Sign Ups/OOC ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The whole bridge was alive with colour, whirling with movement as dancers spun back and forth across the wide road. The procession to mark the flare was a huge event, although nobody down below seemed quite sure why – perhaps it had something to do with growing concerns about the age of the solar system’s central star. Everyone made a lot more fuss about the sun nowadays. It was probably just a fad, a mass hysteria like all that talk about time travel a few years ago. Nothing had ever come of it. Artemis was not at home here on the high bridge, looking out across the city from above. It made her feel somehow exposed, as though something might swoop down from above at any moment. What with the new curfew laws in the city, she thought bitterly, that was almost a legitimate concern. “Not so far, Ange,” she called quietly, and her sister turned back to give her a pleading look from amongst the revellers. Angel had absolutely insisted on being here, right at the centre of the festivities. They weren’t doing anything wrong, but if any of these upper-class snobs took exception to their presence, they’d probably get arrested anyway. Society was all about equal opportunities, which was probably great if you were lucky enough to be counted as a member of said society. Unfortunately, the majority of slum-dwellers owned nothing, contributed nothing and were less than people in the eyes of the law… “Don’t be so miserable.” Angel pulled a silly little face up at her sister, and Artemis couldn’t help but smile. She grimaced back good-naturedly, and then grinned. “All right, you can dance in the parade,” she conceded. “Just don’t annoy anyone.” Angel span away, but all of a sudden a hush fell over the assembled crowd. Everyone waited with bated breath as the master of ceremonies stood on his parade float, arms spread wide, beaming. Nothing happened. The crowd seemed to be in raptures anyway, gazing anywhere but at the sun, manic smiles on their faces as the radiation hit. The sun might even have increased in brightness, just for a moment. Then a scream split the air and Artemis moved without thinking, pushing through the crowd. Somehow she knew instantly that it was her sister, although the pitch of the sound was rising and people were beginning to cower, shielding their ears. No human could screech like that; it was a sound of pure avian terror. She shoved the last person out of the way and found Angel curled in a little ball on the ground, writhing. Not knowing what to do, she put her hand on her sister’s back, between the shoulder blades, and immediately recoiled as she felt something moving under the shirt. A lump had formed, making the whole Ange’s back look hunched and misshapen. Arty couldn’t get a grip on what was happening, and she didn’t try to. All she knew was that they had to get out of there, and fast. She scooped Angel up and, taking advantage of the fact that people were still reeling away from the shrieking, began to run down the bridge.