New York In The Time Of Monsters: Chelsea Piers

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Ray and the troupe on the West Side Highway managed to force the monsters' mastermind to show herself. Dr. Mary Mezga of the Museum of Natural History has been a very, very naughty scientist, it seems. Conjuring the dead into life is NOT GOOD SCIENCE AT ALL. Especially not when it involves modern-day humans getting hunted down like rodentia.

It's a bit worse when you know the motive...

At any rate, Ray caught her announcing her final target and broadcast it to the NYPD. Anyone with a portable radio on them knows, now, exactly where the crazy lady and her animals are headed: to the entertainment complex at 24th Street and the river, Chelsea Piers.

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[jokerswildwest.livejournal.com]

Alex is perched on the back of a very snazzy, now slightly dust covered and scuffed, NYPD Vespa as it weaves through city streets towards the intended target, Chelsea Piers, driven by a slightly more confident officer.

"That was pretty cool, huh?" He speaks up over the horn beeps that seem to fill the air, echoing off the buildings and the excited chatter of the few people still left on the streets.

Keep in mind, Alex's definition of cool probably differs from this guy's.

[ooc: was not sure when it was gonna start, but, figured i'd throw him in when i had the chance for whenever!]

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"Never seen anything like it," the cop agrees, weaving through the various barricades and stanchions erected to try and control the overall flow of blackout refugees. "Even the thing under Cleopatra's Needle. You do that kind of thing often?"

Up ahead the pillars of an extremely high-fenced batting range can be seen, and the rooftop driving range that the golfers use to practice, hitting their balls out towards the river. "That's it," says the cop. "That's Chelsea- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING??"

Someone wasn't briefed on the fact that Dr. Mezga was riding an Indricotherium. Or on what it would look like if the normally relatively placid beastie got upset enough to rear on its hind legs.

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It isn't like Dean meant to doze off, but listening to the same damn story over and over and over again--it makes him kinda sleepy.

Sam's punch to the arm (his good arm, thanks very much) wakes him up.

"Huhwah?"

And then he says again,

"Huhwah?"

Jesus, this is gonna be a whole lotta fun.

"Hurry up, dude, and get us off this boat. We've got shit to kill."

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A lot of shit, as it happens. Dr. Mezga is holding on tightly to her mount's neck, but she still seems to be in a fair amount of control- which is good, because she essentially overran the area with living siege weaponry. YOU try maintaining security and discipline when there's a flying wedge of Brontotherium thundering down upon you- followed, you understand, by a line of charging (if somewhat bewildered aurochs. People were jumping into the water to get out of the way.

This fact has not helped Ray any. Ray meant what he said about being able to drive that boat, as he's done it before. But he last did it when he was in college, using a very small and very easily handled boat on a calm stretch of water in an embayment. Not on the Hudson, trying to plot a course downriver as fast as possible without jarring a recent amputee too much. It's... um... well. He drives the boat sort of like a man with a very similar face, in another universe, drives a certain Dodge sedan.

At least, like Elwood, he isn't hitting people?

At any rate he manages to slow the boat without stalling out completely or hitting a sandbar (he did that once- very embarrassing). Maneuvering in towards the dock is a display of pure nerve and clumsiness in equal measure. One hopes nobody here was too prone to motion sickness. "Uh," Ray announces, "this would be a really good time to get off the boat. I have no idea where the hawsers are."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Cows." Spoon says in disgust. He's focused on the aurochs. (Also on tying off his shoulder. Armless shoulder) "IT'S ALWAYS THE BLOODY COWS INNIT? FUCK YOU, COWS! I AM GOING TO RENDER YOU INTO PREHISTORIC STEAK DINNERS FOR THE HOMELESS PEOPLE!"

...If anything, he sounds less sane than the capslock implies.

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"Um. Guys. Seriously," Ray says. "Get him off the boat. I don't know how long we're going to be able to keep this position. Christine? Somebody?"

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Cre'hktdi is distracted by the blood, and glances around for something to use; there's a sign for the ship's life preservers that's fallen off thanks to the general chaos and motion. She kicks it over before her feet, fires the plasma canon into it, picks up the freshly-superheated metal surface, grabs Spoon, and says, "we need to stop the bleeding."

Then she cauterizes the injury while he stands. Yautja First Aid is why we don't get injured.

The word she uses next is translated "climb," but the context is that of an older sibling to a younger one who wishes to rest his feet for the journey, and she crouches to let him climb onto her back.

It's an easy leap to the shore.

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Ray bites his lip and tries really hard not to listen to the sssss of the cauterization process. He's got a good imagination. THat there's some nasty nastiness.

He looks over to Tavi. "You good to go?"

[calderon-crow.livejournal.com]

Tavi nods, rubbing at his hip for a moment before setting himself slightly different to make up for the hip.

"I'll be fine," he tells Ray. "I've had worse and fought nastier."

He says it with a smile.

"To be honest, it's made me homesick. These all look like creatures from home, though mostly in the south. Cal--Riva is a little different."

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"oh, good," Ray says. "Glad to hear it. Let me know if it gets to be a problem, okay?" He looks around. "Has anybody seen Stitch?"

There's a flash of blue on the shore and a lot of incoherent yammering. Apparently Stitch hitched a ride on somebody's back, despite his fear of water.

"... never mind."

[jokerswildwest.livejournal.com]

It's the flash of blue that get's Alex's attention. That alien thing with the bat ears from the bar. Then he sees the line of charging animals and the Vespa is quickly ditched in order for the ability to run faster over curbs, destroyed vehicles, fallen light poles, and the pier itself.

"No idea what that thing was," he yells at the younger cop, before he spots Ray and the rest of the people and creatures that don't appear to be from New York.

Hopefully, Ray has a plan. Alex takes the time while running in the direction of the group to shoot off a flare gun to distract and discourage the strange cattle creatures from following.

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The huge grey beast comes down, pacing suddenly in circles. Several of the cops are taking aim for what they hope is a vulnerable spot when-

HOONK HOONK HOONK HOONK!! Several of the beasts scatter in all directions as a big white hearse with a certain very familiar logo heaves into sight. "Hi, Daddy!" the car calls out. "I brought the guys!"

"Oh, good," Ray says. "Uh, if anyone needs to get out of here? She's bulletproof."

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"Good to know, dude," Dean says, already scanning the crowd of weird-ass creatures for a likely target.

Sam seems to be scoping out their allies, at least for the moment.

"You got a game plan, or is it every ma--"

This is where he catches sight of Christine.

"--body for themselves?"

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"Peter?" Ray yells. "Plans?"

"Yeah," answers Venkman, unshouldering his proton thrower. "Make a break in the lines so we and the cops can get through. Hold the rhino wanna be's off as long as you can- we're gonna try and push that big bitch into the river."

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Cre'hktdi balances for a moment, taking in the scene; the pyode amedha she may not hunt, the potential prey she may, the Unblooded from the bar.

Spoon shifts, and she crouches a little to lessen the drop and give him her armor to grip as he descends, moving in a businesslike manner towards the prey he's chosen; then she moves for higher ground. She wishes to get a better idea of the weak points of the very heavy creatures.

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Spoon, down from his Christine-back-ride, starts heading for the nearest auroch.

And is accosted by an EMT who does not like the bloody-rag-with-burnt-meat-smell that is his right arm. "Get off! There are COWS out there, woman! COWS! Great, bloody, giant, prehistoric COWS!"

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Well, yes, he's screaming, but the thing is? This is an EMT in New York City. They get screamers like this all the time. "Sir," says the woman without much surprise, "calm down. Sir. SIR. Either CALM DOWN THIS INSTANT or I'll have to do something for your own- oh hell."

Cue rather large injection of awfully strong tranquilizers. It's the dose they use for suspected PCP cases.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon...falls over. Because part of a werewolf metabolism means that things hit you hard, too.

The EMT blinks down at him in surprise, "It wasn't supposed to work quite that fa..."

And Spoon sits up again, "You sedated me!" he says in a wounded tone.

"Or wear off that fast! Sir, just sit still and let me deal with your injury."

He sits while the action goes on around him, but he's not quiet about it.

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Under normal circumstances, Stitch was a fan of high speed vehicular mayhem. Months of living with a family who enjoyed surfing had likewise lessened his displeasure at getting wet. Careening down the a choppy river on an unfamiliar vessel being piloted by an obvious novice? Not his idea of a good time. Stitch had spent the majority of the trip clutching gunwhale, black eyes the size of dinner plates in an expression of horror.

And he had lost his hat. It had been jarred loose at some point and now rested at the rivers silty bottom. Or, given that this was the Hudson, there was a chance that it had already melted.

Wet, sore, and hatless Stitch sourly surveys the scene. Growling under his breath the entire time.

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"Stitch," Ray says, igniting his saber, "we need to get the car and the police through the line to drive the big grey one back to the river. Split up the other animals- knock them out or make them run into the river themselves."

Then he looks over to the other Ghostbusters, who're splitting up into groups along with some of the cops. Peter flips him a thumbs-up. "All right, guys," Ray says. "We're good. Let's bust some prehistoric heads!"

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Tavi nods to Ray and pulls his sword from his side. He raises it high and stares at the animals before his voice thunders out. It's times like this that you can believe he'd stood against sixty thousand giant wolfmen and led an entire legion.

"CALDERON FOR ALERA!"

he bellows.

And then he moves.

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He'll be meeting with something eight foot high at the shoulder, with the sort of bones growing out of its nose and over its eyes that haven't seen daylight in uncounted ages of the world here. The sound of rumbling thunder fills the air as the beasts' front line charges- the cops have their guns, yes, but there's so very, VERY much bone to penetrate on any of these creatures that it's going to have to be a damned lucky shot to the eye or through hellishly thick hide.

Rhinos are modern nature's siege weapon. Titanotheres were the siege weapons of the world before man.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

This is not how hunting is done. This is not how dueling is done. This is aliens running at a herd.

Cre'hktdi sort of follows along. Maybe they'll anger the most spirited creature and she can intercept and duel it while they're dealing with the others.

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The herd is running right back now, although animals being animals it's not a particularly unified run. Some of the animals are faster than others- such as the one, somewhat younger than the rest, that lengthens its stride to start running at the human who smelled, vaguely, of piglike things.

That would be Alex, for those of you who're playing along at home.

[jokerswildwest.livejournal.com]

Alex is grinning, that cocky little grin that he gets onto his face when he's about to do something that involves guns and possible explosions.

The guns come out, and Alex immediately recognizes the fact that he can make a run for the lone beast and try and get it taken out while he can.

This is however hampered by the fact that they have really thick skills, and it's not falling down like the smaller beast from earlier.

And when it runs into him full force, and knocks him back onto the ground, he manages to avoid getting run over, but man, that hurt.

Alex responds by emptying his clip into the beast and watching it dissolve a few feet away.