[BREAKING] Tram Announcement

KPS Tram

The morning is easy, perhaps one of the easiest of Drench life, where more flooding hasn’t occurred overnight, where people have been stuck inside their homes from evening curfew to morning curfew.

Everything seems like it’s about to be status quo, with the tram up and running and the bustling crowds of Drenchers trying to clamor onto it for their early shifts up on the Plates. Everyone is none the wiser to it, even as the tram starts to move, starting the morning commute just like any other day.

That is, until three minutes into the transit when there’s a quiet, dull clank – a sound not uncommon to hear with the trams these days – but it’s the light plinking sound that happens after it, paired with the sharp screech, that’s more of a worry. People inside begin to grow restless as the tram stops – not too abruptly. After all, nobody wants the people inside to be hurt. And they luckily aren’t as a speaker comes over the intercom.

“There is something wrong with the track, we will be returning to our departure point. There is no estimated timeframe as of right now for when the tram system will reopen.”

Some of the people within start to chatter about trying to make it to the elevators and stairs to get Plate-side for work, but are cut off as another announcement overtakes the tram system that sounds different from the automated robotic voice that had been there prior. “Stay home, take the day, relax. We will be giving an announcement shortly.” It’s a familiar enough voice – one of the Drench Kings undoubtedly. And suddenly everyone begins to wonder if this has become part of their plan.

As it stands right now, however, travel between the Plates and the Drench has come to a screeching standstill, with everyone waiting to see what the Drench Kings have to say.

KPS Tram

Announcements are quick to go out, keeping everyone from making the mistake of trying to get to the Plates. Up top side, there’s a flurry of motion, trying to figure out where the tram has faltered, where it has broken, and with nothing coming up just yet – the Drench Kings make their move.

Letters are sent from their personal runners up toward the Plates to the Mural Heads, all while a crowd begins to form by the entrance to the trams, and standing in front of the building are the three Drench Kings, united for the first time in years.

“Drenchers! Join us in protesting against curfew!” Comes the voice of Bralen from the megaphone they hold, their long hair drifting about their waist as they become the most animated out of the three while Serkli watches on and Bralen stands with his arms crossed, similarly to a bouncer awaiting the reactions of the Drenchers. “We’ve put up with the enforcement for far too long! They know who’s responsible for the Plate bombing, it’s just an excuse of power to keep us feeling small.” They pause, scanning each one of the Drenchers in the front row and trying to look past and beyond them.

“We are not small. We are many. We outnumber them. That is why they fear us and keep us down here, keep us from getting the precious help they can get in the sun for any illness that comes their way. Enough is enough!” The crowd of Drenchers start to cheer, whistles and whooping from the crowd heard as the energy begins to ramp up.

There are Enforcers here, but not enough to do anything about it other than report back topside of what is happening. The Drench Kings hope that it’ll aid in the cause of Plate side concessions. “We can fix the tram, but we will refuse to work for them until they give us what we want. Who’s with us?”