<strong>Time:</strong>2:22 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment building (Toshima)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ioa<br/><br/>In her last moments of actually looking into the room Ioa would notice something odd taking place, what looked like a curious swirl of light shimmering over one of the corpses--but then she was wisely fleeing. All the way down the stairs, and on her way to the door outside, she could hear that high-pitched not-quite-human giggling, never far behind her; several times she heard something smash against the walls behind and beside her, but nothing hit her again.<br/><br/>And then she was outdoors, adrenaline likely having left her flight from the building all a blur. The first thing she sees there is a small crowd gathered outside her apartment building, their attention mostly focused on the broken table on the street side.<br/><br/>Ioa herself got a few glances, and might even be able to put two and two together: that table fell from a window, which would be the room she just came from--and that still wouldn't explain what happened next.<br/><br/>That small crowd backed away with startled cries as a person leapt from the broken window above, landing on the table with a noisy crack. Although,<em>person</em>might not have been the right term--it looked like a four-foot tall, brown-furred, dog-faced (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080803050449/megamitensei/images/thumb/8/84/KoboldSMT.jpg/300px-KoboldSMT.jpg) human, a short club in its hands. Its arrival drew the attention of everyone nearby on the reasonably-full street.<br/><br/>"Oh my--" one of the onlookers began, only to be cut short by the dog-faced creature leaping up and bringing its club down on their skull with a triumphant cackle.<br/><br/>That was when people started screaming, and running in any direction that took them<em>away</em>from the murderous things.<br/><br/>And, of all times, Ioa's phone started buzzing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>2:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tokyo University (Bunkyo)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miki, Hideyoshi<br/><br/>One trip on foot later, hindered significantly by the steadily-growing crowds of people milling aimlessly or opting to walk to their destinations (while the police and volunteers have begun directing traffic, attempting to drive anywhere is effectively impossible; there aren't nearly enough people to cover<em>every</em>major intersection in the city), the two arrive at Tokyo University.<br/><br/>The university, if anything, is less chaotic than the nearby regions of the city. Most students didn't have anywhere they urgently needed to be on a Sunday, and for many the greatest inconvenience was that their computers (or internet connections, in the case of those with laptops) had stopped working. While there were several large groups milling about outside, nobody seemed unduly troubled by the situation.<br/><br/>Miki and Hideyoshi would overhear a few snippets of conversation as they crossed the campus, most speculations about the blackout and how long it would be until power was back. As far as anyone on campus knows, it's city-wide.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>2:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A short distance from Nayuki's apartment (Toshima)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nayuki<br/><br/>Nayuki had managed to make it a few minutes from her apartment building, en route to a restaurant (hoping to find one with its own generator, likely) when she first heard the rising noises from back the way she'd came. For a few moments she might mistake it for cheering, but no, people definitely sounded... concerned.<br/><br/>It wasn't rioting, certainly; for one thing it was still a bit early for that (or, so one would hope), and the shouts (screams?) weren't just unintelligible anger.<br/><br/>Maybe she should go back and see what's going on?... Or put it behind her, continue her search for a restaurant, and find out when she returned to her apartment, later that day.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>2:45 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ikebukuro (Toshima)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Caine<br/><br/>Getting around was becoming, if anything, even harder; Even so much as a brisk walk would require nudging people aside intermittently. It was less the<em>amount</em>of people (though that certainly played a large role), and more that everyone seemed intent on going at their own pace. Still, he wouldn't have too long to be annoyed by that. Within a few minutes of him making it out of the shop he'd hear a commotion from somewhere ahead.<br/><br/>That<em>commotion</em>turns out to be, at least in part, the dozens of people who come pouring into view from the intersection ahead, shoving their way through the crowd; they're<em>all</em>running, and more than a few are screaming about "monsters."<br/><br/>Their momentum picked up a few people, pack mentality leading a number of pedestrians to flee blindly away from the unseen 'monsters'; many more simply get out of the way, and a few even decide to let curiosity take precedence over caution, and begin heading the way the fleeing civilians had come from.