EVENT: Snowed In

[the_npcdo]

[Early Monday afternoon, the snow starts. At first, a charming novelty glimpsed through the classroom windows, but within minutes it becomes a veritable blizzard. Any classes being held outside are urged to bring themselves inside. Within half an hour, the power's cut out and the snow is piled high enough to make entry/exit from the buildings difficult. Within an hour, it's impossible. Snow is piled halfway up the first floor windows, and most of the doors have frozen shut. The second story windows seem to be working just fine, though, as are any rooftop access doors.]

[The blizzard finally calms down, but students and faculty are trapped inside--or outside, if they managed to be on the wrong side of the doors during the storm. The power's out and the cold is starting to seep in through the insulation. Worse, there seems to be some kind of unseen presence in the buildings, an eerie cackle echoing through the empty halls or an unsettling sense that you're not alone.]

[Someone's going to have to restart the generator before we end up with a school full of studentcicles. It wouldn't hurt to clear some pathways out of the buildings, either.]

Comments

[diethedesu]

[This was well outside the climate parameters in this part of the country. Combined with the classic signs of a haunting, can only indicate one thing:]

Somebody is meddling. We'll need to investigate.

[She says this to whoever happens to be around, honestly, although most likely to her fellow students, as Monday afternoon she'd still be in class. She doesn't really care who her audience is, since in her opinion it's a job for all the students.]

However, there are other things that need to be done first.

[Dlanor can be seen around the main buildings doing her usual super-responsible act, attempting to open doors for trapped students and trying to find someone who knows where the generator is - sadly, that information was not in the student handbook.]

[tsunderbolting]

Let's see, the generators should be somewhere around here...

[ There seems to be a young girl with a flashlight pressing her hand against the wall with a curious hum. She seems to be talking to herself more than anything, but at least she seems to be doing something useful?

Not that she's noticed Dlanor. ]

[losingherhead]

[Why does Dlanor have to always sound so convincing? Celty's all about searching for students and making sure everyone's safe.... but walking around with the hall monitor was making a stressful situation downright anxiety inducing. She finds herself nervously checking to make sure the helmet is safely fastened to her stump, just to be cautious. Last time authority saw her stump, she ended up getting chased by police across Texas.]

I've never seen so much snow in my life.

[You don't get much of snow in Ireland.]