in hers still haunts her mind. She can still feel the shadow of them throughout the day, the small weight of his fingers laced in hers, locked together, tight with the pressure of her own.

Worse, she can feel them yanked away, breaking from hers.

The sound of him crying out reverberates in her head, echoing, echoing, loud, louder, louder. She wants to press her hands to her ears, crouch, wait until it fades . . . There's no relief, and the weight of it pounds against her skull in dull and unrelenting rhythm: He's gone, and she's broken her word.

He's sick, he's in danger, and she's broken her word.

There is no relief.

***

The attack comes suddenly, brutally on Wednesday night as the ocean outside of Virgo Entertainment grows restless. The water rolls, it surges, it rocks, it builds, it moans . . . Like great hands thrusting forward, snatching at the earth, a little higher each time . . .

Until suddenly, it's on par with the building itself.

The noise alone may be enough to wake the residents of the building; the water lashes into the building structure. Windows explode in showers of glass, and the water pours in, eager and fast as it can. Wave after wave smites the structure from every angle, at every window they can reach, shattering the glass and sweeping inward with the glee of eager children. The impacts boom against the structure itself, shuddering through the metal and upward even into the very penthouses. There's no danger; the metal will hold. But the sound is horrible, and it continues, on and on and on, as the waves continue to moan and roll and crash, tearing through the very earth outside the building in their wake.

Residents or staff entering the lowest floor may find it immersed in 2-3 feet of water, complete with specimens -- various fish, masses of kelp . . . and if one is unlucky, very likely a shark. Water continues to wash in, easily able to swipe someone off their feet. Caution is recommended.

The sky is clear, and there is no visible cause for the lashing of the waters -- not even a completely specific origin point.

ooc: Feel free to post threads to this log of your characters reacting, investigating, etc. Lapis is under the ocean and a ways out, so would not readily be accessible or visible. (But hey, there's always the ghost of Edna theory, if you're into that kind of thing.)

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Roxas really has no idea, and Ivan's both surprised and worried that Roxas might start talking to people and drawing attention to himself. Ivan doesn't know Roxas that well. He doesn't know how Virgo views him and if they suspect him of anything.

He doesn't even know if Roxas knows how bad Virgo can be; they aren't just a music label.

Ivan shuffles uneasily on his feet and rubs his arms, trying to regain some of the warmth the ocean waters sapped away. "Um... a word of advice... Don't poke into the thorn bush unless you're prepared to be scratched and possibly trapped."

Scratched, sure. Trapped? No, doesn't sound fun. The idea is one of the worst possible situations he could find himself in, actually. "Yikes.. sounds serious."

Doesn't mean he cares less by taking it easy, does it? But.. maybe he'll just tread lightly then. "I'm not going to go out with my detective coat and kit or anything, but keeping an eye out won't hurt?" Maybe.. ask around if the opportunity presents itself? "If I was caught in all of that, though, I don't know how I wouldn't want to find out what happened."

"I know. I... I feel the same way... but..." Then he cringes as he tries to give Roxas a straighter answer. His tongue feels like it's twisting into knots. His brainwashing reminds him how powerful the label is, how he could put someone in danger, how he should stop thinking about who he used to be and just concentrate on making music.

But he can't just forget all that he's seen first hand. "People have... died... I don't know what they did to deserve it, but... just be careful, okay?"

That makes a lot more sense now. It sucks to think sitting back is the better option, but if people are dying around here, maybe it is. Something like this is going to eat at him now. How do the others cope knowing these things?

"I.. okay."

That's all he can say to confirm. This isn't a game he can play. Because it needs to be said after this, "Are you gonna be alright?"

And later, Ivan will learn that Virgo has other ways they keep track of their musicians, a way that hurts how useful his shapeshifting can be.

"I'll... I'll be okay. As long as I don't draw too much attention... and get hit with another fish." The last part is a throwaway meant for anyone who could be possibly listening. This isn't a time to be joking. Ivan wants to apologize to Roxas, for discouraging him, but he also wants to make sure he doesn't get hurt.

Bringing up the fish, at least, makes for a much lighter mood. Be intended or not, it has Roxas smile a little. "Hopefully not.. at least it wasn't a piranha?" If that was the case, they'd have a different brand of problems to deal with. And Ivan might be missing part of his face. Both bad things.

"Or the shark. I think I saw its fin swimming around." Ivan gives a weak smile when Roxas does. If it wasn't for the fact that he needs to replace his drenched phone, he'd offer to exchange phone numbers.

But his phone is drenched and needs replacing. Maybe another time.

A freaking shark? How did it even fit through the door? Oh yeah, the frame broke off. All of them. That had to be a frightening sight to see. Like Jaws come to life, in your lobby. "That's nuts. I wouldn't even know what to do with that. Probably figure I was dreaming, go back in my room and resume sleeping."

As fan as he is of nautical themes, sharks just.. no. "At least with the shark it would be over quicker." Why is he thinking this? "Tell ya what, if something like this happens again, or whatever, you should hit me up on your-" -oh wait, that thing is wrecked. Damn. "Well.. I'm in the floor with Nuclear Parliament. You can find me there sometime, anytime I mean, if something's up. Or if you just want to hang."

Yes, a shark. Let us not dwell too much on the shark as something strange. This whole event has been strange.

"Ah, sure. I can do that." Ivan rubs at his arms again. He really needs to change out of these soaking wet clothes before he catches a cold. "Oh, and ... My email is ikarelin at Virgo Entertainment dot vgo. Until I get my phone replaced, you can use that." And, he can send Roxas his phone number when he has a phone again.

Roxas will try his best to remember that. It isn't that his memory is shot, it's just with all that's going on and the dull ache in the back of his head threatening to ruin the day recalling specifics like that won't be easy. Unless.. he text it to himself. Which is what he does. Brilliant.

"Got it. Ugh.. you wouldn't happen to have anything for headaches on you? I woke up with a killer one.. was on my way to get something for it, but all this did good to distract me from it." Until now.

"... If I did, it's ruined now." Because it would be in his pocket and waterlogged as much as he is. Ivan is not going to be of any use for anything beyond a soggy wad of origami paper in his pocket. "I think the bartender or barista might have something, but maybe some water and quiet will help. Or you could try a nurse's office if it's really bad."

There's going to be a lot of noise as they clean up the lower floors, so heading back up to where it'll be quieter will probably help the most at this point.

Damnit, he didn't even think of that! There will be a lot of noise, that won't make things easy. Good thing he has ear plugs, but if it's loud enough and reaches up to where he's at, they won't help too much. "They probably got some behind the bar, I can probably get some on my way back."

Obligatory head rubbing will commence, as if he needs to physically prove that there is a headache plaguing him. "I guess I'll see ya around. Try to get into new clothes. I remember what it was like being drenched one time, having to walk home."

..actually, that event isn't too far off in similarities to this one. He could, would, should connect the dots here, but this headache.. no way.

Roxas won't have to tell Ivan twice to change, and he says much the same. He really shouldn't delay any longer.

"Yeah, see you around. I... hope your headache goes away." Ivan has a bad feeling that with all this commotion going on, Roxas is going to have a difficult time of it.

With a wave goodbye, Ivan heads for the nearest elevator. No doubt some poor janitor will be complaining that Ivan walked around to perfectly dry areas and dripped sea water everywhere.

In the arms of the ocean, so deep and so cold

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