thisavrou_log | ( july event log )

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( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 2nd and on
Where: The Moira + Caducan ship
What: The crew prepare to fight the Caducans.
Warnings: Death, Body Horror. Please label your content!

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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.

☄ Step 2: Offense & Defense

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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[ Tony probably would've hunted Bruce down earlier, but there's so much that needs doing right now. The ship is a mess. The people are a mess. It doesn't even occur to him that Bruce would be anything but fine, given he'd been holed up in a safety cage for the entire fight, until a day or two after all the dust has settled. Then a strange feeling of foreboding carries him to where he figures he's most likely to find him.

And he's right, of course. He usually is.

Tony watches from the doorway for a moment, observing the way Bruce tiptoes around with exhausting caution, the way he uses his hands to figure out where he is and what he's doing. Tony's smart. He figures it out in seconds.

He also figures out these computers aren't very accessible to the blind.

Then he's leaving again before Bruce even knows he's there, retrieving one of his laptops from where they'd (fortunately) survived the chaos, albeit with a few glass keys, and waltzes his way back into the science department without bothering to announce himself. Bruce probably can't tell who's let themselves in and deposited something heavy on a nearby table until a familiar British voice pipes up: ]

Good evening, Doctor Banner.

[ For his part, Tony just waits, watching, arms crossed. The glassy look to Banner's eyes tells him everything, no questions required. ]

[ Bruce can definitely hear someone coming in, but he doesn't ask who it is, he acts as if he doesn't notice it even if it's obvious by the tension taking over his shoulders that he does. He's just hoping it's not yet another person coming in to check up on him, to see the poor state he's in and throw some more pity onto the pile. He can do without.

Luckily the other person says nothing, which helps in ignoring them altogether. That is, until something's set down on a table near him and a familiar voice rings through the silence. ]

JARVIS. [ He can't help but smile; in fact he lets out a chuckle that's a mix of pleasant surprise and comforting familiarity. ] Hi. Didn't know you were around.

[ In the meantime, Bruce's turned in his seat just enough that he's more or less facing Tony, glassed eyes aimed in his general direction. ]

Figured you two could use a playdate. [ Tony says by way of greeting, tactfully not addressing the obvious reasons why he's loaning Bruce his natural language UI. ] All of my work's going to be elementary nuts and bolts - and glass - for the foreseeable future. Not a lot of interesting stuff for J to do.

[ Which is only half true, all things considered. Helping people with cybernetics that have been damaged is certainly not elementary work, nor is some of the more complex damage to the engines, but he's not going into all that. And he's not thinking about or even addressing the way the little device in his chest has turned almost entirely to glass.

He'll deal with that later.

For now, Bruce needs JARVIS as much as anybody, and it's not like Tony doesn't have the AI in every single one of his devices, anyway. ]

[ Tony doesn't need to address the reasons why, Bruce knows all too well why he's doing it. Normally it's the kind of thing that would leave him a little upset, because in a way it comes from a place of pity and he's had enough of that so far, but at the same time, it's a really nice gesture, and Bruce does appreciate it. He can't even lie and say that it won't be an extreme help to have a voice interface around the lab right now. ]

Thank you, Tony. [ That's as honest and grateful a tone as Bruce can manage, which is to say a lot. But he doesn't want to make things weird for Tony either, so he follows that with a lighter remark, though not devoid of genuine interest. ]

Not to be greedy or anything, but any chance you could set him up at the lab on a more permanent basis?

[ He has to suppress a smile, not that Bruce can see it anyway. It's a perfectly reasonable request; JARVIS isn't just an advanced UI, not anymore. He's essentially an additional scientist for all that he has to offer. ]

I could, but then I'll get to know every little thing you guys are doing down here. He'd never keep secrets from me.

[ And the stoic-but-somehow-still-sarcastic rejoiner: ] Doctor Banner, would you prefer your findings presented as a newsletter or hourly status update?

Hm... tough choice.

[ Said to Tony as much as to JARVIS, and he manages to pull a mock-thoughtful hum. It's a little weak, but at least this is better than sitting around feeling sorry for himself. ]

How about every twenty minutes? Just to really annoy Tony. [ Because really, there's no work he does here he'd want to keep secret from Tony— or anyone, for that matter. Save maybe for the Hulkbuster armor. ]

[ Tony sniffs, unimpressed. ]

As if a constant stream of cutting edge information would do anything but get my scientific jollies off.

[ Honestly now... honestly. ]

Assuming you can get me some overrides, I can get him set up as soon as I'm sure this glass bucket isn't going to fall out of the purely hypothetical sky. [ Tony taps his hand against the laptop so Bruce can hear it. ] But I'll let you take the rental for a spin in the meantime.

You say that now. Wait until you can't get a solid hour of sleep.

[ Not that Bruce would work to that end, of course. He does want Tony to get his sleep. In fact he knows how Tony can get when he doesn't sleep, so it's paramount that he does. Especially while they're stuck here.

Which is funny coming from a guy who has survived the past few days on dozing off for random thirty-minute periods while leaning on a couch. ]

You've got a deal, then. [ For now, this'll do very nicely. The voice interface is especially useful for however long he's like this. Assuming it's not permanent. ] How are you doing? Did the Ingress get you too, or are you one of the lucky few?

[ Joke's on everyone, there is no sleep in Tony Stark's future at all, and the bar is gone. Enjoy dealing with that.

Tony's uncharacteristically silent while he mulls over the question. He comes to a decision while scrutinizing the extent of the damage to Bruce's eyes. ]

None of my organic bits, anyway. [ Bruce is smart; it's not like Tony has more than one inorganic bit, even if it also happens to be terrifyingly, vitally important to his survival. ] I'm calling it lucky.

[ Because, again: he could be in Bruce's position. ]

[ Bruce will get him alcohol himself if it gets to that. He's a patient man but even his patience has limits. Very tangible limits, actually. ]

Organic bits? [ Tony's assessment would be correct, and Bruce is smart; smart enough that a second's pause is enough for him to figure out what Tony means by that. ] The reactor.

[ He nearly lifts a hand to blindly reach for it, but then that'd be way weird. So he'll just stay put. ] Is it still working?

I don't think I'd be alive to bitch about it if it weren't.

[ The more he makes light of it the less it'll actually bother him, see. Business as usual. This always works. ]

You got anything besides the - [ well ] obvious?

Right, obviously. My bad.

[ He shakes his head at his own question, though he's still concerned it might stop working at any moment. But then that's true for himself too, because his eyes? That he can live without. The rest... is a little more complicated.

He lets out a bitter chuckle at the question, trying to make light of his own situation when he answers. ]

My heart, actually. Coincidentally enough.

[ Bruce can enjoy imagining the mental record scratch that goes here. ]

—Your heart?

Right.

[ Oh yes, he's imagining it pretty vividly. As he is the look Tony's giving him right now. ]

It's working too, for the record. Evidently.

Yeah, obviously.

[ How does a glass heart work? Probably about as well as a glass arc reactor, and evidently better than glass eyes, thank fuck for that. ]

The 'fragile glass heart' imagery is nice and provocative and all, but have you seen anyone in medbay about it?

[ It's bad if Tony Stark is telling you to go to a doctor. ]

[ Well, the alternative would be he'd either die or lose complete control and hulk out, so he's kind of fine with the way things are right now. He'll take being blind over being a monster any day, thank you very much. ]

I was there when it happened, so yes. I got it looked at. There's just not much that can be done about it.

[ No cure yet, and Bruce isn't risking getting into one of the cryo units like this, not right now anyway, and not while he's like this. He could very well never wake up again, and for now he can still try to find a solution for the ship-melding issue. ]

[ Good god. Bruce can't see Tony rub a frustrated hand over his face, but maybe it's obvious from the brief silence that follows. He's seen cyborgs and Cybertronians in pieces, people with glass limbs and eyes and wounds, and now hearts...

And he thought worrying about the Moira itself was bad enough. ]

Hey. [ Conversationally, in a morbid kind of way: ] I just had a brilliant idea, bear with me: friendship medical bracelets that say "dear god, please no chest compressions," what do you think? I could machine them in like a half hour. Guaranteed to be stylish.

[ He can easily imagine it, being used to Tony's little quirks and mannerisms by now, but he doesn't say anything to it. It's an unsettling thing to hear, he realizes, and him saying it's fine doesn't really make it any better.

But this is Tony, and of course Tony of all people would put a humorous spin to all of it. Bruce's lips stretch into a genuine grin, and he lets out a soft chuckle in honest amusement. ]

You wear yours, and I'll wear mine.

[ Always count on Bruce to not only run with his black humor, but actually get something out of it. This is why he's better company than Cap, let's be real. ]

I'm holding you to that. No take-backs, you'll break my heart.

[ A very long beat. ]

... That play on words wasn't intentional.

[ Yes well, Steve's an old man who can't appreciate Tony's dry, sarcastic and often inappropriate sense of humor. But Bruce definitely can, and he does. ]

Alright. [ Still chuckling in amusement at the unintended pun. ] I'll wait until there's no risk of that being a very literal consequence. How about that?

Hey, I'll take what I can get.

[ Tony can't help wondering if there'll ever be a time when that's not a risk of being a literal consequence - how do you fix glass organs? - but he's not voicing those thoughts because he's not even indulging them. No way in hell. ]

In the meantime I'll just bug you to figure out the composition of this glass for me. You've got all the better toys.

[ Bruce nods. ] I've been trying to do that with the one on my face, but it's not easy. I can't exactly collect a sample in a safe way either, but if you can get me that, I should be able to do something with it. Especially with this guy helping me.

[ He lowers a hand to where he knows the laptop is, almost perfectly managing to tap lightly at one of its corners. Not that he wouldn't be able to use the machinery in this place by himself, but having JARVIS will definitely make things much easier. He'll have someone to guide him through what he has to do, telling him which buttons (not) to press, and someone who can likely start up any programs without Bruce having to do much. Basically, making sure he doesn't accidentally blow up a portion of the ship or something equally dramatic. ]

Yeeeaaah, sorry, I'm not gonna bring you anybody's glass eyeballs or fingers or whatever.

[ The whole thing skeeves him the hell out, and he's vaguely terrified that anyone who breaks, shatters, or loses glass pieces will find themselves less those selfsame pieces whenever they figure out how to fix this mess. His interest is exclusively with glass that used to be metal; he'll let those poor bastards down in med bay worry about the organics. ]

But I can get you as many samples from the engines as you want, since that's what I'm most concerned about. This machine that's keeping all of us alive? Is currently being held together by a bunch of glass menagerie animals. It's freaking me out.

What? Jesus, no. I don't want that either, are you crazy? I was talking about some non-organic part of the ship that's been turned to glass. [ A beat. ] If I wanted to test organic parts I'd just do it on myself.

[ Well, he could easily make use of his eyelids, probably? And he'd be fine? Okay this train of thought is Bad and Kind Of Creepy. ]

That's excellent. I was wondering how much the engines and other machinery might've been affected. I think the mess hall's gone, too? Do you know the state of the med bay? Or the navigation room? The hull— any outer area of the ship that's affected?

[ In the meantime JARVIS seems to have taken the liberty to save up all the information he gets from this conversation, as well as logging into whatever is documented in the ship's systems. Should take no time at all for Bruce to get a current and accurate report on the extent of the damage. ]

Med bay seems to be mostly in one piece, sorta like this place. Lucky for us.

[ It feels a little sick to call anything about this situation "lucky", but the fact it, this all could've been so much worse. It's a goddamn miracle they're even alive to have this conversation. ]

All I can tell you about the engines is that they're structurally compromised, but functioning, and navigation is probably in roughly the same shape.

The hull... don't make me think about the hull.

[ It's amazing he hasn't already had an anxiety attack over this nonsense, and it probably shows in the tightness of his voice. ]

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