There's a storm on the way

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Who: Everyone! Where: City wide event! When: November 23rd to November 30th Summary: Seasons change, and in a dramatic way! Warnings: 100% chance of heavy rainfall, and a good chance of musical numbers. There's a definite change in the seasons. In between the initial rain showers the locals are preparing for the change in the weather, making sure their roofs are sturdy and mended, windows are closed and secured, supplies are ready...Those who help out, or have helped in prior events might even find a care package prepared and left in the lobby of their apartment, or outside their door. (The contents being a few days worth of simple food; rice gimbap, some fruits, etc. And a few candles as well.) If asked, they say that the seasons are shifting, and the rainy season will be here in full force soon. ...And sure enough if a few days, on the morning of the 23rd, the weather DOES shift, and those clouds that have been gathering and sprinkling finally let loose with all that stored up rain. It falls in light drizzles, heavy torrents, gentle misting curtains, but most key of all it NEVER lets up. There's always some precipitation going. That said, it might be good to head out with an umbrella when heading out. There's something about some of these storms that's odd; maybe it's just the mood that comes with the rain, the rhythm of the drops on the roofs and the ground, but...There's something almost musical about it at times. Sort of reminds one of a song, in fact!

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He felt it, first, a rumbling beneath his feet that at this point, he knew better than to perceive as something natural. Then, he heard it - crashing and shouting, and beneath it all, singing? As was his instinct, Conner ran toward the chaos rather than away from it. He was expecting destruction, but....

Not to this scale.

In the center of it all, he could make out the multi-armed alien he had spoken to before. At the time, she had seemed reasonable. At this moment, not so much. Luckily, no one seemed hurt as they hauled themselves out of dodge, but their livelihoods were being destroyed. Conner had guessed at her strength from her size alone, but he definitely had not guessed at the cannon. He braced himself for the impact, raising his forearms and plowing forward. There was no point in dodging the debris - it glanced off his arms and slashed at his shirt and jeans. Poor M'gann was going to have to do some sewing later.

He was wary, but stupidly brave as usual. She needed to stop. He needed to get her to stop. Maybe after he got her down, he could reason with her, if she could even be reasoned with. At the moment, he saw no benefit to chit-chatting to a giant person with a giant weapon causing major property damage. So he kept running at her on a collision course with her torso, head and shoulders lowered.