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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 promised glass samples, so glass samples he is here to deliver.

He's actually not sure where to find his roommate at first - he avoids medbay religiously, as a matter of course - but the sound of howled expletives and shattering ceramics quickly paves a convenient aural pathway. Handy.

Tony lets himself right in, and Adrien will probably be thrilled to see even more glass samples land in front of him. ]

Having fun?

[ Tony's got a barely tended-to gash above his right eye and the arc reactor is glowing far brighter than it should, but otherwise, he seems to have been spared the worst of the damage. Unlike just about everyone else. ]

[ It may have been a testament to just how deep into his own head he'd sunk that Adrien didn't realize Tony had joined him until the man spoke. He turned a fierce scowl at his roommate, though it truly wasn't directed at Tony, just a remnant of the temper within.

He looked over at the glass and between one breath and the next, Adrien nodded and leaned back against the counter. ]

Barrel of fun. Don't know why everybody wouldn't want to do this.

[ He said in the flat tone. Because they both knew that everybody was in this together.

Glancing up, as he rammed his fingers through his short hair, Adrien peered at the gash over Tony's eye, his own eyes narrowing slightly. ]

Did you at least get that cleaned out?

It stopped bleeding.

[ He... thinks? (It is definitely still bleeding). But he seems to think that's sufficient answer to the question, even if it's a barely concealed "nope". Getting his forehead cleaned and stitched hadn't felt like a priority when there are cyborgs running around with entirely crushed glass limbs. ]

Got any new glass parts? I hear it's going around.

Sit.

[ He pointed towards a chair and then turned to rummage through some drawers. They could call this multi-tasking? ]

No. I activated my ring when things began to go ... wonky. [ Wonky was a perfectly technical term, right? ]

Anything go glass on you?

[ Tony sighs in the most put-upon way he can manage, but sits. There's honestly no point to shooing Adrien off, and the guy could probably use a task that isn't mind-numbingly incomprehensible. ]

Well. [ He considers shrugging and playing it off, but since having a doctor around might end up being useful in the very near future... ] Results pending on that.

[ He taps the little blue circle as he says it, and it doesn't even sound right. Goddammit. ]

[ It was true. He'd just come back, like a gnat and he also knew where Tony lived.

Bottle of antiseptic in one hand and gauze in the other, he was prepared to start cleaning the hear injury when Tony tapped on the arc reactor. At first Adrien just stood there, looking confused but slowly comprehension took over and his eyebrows lifted before quickly furrowing. ]

The fuck?! Is it still functioning? [ He hunkered down on his heels, getting at arc reactor level and peering fiercely at the blue circle. Not that he could tell if it was doing anything more than ... glowing blue? ]

[ Deadpanned artfully, ] If it weren't, I would be very, very dead.

[ It's a small miracle, all things considered. If he had to guess, the housing and components have been glassed, but the element and the magnet itself must have survived unscathed. He can't really know until he pulls the thing out and looks at it.

That can wait. He's not dealing with that right now. ]

Like death isn't weird as fuck around here? [ Okay .. it was a weak reply but he couldn't let the snark go unanswered.

Rubbing his hand over his face, Adrien looked on the verge of having another explosion of temper but he took a couple of breaths and looked down at the disinfectant and gauze in his hand. ]

Lets get that head wound cleaned and dressed so you don't have to work with blood dripping in your eyes.

[ He muttered quietly as he began to work the top off the bottle.

Then, as if he couldn't allow the quiet to linger for too long, he asked. ]

Your group making any progress?

Edited 2016-07-04 00:09 (UTC)

[ He'd rather not think too hard about death right now. His expression darkens for a moment and he doesn't even have some quip prepared for the comment about the state of his forehead.

Ah, well. ]

Depends on how you define "progress". I know that life support isn't going to blink out in the next four hours, and the engines, by some miracle, are still mostly working.

[ He doesn't like admitting to being bested, but this situation is... a definite first. And it's such a huge ship. It will take weeks to assess all of the damage. ]

[ Antiseptic on gauze, Adrien laid one hand on Tony's head to carefully tilt the wound up towards the light, as he began to dab and clean. His approach was methodical, thorough, though perhaps not 'sweet nurse gentle' as Stark was used too. ]

Good news on life support, at least for the time being. Have you been able to get a complete visual on the engines?

[ He knew the ship was large. He also knew that Tony's quick mind would have prioritized where to put their available eyes and resources first and Adrien assumed the engines would be high on that list.

Though his next question was asked in a softer tone, less ... certain. ]

Any idea about the composition of this glass?

[ Tony hisses in protest at the burn of the antiseptic, but otherwise holds still. Maybe he's being uncharitable, but Adrien seems like he'd be the 'vindictive doctor' type. ]

Gimme a week of no sleep and I'll have a complete visual on the engines. [ The Moira's engines are larger than some entire spacecraft. It's amazing, but also terribly inconvenient at times like this. ] We're just lucky so many of the glassed components are still working, by some miracle of science and engineering. But there's no telling how long they'll keep working.

[ Glass taking on the workload of what had previously been steel is downright laughable, no matter how durable the glass. It's gonna keep him up at night. ]

I haven't even had time to dissect the stuff. I figured that's what you were doing.

[ He'd tip his head in the direction of the discarded samples, but Adrien's currently going to town at his forehead, so he just flicks them a meaningful glance instead. ]

[ He's actually gotten a lot better about being the vindictive doctor type. But it was true, early on his career he fit that mold to a T.

Now, he just kept worked, ignoring the hiss but at the same time trying to be quick and thorough so as not to drag out the process for too long. ]

I would like to say 'but they worked on the Caducian ship'. However, I suspect the point of concern is where glass is connected to metal and the structural integrity of those joints?

[ In response to the meaningful glance and comment about dissecting the stuff, Adrien took a deep breath and released it slowly through his nose. ]

We're trying. Right now we're still scrambling to get a full update on the ship's personnel. Who is affected, how they are affected, if there are any who are in immediate danger of serious injury or death.

[ Did he glance down at the shiny blue orb when he said that? Maayyybbee. ]

In between the cases coming through the door, we work on R&D.

[ He was done putting antiseptic on open wounds. Just a few brushes of the gauze to clean off the worst of the encrusted blood. Next came a search for butterfly bandaged. ]

Edited (duplicated words eeeewwww) 2016-07-05 14:38 (UTC)

Your suspicions are correct. Not to mention the havoc that can be wrought on a system when half of its materials suddenly change composition. Did you know it's a miracle we're not all dead?

[ It's a miracle they're not all dead. He wrinkles his nose at the brush of the gauze, but he's being obedient. ]

I can take some samples over to Banner later. He probably has better equipment for this than medbay does, and he doesn't have his hands full trying to put a spaceship or its crew back together. I'm not sure I even wanna know what kinds of stuff you've already seen.

Dead yet at least. [ Adrien amended with a wry turn of his lips. It may be a morbid statement, definitely not 'glass half full' sentiment but he tended to think of himself as practical.

Butterfly bandages located, Adrien pulled the edges of the cut together and began to apply them. It probably wasn't particularly comfortable but it should go faster than stitches at least. ]

Hey, don't knock my equipment. Remember, you helped me drag most of this shit off the Collective's hands.

[ However, he wasn't saying no to getting samples into the hands of as many of their resident genius types as possible. ]

I'm being optimistic. Let me ha— Ow- are these bandages really even necessary? Sadistic asshole, it's a cut. Jesus.

[ We got this far before the bitching set in. He deserves a gold star. ]

Anyway, look, your toys are real nice, I'm not dissing your Hot Wheels. But a science lab is a science lab. It's always gonna be my favorite.

If I was a sadistic asshole I'd have insisted on stitches. My knitting is shit. [ Actually, he could put in tiny stitches that left barely a scar ... when he wanted too. ] Sit still or one of these is going in your eye.

[ Tony gets the bitching right back and despite the wriggling target, Adrien continues to work at closing the wound. ]

Look I always knew I was the mistress hidden in the closet. [ He snarked back, before he paused and some of the fight went out of him. ] I know you, Tony. I don't know Banner.

[ I don't trust Banner. ]

[ The implication is pretty clear, even if Adrien doesn't outright voice it. Tony can't blame him for it, either, because he's exactly as skeptical of strangers until given a very compelling reason not to be. ]

You said you knew about the Avengers Initiative, didn't you? Will it instill deeper faith in the science department if I tell you Banner was one of us, is damn smart even by my standards, and I've trusted him with my life before? [ Adrien has an inkling of what a paranoid fucker Tony is. ] I haven't been made to regret it yet.

[ Unlike letting Adrien treat this wound, which he is now petulantly regretting. ]

[ Stop whining, Stark, you're pretty face will be just as dashing once this wound heels. The butterfly bandages were now in place and Adrien had only to clean up the rest of it, then he could spring Tony with a couple of aspirin.

At the comments on Banner, he frowned (more deeply than usual) and gave his head a small shake. ]

I have no doubt he's as good at his job as you suggest. I have faith in the science department on this ship to be doing it's job the best it can. [ Giving Tony's face one more wipe, Adrien leaned back and fiddled with the half soiled gauze in his hand. He could anticipate the follow-up question and decided to save them both the trouble by answering it now. ]

I know you, Tony. I have an understanding of how you think and I trust that you are listening when I say something and I ... trust you to have my back; not just the crews'.

[ This was a big admission for Adrien, who didn't trust many people on a personal level. ]

All I know about Banner is you've had to tranq him through all this, and that a loss of control on his part was a thread that brought us here. I respect your faith in him, Tony and that is what helps me believe in the science department, but Banner is an unpredictable element because while I believe you when you say he's the best at what he does, I don't trust that he'll always be capable of coming through when we need him.

[ Which made Banner an unpredictable variable and when you were trying to navigate impossible situation, the unpredictable had to be accounted for with a wide range of scenarios. Which you could never fully trust. ]

Edited 2016-07-12 17:16 (UTC)

[ For a moment it looks like he's trying to rein his frustration in; it's a perfectly understandable position for pretty much anyone to take, and Tony knows it. It's sorta like being back home - not in a good way - and it's how he knows there's no point arguing it, not when he remembers the Avengers themselves doubting Banner as heavily as they did.

Tony's faith in him had always been the exception rather than the rule. ]

Fortunately for you, his skill in the lab is all you need to trust right now anyway.

Fortunately for all of us. [ Adrien returned.

He didn't push any further on the subject of Banner. He knew the man was someone from Tony's world and Tony was right, he knew about the Avenger Initiative. There were things he knew about some of those people, which he was very careful not to speak about.

But Rogers, Barnes ...

Anyway back to the here and the now. ]

There. Now you shouldn't be in danger of bleeding into your work. [ He remarked, stepping back. The motion brought his attention down to the glow of the arc reactor. His lips flattened as he bit back voicing further concern; he knew Tony wouldn't welcome it and all it would serve to do was highlight how much neither of them understood of their current situation.

Frustrating, indeed. ]

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