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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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Steve is with Thor on this being a change he can appreciate.

There's no time to mind his injury, instead moving to get between Stark and a spider who's got it's eyes on the man. While he doesn't think Stark is entirely helpless, he also knows the man is not equipped to handle one of these spiders bowling him over.

So, he uses his shield to backhand the advancing spider into the side of a nearby car before casting a look over his shoulder at the man.

"Stark, protect the flank while Thor and I weed out the main cluster. These things are aggressive, we need to make sure they don't get the jump on us," yep, that's his Captain voice he's using.

"Ah. Yeah." Tony tightens his grip on his screw driver and turns to face the flank. There's nothing there, he knows that however he obeys the order nonetheless.

"Just make sure you really test that shield out so I can see just how good my welds are."

It's time to fight, that much is obvious. Even Tony isn't such a brat or a fool that he would try and get himself in over his head on something.

"Perhaps you could join the spiders, Stark." Thor banters back, clearly getting back into a zone of confidence where he feels he's able to joke whilst multitasking. He's kicking, thrashing and electrifying them all with an air of absolute glee.

"Build them watches." He continues, lifting his wrench high and bringing it down hard on a spider's head. "Perhaps then they will not come at such a bad time!" He chuckles to himself, grabbing a spider by the leg and using it to propel it into the distance.

"Pretty sure guys like this like bad timing," he shield bashes one spider away from him. "Set the watches for the wrong time, maybe that'll fix it," hell why not banter back. He can see Thor's first comment not sitting well with Stark, but he hopes he's wrong. Maybe the snarking will help.

Steve moves fast, throwing himself up and over a spider and slamming the sharpest side of his shield down on it's midsection, putting his falling weight into it. "They're holding up so far," he says it to Tony after his shield messily severs the spider in two.

"You know. There's probably a market for that. What with all those legs and eyes" Tony quips back. "Might not even have to put them to the wrong time. People with watches are never on time these days."

A spider starts to approach him, he stabs at it wildly goring out an eye which makes it skirt back in pain before coming at him again.

"I want my suit." he sulks to himself but considering how close he is o the others they've probably heard it.

"Perhaps the power attracts them." Thor muses, watching curiously as Steve splits one open as if somehow he expects it to ease his concerns. The only thing that could be worse is if a thousand little Lokis burst out of it or something to that effect. He watches Stark for a moment when the spider approaches, as if realising a spider coming for him proves they don't seek power.

"Should we retreat or push forward?" He looks to Cap to make the big choices.

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Steve takes one quick glance around to assess their situation and sees a few more on the rooftops nearby, interested in joining by the looks of it. Things aren't turning in their favor, the numbers against them too high and possibly growing, no fear to drive these things off. That coupled with the unfortunate fact that right now Stark is more a disadvantage without his suit, staying is a bad idea.

At this rate they'll get surrounded.

"Retreat, you and Stark get out of here, find some place safe, I'll keep them distracted and catch up later," Steve leaves no argument in his voice. He takes a step, spinning and backhands another spider with his shield, sending it flying.

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Until the last moment, Thor is doing his best to thin out the numbers. For as long as he can he's pretending not to hear it until he feels satisfied with how much damage he's done on the hoard. He won't strike up a debate now, but Stark might, and he hasn't the patience for it.

As such, Stark is getting a good shove in the safest direction, Thor keeping to his back to fend off any approaching spiders while he can. "Keep your wits about you." He calls out after Steve, urging Stark forward as he comes.

Tony had started to turn, when Steve said for him and Thor to leave without him to object. He didn't get to, as he suddenly got distracted with the need to suddenly try and find where his feet are when Thor shoves him roughly.

He splutters and tries to give him an indignant look but doesn't quite manage it. Knowing that Steve's answer is still the right choice he does start to move along with Thor's hearding.

"Don't stop to sign autographs and just catch up."

He's really glad to see that they aren't arguing it, but instead doing what is clearly the best option, even if maybe not the most wanted option. It's hard to leave a teammate behind like this, but he appreciates their faith in him.

"Don't you know, I'm more the kissing babies type!" He calls back to Stark. The parting comment from Thor is appreciated, even earns a respectful nod, but he has no time to see if the man saw it, instead now focusing on his task.

Steve draws the spiders' attention to him as he moves in the opposite direction of the others, more into the fray, while banging his shield with his crowbar between bouts of bashing and stabbing the creatures. It works enough to herd the spiders towards him and offer the other two a mostly clear escape.