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Sailor Sylph - was en route to the medical tent but caught up in the crowd - currently looking around for Umbra, Sparks and any of the other members of her team

Sylph had still been at the Snacks on Sticks stand when the crackle of her walkie had alerted her to an incoming message.

It had necessitated her having to politely excuse herself from the Snacks on Sticks stand and she had done so by pretending that she had forgotten her wallet and whilst Sylph wasn't sure if the white-haired woman at the stall had bought her excuse, it wasn't as if she had had much choice in the matter...

Even if the root beer float on a stick really had sounded impressive.

She was here to work though and not have fun and so she had mingled amongst some of the other stalls until she could find somewhere quiet to speak to Sparks.

Umbra had seemed like he was still talking to the woman at the MMA Stand, but Sparks' order to hit up one of the medical tents was a good one - and it wasn't as if she was gleaning anything useful from the Vendor's Alley.

Umbra on the other might have been having more luck and Sylph had dropped a message to her partner to suggest that she was going to go up ahead and that perhaps they should meet at one of the medical tents..

She wasn't expecting the sudden surge of panicked people that appeared to be coming from the direction of the stage area or the sudden flare of youma auras - but Sylph knew that it was bad - very bad...

And it was exactly the reason why they were there to investigate.

"Sparks this is Sylph - do you know what's going on?"

And then she added "Umbra where are you?" She asked into her walkie. "There seems to be something happening up by the stage."

She didn't wait for a response however, instead trying to push her way against the crowd.

Porsha Webber - Leviathan stage - Fighting her way through the crowd

One of the bigger benefits to being the top dog in charge of the vendor booth the league had set up at the festival, was that Porsha could dictate responsibility to the underlings, and excuse herself whenever she had felt the desire to do so. She'd been exercising that right when everything seemed to have gone to Hell. Jade had been set to take the stage, as Porsha drew near enough to see her through the gathered crowd that congregated in a spreading semi-circle around the base of the stage.

She'd managed a greeting, general appreciation for everyone coming out that day, when an apparent surge took out all the electrical equipment, effectively cutting the blonde short, and Porsha watched in horror as Jade dropped, her prone figure blocked from the shorter woman's view. "Jade!" She immediately started pushing her way forward, suspicious, even before the emergence of the senshi responsible.

She wasn't going to get there in time.

Senshi had converged on stage, addressing the now panicking crowd, but Porsha didn't hear them. Her pulse was in her ears as she tried to fight her way forward, throwing an elbow here and there when the bodies blocking her way refused to move. "Jade!" One of the senshi was stooping down, lifting Jade in their arms. "********, Jade!"

The speech ended. Apparent target in their possession, the senshi made their escape.

No!

She had to find some cover.

General Xenotime - Leviathan - With Aluminite

A voice called her name. A voice she didn't recognize, but Porsha still turned, searching the crowd until she found the captain making his way towards her. She changed direction to meet him, a hand closing around his elbow, and sought to lead him through the mob of people, towards the edge of the stage. It didn't matter that she didn't know him, or hadn't met him before. He knew her, had sought her out, and likely had a good reason for it. A reason connected to what was happening now.

"Name?" It came out as a sharp demand, but the impatience in her tone had little to do with him. Her agent was in danger. Her friend. They had to find her before something awful happened to her. Porsha refused to let this become another situation like the one at the prison.

When they were mostly out of sight she groped for her powered guise, pulling it over herself like a familiar, well worn glove. Only then did she release his arm, turning as she cast out, searching for order auras, and cursed soundly when she found none. "Where the ******** did they go?"

General Xenotime - Leviathan stage - With Aluminite

The captain gave her his name, and then seemed to start falling apart. She watched him for a long moment as he tried to calm himself, drawing in a sharp breath, and then smashed a hand through the constructed wall beside them. This is not helpful.

The general made a grab for his chin, drawing him down to her level so she could meet his gaze, and hold it. "Aluminite!" She needed him to keep it together better than this. She needed his help to find Jade. "The cameras will be useless if they aren't getting any power to them. Find the generators and destroy them." Her lips pressed in a thin, thoughtful line, silver eyes skirting to the side. "They're near the entrance by the donation tent."

With the power cut there'd be no cameras to worry about, and no lights. Their back up could arrive under a semblance of cover, without worry of being picked up on film.

As for back up. "Schrol, Cinnabar, Moonstone, Leucite. Try for them, they'll call in their teams. I'll call in mine."

She continued to hold onto his jaw until she was sure he had heard her, and that he understood what she was saying. "This is not the fault of the Negaverse, this is the white moon, all of it." That was the story they would spin to anyone that needed an explanation. To anyone that would listen.

Axton Finch - Donation gate, headed towards Leviathan stage - Trying to ascertain the situation

Things had been fine. Not exactly thrilling, but at least running smoothly, and that was as much as anyone could ask for. Especially when you were stuck helping out as a volunteer at the front gates. This far out, they couldn't see much of anything, but they could sort of hear the acts from the stage, though they were pretty jumbled together. Oh well, it was almost over.

And then something entirely unexpected happened.

There was an odd sound, followed by an explosion. Ax's chair hit the ground in a loud clatter as she jumped to his feet, startled. "What the ******** was that?"

Seconds later the first few people darted past him for the parking lot, then another, then it was as if the floodgates had opened. Something was definitely wrong.


Cassiopeia Lyons - North hydration station - Baffled

"What was that? It had sounded like an explosion, and was that...was that smoke? "s**t." The bottle of water Cassie had just taken from the cooler slipped from her hands, bounced once, and then rolled beneath the table.

"I'm gunna...go see." People were rushng past, looking panicked, heading for the exits. Frowning, Cassie slipped around the table and disappeared into them, though headed in the opposite direction.

Axton Finch - Donation gate - Directing Aluminite

One of these things is not like the other. Axton watched as what he was sure was a Negaverse agent slid to a stop beside the table and turned to him. It had pale brows arching damn near to his hair line, features falling into perplexed lines, and then he remembered that he wasn't powered up.

"Generators?" It was an odd request, so it took a moment for the question to sink in. When it did, Axton glanced around, trying to remember where he'd seen the big, gas powered machines.

"Oh, they're around the corner of that tent." He pointed, stepping away from the table, towards the corner of the tent he'd mentioned, as if he meant to lead the other man towards them. "What's happening?" Surely the other man knew something, or he wouldn't be running around looking so frantic.