[ Starter for @mr-lightningbolt ;; Obstruction ]
There is an unusual spectacle in the road today, not too terribly long after the eclipse. One of the City's designated chauffeur vehicles and a small black truck are inching their way down the street at barely a quarter of the speed limit. There's something huge and white in the bed of the truck that dangles precariously out of it, the weight of the… object… causing the backend of the truck to dip and teeter dangerously with every groaning whine of the engine until it outright slides free with a metallic thump-thud-thump.
It's… a man, or something man-shaped at the very least. Whatever it is, it doesn't even twitch from the way it unceremoniously hits the pavement— much to the dismay of the driver and the car directly behind him.
The shape continues to just lay there in the middle of the road, stopping up traffic with its arms folded neatly over its chest.
Someone lays on their horn.
…Callisto does not get up.
