Seven

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Hmm. Hurricane is coming soon. I have a penthouse, but...

Do I stay up here, all by myself? Seek out shelter with a friend? Try to evacuate, maybe to Chicago? It's not too late yet.

Decisions, decisions...

[New Yorkers]

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

So I don't know about you but I'm not even going to try to edge Huginn or Muninn out into the streets. It's a madhouse out there!

Besides. I'm on the top floor.

Mini-log

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

The hurricane did the impossible. It picked up in force and speed, catching all of them off guard. The last they knew it was hitting the Carolinas and maybe travel up the coast, but by the time it got to New York it was supposed to have dissapated. Instead it was bearing down on them fast. They hadn't had time to evacuate.

Not that she would have. She wouldn't have left her darlings, but she would have had a little more time to prepare. There wasn't much she could do for her apartment. The windows didn't have shutters, and she wouldn't have crawled out onto the ledge to hammer plywood over them. The most she could do was move the cages into closets in case the wind blew in the windows. Fortunately, they were stackable, and once she had all of them set she moved chairs or tables in front of the closet doors for more security.

Then she did the ridiculous. She took to the streets. She knew better than to wear loose clothing, sticking to jogging clothes and no coat. When she gained the outside she was shocked. The streets were emptied of people, and on a Friday night even this early it was unheard of. There were the occasional police cruiser with the driver on their speaker telling people to get off the streets but she didn't hear them. The wind drowned out everything kicked up and focused as it was between the buildings on the grids that were the city's streets. What rain there was already became small projectiles born on that wind and she sneered as it stung her skin. Taking shelter in the entrance to her building she waited for the cop cars to clear out then took off running towards Central Park. She had to secure the specimens in her lab, check the displays and most importantly, make sure that scale Seth brought her was safe.]

Eleven

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

[Poseidon checked the phonelines, getting a blank dial-tone as he looked down at the madness below. Chelsea had taken to his room wrapping herself into the covers since he insisted on staying. 'Just a little water' he said as if a hurricane was no big deal. Maybe to him, but to her it was still a little unnerving. She was worried for her friends when she'd heard that loud whirling noise outside. Yet, here her dad was flipping on classical rock with a glass of gin in his hand.

"Dad really?" Chelsea said with a groan.

To Poseidon the wind and rain was calming. If she'd been an immortal child of the sea she would have known that. She was still young yet. He flopped down on the bed where she sat in a black lump under the sheet.

"Baby girl if anything comes flying through that window that sheet isn't going to do a fucking thing." She groaned again sliding it off her head as he laughed.

"You're Poseidon, make it stop!" she huffed.

"Oh, baby what's the fun in that?"

He laughed again downing his drink, trying not to think about anyone else he may question was sitting through this. He took another swallow of his drink. ]

[Filter: Medusa]
Staying dry, baby?

Oh, why kick up a fuss. It's a little wind and rain. If the Statue goes under then you can thank me.