<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Scene Setting - Indoor Victims (Gold Team)</strong></span></span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library <br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 8th 2017, 6:30 PM <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Shadowcat, Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>People huddling, panicking. Molotovs being thrown. </div><br/><br/>On the inside of the building the sounds of the riot were nothing short of overwhelming. Both Graydon and the Police Captain's voices booming through megaphones coupled with the thuds of violence and the general roar of the crowd. The piercing sounds of the projectiles shattering windows were some of the only sounds high enough to overwhelm the constant chaos. Outdoors the rioters focused on the building finished throwing bricks and nodded, seeming happy they'd dealt with enough windows. The small group of men passed around molotov cocktails, starting to light them up and cheering each other on. The first, a particularly accurate shot so far, threw his Molotov as hard as he could at the shattered window by Kitty. It soared clean through and exploded on the floor, flinging flames across the room. Instantly there was a blast of heat and light, and the room barely lasted a second before flames lapped across it and started to spread.<br/><br/>Downstairs the fire fighters quickly saw the flaming projectiles, headed to the side door to avoid breaking any barricades and searching out the point of impact. The men yelled out for the X-Men inside.<br/><br/><strong>"Fire service here, we're friendly! Where are the flames?" </strong><br/><br/>The men weren't entirely sure whether any of the mutants would be able to help them, but at the very least they were perfectly happy to ask them for directions. They started to fan out and head up, at least knowing the bomb had gone through the window. Unfortunately back outside it was far from the last molotov and quickly more followed on. Fortunately most were poor shots and only hit concrete or windows. But the few that were aimed well at already broken windows began to start very serious flames in the piles of books and wood.<br/><br/>The survivors started screaming and panicking at the sight of the fire, doing their best to crawl away from it but often only injuring themselves further. The survivors in the conference room couldn't see the flames yet but they could hear the rapidly increasing panic and the sounds of explosions. They began to look around, worried, and try to see what was happening. They murmured among themselves for the most part, not wanting to act out or cause trouble for the X-Men doing their best to save them, but also concerned for their safety as the situation developed.