sonoftheatom:

Between reading Randolph Carter's diary forward, backward, and sideways and practicing inscribing the seal on multiple objects, Dinadan's been very, very busy lately. So busy that he almost forgot to get in contact with Cait about which bay had suddenly and mysteriously emptied itself of all sea creatures in preparation for the rise of the temple.

He's just calling it "the temple". Names have been known to have power, and he really doesn't want to attract any more attention than he undoubtedly already has.

But now he's pretty sure that he can do the seal in his sleep (and he's even carved it onto his sword -- it can't hurt), and there's no reason that he shouldn't call and every reason that he should.

He dials and hopes like hell he's got the right number.

dc_eldritch:

It happened one day. Bombs went off across the city and suddenly people got rounded up like cattle. One look at a Cthulu spawn and they were either screaming in utter insanity or on their knees in reverence. A couple of times men and women suddenly jumped each other coupling roughly on the roof of a car.

But they stopped and started to pick up all kinds of weapons. Most of them were improvised weapons.

The numerous Cthulu spawn who had been called up from the deep joined them. This city would be theirs by nightfall. They needed to finish it tonight.

Cthulu called to them.