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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
Wanda Maximoff | OTA
[Wanda knows negotiations are hopeless going in and shoots her friends on the team a dire look when they get closer to the Caducans. She says little in the meeting, expression almost distant although those who know her know exactly what she's up to.
She throws a shield down on her side of the table before the Caducans even properly draw their weapons.]
Run!
[Maintaining the shield is taking too much concentration for mind control on the level needed to just make them stop, but more than a few of their enemies find themselves slammed to the ground as Wanda covers the Moirans' retreat. Once out of the room, she ducks behind a column and gives the nearest person a Look: this is bad, I told you so, we have to go.]
We need to keep moving.
II. FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY | MOIRA
[It's mass chaos by the time Wanda returns to the Moira. She's feeling much less charitable by now, throwing the Caducans with more force than is strictly necessary. So many of them have already died and they would have stopped by now. It's hard to continue to sympathize when these are lines the twins never crossed.
And once again, just like on Emiri, Wanda has far fewer reservations about letting the darker side of her powers out. Rounding the corner, there's a small group of four Caducans just standing staring glassy-eyed into nothing.
Wanda could kill them all with a simple thought and twitch of her fingers but instead she just walks by them like they're beneath her notice.]
It won't last. Don't stay here.
III. AFTERMATH
[After the pulse, all that Wanda's mind can register is pain, though whether it's her own or everyone else's, she can't yet tell. She lies crumpled on the floor gasping and coughing, her hair hiding her hands from view for now.
This is a good thing, because she's going to be in for a shock once breathing isn't such a struggle.]
IV. LATER/WILDCARD
[Later, Wanda will be making a point to check in on her friends and can be found in what's left of her office if anyone is inclined to seek out the counselors.
Want something else? Hit me up at
III
He's used his magic to commit a taboo, and the crime is written on his arm and shirt. Red splatters on his hand, up his arm, and across his shirt. But when he sees Wanda, he momentarily forgets his own appearance.]
Are you okay?!
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Except when she raises her head to look at Asriel, her hair shifts to reveal glass gloves she'll have to deal with first, to say nothing of what's become of the scar on her palm.]
Asriel? [Her voice is not at normal strength; anything louder than this would hurt.] What happened?
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I-I...
[His voice comes out choked. He doesn't want to tell the truth. He knows exactly what he did.]
I... did something bad.
[His eyes flick up to Wanda's glass gloves.]
Your hands...
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Scarlet energy flickers to life to burn the glass gloves out of existence before Wanda's mind can get much farther than get them off me. At least they weren't her good combat gloves, just whatever she'd been able to get away with on the negotiations team.
But the why and the how can wait for later, when she's sure Asriel is as okay as he's going to get and after she's done something about the air. She crawls towards him gingerly, in case there are more tiny bits of glass.]
But are you all right? Are you hurt?
[It's hard to be as sympathetic towards your enemies when they've killed two of your closest friends.]
II
The Caducans do nothing. They don't raise their weapons. They don't even run. He's halfway to having JARVIS run scans, bewildered, when he sees Wanda round the corner as well.
It clicks, and he feels the hair stand up on the back of his neck. ]
Nice party trick.
[ He's glad the voice modulator masks some of how unnerved he probably sounds. ]
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Help me with them?
[Because while she could kill them with a wiggle of her fingers, she is not yet to the point where she's stopped caring completely. To the Ingress they go.]
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Seeing Wanda's mind control in action, that's just another to throw onto the heaping pile. ]
Right. How long can you hold them?
[ He's a little relieved that the answer is, presumably, "not forever". Even if that would be real damn convenient just now. ]
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[But no, she can't hold them entranced indefinitely. It's one of the few thing the Scepter could always do better than she can and along with mindwiping not something Wanda's cared to add to her arsenal.
However, she can start to divest one of his weapons and destroy them while he's powerless to stop her. Nevermind that what she's doing is making the laws of physics cry.]
How far is the Ingress?
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closed to Loki
But when she can barely run down a hallway without sending her entire system into overdrive, Wanda knows that something is actually wrong. Something in the air? But why is she the only one affected?
She is leaning against a column to catch her breath when one of the Caducans rounds a corner and levels some sort of gun at her. Unfortunately for all of them, Wanda is weakened but her powers are not. She gestures sharply, drags the woman to the ground gun-first.]
I saved you.
'You're a monster.'
[Wanda does not release her, but hurt flickers through her expression before it settles into something much more dangerous.]
Am I?
[The woman goes for a knife as Wanda approaches but the red holding her hand in place just spreads to bind all of her. Wanda lazily flicks a hand at her before releasing her and half-slumping into the wall. She hasn't run that far...why is she so wobbly?
They make a strange sight; Wanda trying to regain her composure and the Caducan woman staring into nothing with an expression of blank horror.]
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He catches the tail end of the drama, coming round the corner behind Wanda, wincing on her behalf at that accusation. When she slumps, he steps forward, hand to her shoulder, a concerned note in his voice he really didn't intend.]
Wanda? It's only me.
[He steps around her, into her field of view.]
We should get you out of here, I think.
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Are you all right? They've done something...
[Aliens with weird abilities to peer into the future just might be able to cook up something strong enough to mess with even an Asgardian, right? But she can tell even as she says it that Loki looks much steadier on his feet than she does.]
And we can't leave her here.
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I'm immune to more than most, and even things that might catch an Asgardian don't always catch me.
[Partly because at core, he's still Jotun, no matter what he looks like. For now, he pulls at Wanda's arm, getting it around his waist.]
I don't suppose you'd close your eyes for five minutes, would you?
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ii.
[ There's everything about this that doesn't sit right with him. Yes, they might be the ones invading their ship, and he's very aware of the fact that they most likely don't intend to take prisoners, but he hates the look in their eyes, he hates the mindless standing, the manipulation. It makes the bile rise in the back of his throat, but he falls into step beside her, reloading the tranquilising gun. He tries very hard not to think about it; how easy it seems for her to step all over them like they're ants.
He's been pulling punches all this time, knocking them out and shoving them into the Ingress whenever he can -- but now, here, there's something wrong with Wanda. Something different. ]
You okay?
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Bucky was about the last person she wanted to have to see all of this firsthand and Wanda has the decency to look at the floor instead of him. Oops.]
I'm fine. [No, she's not, but she's in no danger of overloading this time.] I think they did something to me on their ship, but I will be all right.
And you?
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Frowning at that comment, he can't help a flare of protectiveness. She's one of the first people who showed him kindness and understanding, and he doesn't forget -- she's also something quite like him, just a little. Bucky stops abruptly and sees her lie for what it is, concerned. ]
What did they do to you?
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[In reality, it has nothing to do with the Caducans and everything to do with the Ingress going weird, but while Wanda's connected the failure to her fuzzy memories, she had no reason to push herself physically until the Caducans broke negotiations. It made sense they would try - they saw what she could do when she helped them evacuate.]
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iv
Wanda is here at least and seemingly in one piece. That's the most important thing at the moment-- that's one less person to worry about, one more person safe.]
Wanda-- hey.
[He moves forward, intending every bit to go in for an embrace if she'll let him.]
You okay?
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She meets him halfway - of course she'll never turn away a hug from Billy.]
I'm fine. [Close enough; she's still alive even though that weakness is seeming to linger.] Did they hurt you?
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[No worse than many others, probably. His expression softens and he lets out a short sigh.]
I'm sorry about your office...
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[She has not been so lucky - if Billy's paying attention he might notice the fracture point scar on her right palm has turned a translucent blue.
Obviously Wanda finds it more disturbing than what's happened to her office. She is, unfortunately, used to living in the ruins of better times.]
Better the office than one of us. I can move.
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iii
Nothing had gone as planned, something Rey had expected from the get-go. But she hadn't expected everything to go quite so badly. A terrible negotiation and a shoddy rescue later, she's back on the Moira and trying to hurry back to her room so she can pick up BB-9 and subsequently a transport. She's decided to get off this damn ship and try to find a way back to her own galaxy. Maybe the Force will lead her there--she'd heard stories about that kind of thing before. And after everything that's happened to her, maybe it isn't such a stretch.
Except her plans are completely ruined when the Force shatters. At least, that's what it feels like. Something snaps at her mind, tearing and screeching in a way she can't hear but can certainly feel. Rey crumples, grabbing her head and trying to scream even though there isn't any air left in her lungs. The pain passes, but the confusion lingers. She gets to her feet, instinct taking over and telling her to move. She's vulnerable here, weakened, and can't stay. Unfortunately, her stumbling steps almost lead her right over someone else who seems to be in the same haze of pain. She doesn't want to call out--she wants to keep on moving. But something (that damn Force, most likely), makes her stop and focus her bleary gaze on the figure below.]
Hey! Hey, are you alright?
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Wanda tries to sit up, but something sharp grazes her palm and she quickly abandons that idea for now. No getting up until she can fully assess the situation.]
I'll be all right. I just need a minute.
[The main problem? Her gloves have turned to glass.]
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Do you--do you know what happened? I just suddenly... my head felt like it exploded.
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[But she also felt the shockwave in something deeper than her regular senses. This time, however, there doesn't seem to be any extra memory loss or haziness. She's not sure that's a good thing. There are plenty of things that have happened in the past 12 hours that Wanda would very much like to forget.
She may not trust sitting up yet, but she can turn her head. It's a little hard to see with her hair not completely out of her face, but there's definitely something wrong.]
What happened to your arms?
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