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the glass menagerie
"I want the world to be fragile. There is no place to hide a dark heart."
After the missive from the people aboard the vessel carrying those from Caducus Secondary, the Moira is alive with preparations for defending the ship. No matter how big or small, each individual is entrusted with the responsibility of protecting themselves and their fellow crew members at all costs. With the Captains having divided them into teams to devise appropriate Plans of Action, they have decided to merge all the ideas into a singular strategy and have relayed it to the entirety of the crew via the MID. Everyone has been given a vital part to play, and although the Captains realize that some aboard are passive, now isn’t the time to be idle. Now is the time for action.
☄ Step 1: Negotiate & Infiltrate
With this part of the plan enacted, a small number of those who have volunteered to attempt negotiations have been heard by the Caducans and have been temporarily “invited” to board their vessel. However, due to this highly stressful situation, a portion of the offensive team have been asked to accompany them in order to disable as much of the opposing ship and its crew to force them to evacuate onto the Moira. Regardless of time and what reparations are offered, negotiations ultimately fail. The Caducans want the debt of their planet to be paid by the people of the Moira with their very lives. While boarded with the Caducans, they will attempt to incapacitate the negotiation party through violent means, and it will be the responsibility of this particular team to attempt disengage the Caducans’ ship to prevent it from attacking the Moira. However, despite all efforts to sabotage their systems, the ship itself shuts its primary units into Lockdown Mode.
All Moirans are forced to make a decision: stay and be shut inside an unfamiliar ship with the remaining Caducans who are still out for blood or make an attempt to flee to the emergency escape units on that ship with the other Caducans who have used them to head straight for the Moira. Meanwhile, back on the Moira, the crew must work to secure the ship against the incoming assault by the Caducans after having left their ship via emergency escape units. This means that some of the defense team will have disabled the gunnery to make it look as if the Moira is defenseless and secure the rest of the area with those on the offense team. There is no place for mercy; the Caducans will board the ship through the Cargo Bay. They are not interested in granting it to the crew after all the losses they suffered at Caducus Primary. The only choice will be to fight for their lives (kill or be killed) or find a way to lure the Caducans into the Ingress room to send them to some unknown place where they will no longer be a threat. The Captains have given all members of the crew leave to use whatever means necessary to protect both themselves and the ship’s systems from the invaders. Failure is not an option.☄ Step 3: ???? & Step 4: Profit
In the aftermath of the fight, the Moira is in a state of devastation. Bodies of the Caducans as well as some of the Moira’s own crew can be found in the hallways. Those who were stuck aboard the Caducan ship have either been rescued or rescue attempts are underway. This is the time to recover, to calculate what has been lost and come together as the crew the Captains have wanted since the Ingress had brought them aboard. Any and all Medbay personnel will be at the crew’s disposal, though the Captains will be focusing their attention on the Ingress room and what has become of it after having thrown so many people inside it.
The Ingress technology is broken. Various events on planets and on the ship have shown that fixing it is near impossible, and that it is entirely unpredictable in nature. The Moira’s Ingress had recently turned off, sending the ship into a slight freefall before it restored and righted itself. Hours after sending the remaining Caducan crew members through the Ingress, the swirling blue light goes still and emits a pulse that ripples out in waves as far out around the ship as a few miles. For one lingering breath, it’s impossible to move, a near blinding light surrounding every crew member. The rush of wind is the only sound that can be heard. Moments later, every Moiran, even those that were on the Caducan ship, are now in the same place. The Ingress has malfunctioned, causing time and space to overlap—the two ships have twisted together into something unseemly and new. ☄ Shattered & Swept Aside
Parts of the Moira have ceased to exist. Areas of the ship have become crystalline and transparent. There are rooms that were never there before. The Mess Hall is gone, replaced by a single empty room devoid of all furniture. The tree at the center of the garden is still there exactly as it was except it is now made of glass. The floors are a jarred mess of glass and steel, and there is broken glass littering the ship. The air filtration systems are going into overdrive to clear out the miniscule particles floating everywhere. So, sometimes, too deep a breath may end with inhaling shards of glass. The clothing you’re wearing might have turned to glass, doors are sealed shut, and it’s hard to discern where the Moira starts and the Caducan ship ends.
Everyone has only one job: be careful of the glass. ☄ We Break Fast, We Are Glass
The crystalline glass that is woven into the ship is now possibly a part of the crew. The transition from skin to glass might be painful or feel as if it’s always been that way. Hair has turned to glass, and arms, eyes, patches of skin or entire bodies are now transparent and reflect light. Joints may be stiff, or flex and move as good as they did before. If a crystalline hand is smashed against a wall it might break, or dent steel. For those who need medical attention, all staff have been summoned to the Medbay once more to help their fellow crew. Prosthetics and coverings will be made and offered to ensure that the glass doesn’t get broken or to prevent further breakage. Crew may assist each other in finding a way to remove the glass, or leave it as it is until a permanent solution can be found.
( ooc; When it comes to barracks, each player can decide if their room has ceased to exist for the event or not. Characters that have roommates need to decide together what they’d prefer. The amount of glass that a character has turned to is up to the player, as well as if it is painful or uncomfortable in any way. For questions, please go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! ) ( Other helpful links: Original Negotiation Plan | Defense Plan | Offense Plan ) |
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thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am
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Asriel's voice is small, a little scared as he clings onto Toriel's hand desperately. Every loud noise earned a flinch, every body they came across got him to stumble just a little.
"The fighting is getting closer."
There's gunfire nearby, and it sends a sharp chill down Asriel's spine. He remembers what it feels like to get attacked by a gun, and it's not something he wants to experience again.
Or have any of his family experience it either.
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"We'll be safe soon." She can lock the door, lock her children away from this. "Please, if you can call Frisk and Chara- we need to find them."
Toriel assumes the MID's work still, assumes and hopes.
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"Chara- Frisk- are you there? Where are you? We need to meet up and head someplace safe-"
His voice is cut off by a yelp as a gunshot rings out from the next room over.
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Another gunshot rings out followed closely by a scream, then silence. A refugee emerges, pausing at the sight of the two monsters in the hall. The gun in her hand fills in the blanks. The anger on her face only writes in what lay in their future.
"Stay back." Toriel warns, baring her teeth in a snarl. Fire burns at her finger tips and she does not hesitate to summon her magic in a wave of fire, attempting to frighten the refugee back into the room.
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He knows exactly what's going to happen to them.
"Mom-" Asriel's voice is high, desperate. "Mom, please - let's just run!"
His hand reaches to paw at her dress. They could still make it if they run now, all they had to do is get moving right now-
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"Asriel-" She pushes Asriel forward, keeping her body between him and the refugee. "Go- we're going." She doesn't disagree with the idea of running, not at all. The boss monster simply intends on keeping Asriel out of sight.
The first shot is fired and misses. Toriel startles but pushes on. "Keep moving."
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Please please please just let them get away...
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Toriel finally whips around to face the refugee and with as much force as she can manage she shoves the woman back with her wall of fire into the side of the doorway. The gun goes off for the final time. This time the aim is true.
Toriel feels almost disconnected from herself when she realizes she's been shot. She does not bleed, she simply has dust leak from her chest.
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Except he's the only one moving.
Asriel turns quickly to find the refugee pushed back, and a sight the sends cold, horrific shock through every part of his body.
"Mom?"
He slides out from her side, dust pouring from an open chest wound at an alarming rate. It's over. There's nothing he or she can do to stop it.
No no no no NO NO PLEASE NO NO
He reaches a hand up to try and press it up against the wound. He can hold it like this and it'll stop, won't it? Won't it?
Won't it?
...Won't it?
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It's not even the scene he was expecting.
Toriel was strong. Stronger than all of them, really. The strength of boss monsters, their endurance, the robustness of their souls -- it was stuff of legend. If anyone were to make it through this, Sans would have bet everything he had on it being her.
So when he turns a corner into the hall, in time to catch one of the Caducans reloading, it takes him a moment to contextualize just what he's seeing. Even so, a matter of seconds is all it takes. Sans raises a hand, bones rising from the ship floor to skewer the woman through the chest.
"Toriel!" His voice is hoarse, unaccustomed to shouting. In another second, he appears from down the hallway to where Asriel lay beside her. Eye sockets wide with panic and illuminated by the flame, it's clear to see now that Papyrus's dust was still fresh and powdery on his hands and jacket.
"It's okay, Asriel, stay between us." He orders, rubbing his hands together, trying to generate any healing magic. "Tori, you with me?"
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Her head jerks up at Sans arrival, when did she hit the floor? She doesn't even remember. "Sans- don't, don't waste your magic on me." The dust on his jacket doesn't go unnoticed, it makes her feel heavier. "I need you to keep Asriel safe. Keep all of them safe."
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"No-"
Her request is a final one, he can tell that much. But Asriel's desperation causes him to look up at Sans with a pleading expression in his eyes.
"Sans, please use magic - you can heal her, right?!"
He turns back to Toriel, trying to cling to her a little more. She's becoming less solid the more he tries to hold onto her.
"Mom, I can learn healing magic too, right? Just show me real quick! I'll... I'll use it..."
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There was no fighting dirty with healing magic. You focused your energy and you did it -- and how long it took depended entirely on how strong your output. Cheating death was as impossible as everyone said it was.
He let his hands fall to his sides, heavy and numb. There was nothing he could do, and he knew it. Her words came in as if through cotton, followed up by Asriel's pleas. It takes him a beat too long to respond to either of them.
"Tori, I--please don't do this." It's a stupid, selfish thing to ask. He's not even sure what he's asking. "I suck at promises, you know that, so you gotta stick around."
cw: death
Sans is lost in his own thoughts, that much she knows. She can't blame the skeleton. Death is never easy to handle, not like this. No matter how much death one sees, it never gets easier. Sans and Asriel have seen so much death already, it makes her angry she has to inflict more on either of them. If she had been faster, smarter- whatever doubts she has are gone quickly enough.
She doesn't have time to waste on self pity.
"Sans, I do not have a choice." She's already crumbling, only will power has kept her stable enough to last this long. No matter how much she wants to live, she can't force it much longer. "You don't need to promise, just keep an eye on them. I'll be back."
This place has brought others back from the dead, she will hold out hope it does the same for her. "Be good, both of you. Stay safe."
She offers Asriel a gentle squeeze before she loses the battle against the inevitable. Toriel cracks into dust, piece by piece she is gone. In her wake is a grey soul struggling in the air before it divides in two and joins the rest of the dust on the floor.
cw: death
"No..."
The words come out choked, disbelieving. Tears form at the corner of his eyes, swelling up and dripping down his face in thick waves. Even if his heart knows that she's gone, his mind is still racing.
"No no no no, mom, you can't-"
He paws at the dust uselessly, trying to (what? Put her back together?) pull it closer. When he finally turns his head to Sans, the expression he wears is something lost and broken.
"Sans, you - you haven't used any of your magic yet! Use it right now! Hurry, or she's gonna..."
Even as he begs, he knows it's far too late.