if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]

[sixthiteration]

Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.

Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.

After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.

[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]

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[zomboligist]

Ravi starts to lean towards Aurora, because if Kira isn't going to steal the dog's attention, then he is more than willing to be that guy. He makes a little hand motion and beams when she actually drifts closer, like he's just won a lottery. Really, this is better, this is the love of a dog. Who wouldn't want that? "I'd like to think we could attempt to eat some of the more organic parts of the house before we turn to cannibalism," he says conversationally, like this is just the sort of thing that two men talk about in their spare time.

"Or," he offers, "we could lure someone in from outside and work together to eat them!" That's just true friendship, as far as Ravi's concerned, and it shows real gumption in working together.