The Normpocalypse!

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Who: OPEN LOG
When: 12/12/12, beginning at 12:12am and ending around 10pm at night.
Where: Siren's Port, across all sectors
Summary: Everything detailed here is going down, citywide. Panic and chaos ensues as shortly after midnight, everyone in Port loses their special abilities. Is The Core playing a cruel doomsday trick? Or is it something even more sinister?
Warnings: Violence & Civil Unrest. Angry swearing inevitable!

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closed to prue, morning

[upstairsbrain]

[ Sam's at Prue's place, as he often is nowadays. This particular morning he's up early, shuffling around her apartment in sweatpants (and, just by happenstance, without a shirt.) Still sleepy-eyed, he yawns as he reaches for the coffee pot, oblivious, for now, to the loss of powers that are sweeping the city. ]

[astralling]

[Unfortunately, that coffee maker won't work, nor will anything else that runs on electricity, and the sink water will be half as dirty and gross as it usually is at night. Prue doesn't bother with any appliances yet, opting to just run a brush through her hair and take a swig of mouthwash for morning breath, so she doesn't know what's going on. She wanders into the kitchen as well and takes a minute to stop and appreciate the view. Sam shirtless is always a good thing.

Actually, she'll just stay here. Appreciating. And regretting nothing.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ And he's realizing all these things, and is frowning frustratedly at the dysfunctional coffee maker. Eventually, he turns around, heaving a sigh. And, oh look! It's Prue. ]

Oh-- Hey. [ And he smiles, because it's her, and... yeah. ] Morning.

[astralling]

[Because it's her and she's smiling and doesn't realize that one of the straps of her cami has fallen down, and she's giving him that look she gives him sometimes when she wonders if she should be dragging her feet with him. She doesn't have the problem of nobody ever making it past the front door, but that's because there's no other way to see anyone after dark. There are other barriers instead, and sometimes - like now, when he smiles at her and hunches his shoulders and doesn't seem to realize how genuinely gorgeous he is - she wonders.]

Hey. Having issues?

[upstairsbrain]

[ He's looking back at her, and when she doesn't reply at first, he raises his eyebrows in question. And yes, of course, he notices the fallen strap. ]

Uh-- Yeah, actually. [ He shrugs somewhat indifferently, moving aside to let her see the coffee maker. ] Power's still out, so...

[ Well, substitutes will work. ] D'you want anything? Water?

[astralling]

Sure.

[She tilts her head, looking at him in a way that would constitute sexual harassment in most states.]

Actually, come here.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Oblivious as Sam can be, the look doesn't go unnoticed. He perks his brows up slightly in question, but there's a hint of a smile as he approaches. ]

What's up?

[astralling]

[She looks him over, apparently spotting something that makes her frown.]

Oh, you have something on your face- [Reaching up to touch his cheek lightly.] Here, let me-

[Surprise kees. Oops.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ SURPRISE! He actually laughs into the kiss, grinning against her lips, because. You dork.

Even so. He wraps his arms around her where they stand, leaning down to meet her, grin shifting slightly to a very contended smile. ]