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The fog seems especially heavy in the hours before dusk, and night begins it's creep easily enough with the light already so obscured.

But night had not fallen quite yet when the air raid sirens begin their howling, echoing through the fog and filling the streets with their moans.

The sirens last for what seems a long time, but in reality barely fills 5 minutes. Still, 5 minutes is a long time with that noise permeating the air. As the howl, the fog thickens even more, visibility cutting down to mere inches.

Then, suddenly they stop. A moment of silence, which ends with a growing grumble through the whole town, seeming to come from under ground. The fog sucks back, being pulled away towards the crevasses at the end of town. As it goes, the town starts to change.

To rot.

Paint curls up from walls, dry board crumbles away, ceilings sag and in place, collapse. Some buildings retain their structure, but some show their inner skeletons, nearly reduced to beams and columns. The cracks exude heat, shifting and widening, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.

It isn't just the cracks in the ground that heat up. The whole town seems to have a fire under it, hot, wet heat shimmering over the ground. The various monsters idling around are no longer idling, now aggressive and out for blood.

The town is a sight, and not one for sore eyes.

Except, along main street, one building is a beacon of normal. It looks the same, worn down, but whole. An old theater, The Mayan, with peeling and worn looking cravings of creatures and motifs clearly mimicking it's name sake. Inside is an old fashion, two floor theater, complete with a concession stand down stairs.

And anyone who takes shelter here will find the concession stand fully stocked. The soda machine works, the popcorn maker keeps refilling, and every time the hot dog maker is opened it's full of hot dogs and buns. The candy boxes, too, are full and restock themselves.

It would be perfect if it wasn't full of people who want you dead.

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A map of the theater can be found here.

Throw any questions here.

You can rp in this post like a party post, or use this information to make your own threads.

Hellrena will be in effect until a second post returning things to normal, I am planning a few days currently.

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He doesn't seem to be about to hurt her, so she moves closer and crouches beside him.

"Hey," she says, looking him over. Skin dry and flushed. Not a good sign.

"How are you feeling?"

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"Like I have heatstroke and a sunburn." Worse than that, really, like he has heatstroke and a sunburn and a massive adrenalin rush that's leaving him completely shaken. But heatstroke and a sunburn are what he's going to pout about now.

"I should have come in here earlier."

"It's just a different kind of danger." Joan is well aware that she's been lucky inside the theater so far. "Can I examine you?"

"If you want." He knows he's dehydrated, but it's been hard to find water that's even mostly clean. Joan Watson is a noncombatant, and she is not going to hurt him. Or at least, she won't kill him. Poison is a possibility, but as long as he doesn't accept anything from her, he should be fine.

She settles onto her knees and reaches out with both hands, pressing the back of one to his forehead to test his temperature, and touching two fingertips to the side of his neck to check his pulse.

"Have you had anything to drink?"

The forehead touch is fine, but he flinches away from the hand on his neck. There's a brief flicker of confused annoyance before he answers.

"Clearly not enough. It has been difficult to find clean water."

"Hey," she says as he flinches away, drawing back her hand a little. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to check your pulse."

"I would prefer it if you kept your hands off of my neck," he says. "If you want to check my pulse, use my wrist."

"Okay."

She takes his wrist instead, pressing two fingers to the inside and feeling for a pulse.

His pulse is elevated, still strong but more rapid than is healthy. It's a combination of the heat and the adrenalin, and should slow the longer he's in the shade and cool. In fact, it might slow too much, he's been eating and drinking things he's found in the Arena, and the cold makes him tired.