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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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"Fuck, mate. You alright?"
He drops to his knees beside them, hands outstretched to try and find out where the blood's coming from. Eggsy sees that his hands have turned to glass, and he raises his eyes slowly to meet the strangers. He's not sure what to say or do other than to offer some help of some kind.
"Wanna go to medical?"
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Accepting help from anyone is difficult, especially someone Len doesn't know. But sitting here in the hallway isn't doing him any good, and he obviously isn't going anywhere under his own power soon. "Probably ain't a bad idea," he says slowly. But what can anyone in the medbay do about limbs that have transformed into glass? He flexes his fingers briefly, suppressing a wince as the joints grind and shift.
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"Let's go, yeah?"
He stands up quickly, looking at the stranger briefly before making a decision. Eggsy tugs his jacket off, then bends down to help the man stand up with a hand to his back and elbow. Once standing, he'll shake out his jacket a bit to get his attention.
"I dunno what's goin' on, but them hands of yours look breakable as fuck. We should wrap 'em up or somethin'. Just till we get to Medbay."
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It takes him a moment to register what the man is proposing; odd, for him, to be non-observant. He must have hit his head harder than he thought. He considers, but shakes his head, tucking his glass hands under his arms. "I'll take my chances, thanks." Having his hands bound up, even loosely, is not something he'd particularly care to do.
A pause... hopefully this kid won't press the issue. "You got a name, kid?"
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He's not one to force anyone to do anything they don't want to do, especially not when they've just gone through something this serious.
"Eggsy Unwin. Nice to meet ya."
He slips his jacket back on, gesturing towards his own head before taking a step down the hall. The upper portion of his hair has turned to glass, it doesn't hurt, but his head feels heavy and he's off balance. Eggsy stays close, but tries not to crowd Len.
"I got lucky. Well, least I think I did. Only my hair's gone glassy."
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Glancing over, he nods fractionally at Eggsy's mention of his own glass transformation. "Yeah, looks like you got off easy. It happening to a lot of people 'round here?" If this was widespread, surely there would be some remedy, something to be done about it. Len won't start to think about what might happen if his hands are... like this, permanently. He can't. It's not possible.
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Eggsy runs his hand over his hair, flinching despite the fact that it's not actually painful, just strange. He figures he got off easy, sure, but he still has no idea what's going on or why.
"I dunno how deep the glass goes and my head's heavy, but it don't hurt so I count that a win, yeah?"
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He glances over at Eggsy's head and smirks a bit, trying to focus on something besides the pain in his own arms. "Could always shave your head."
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To Eggsy, that's the most important thing. Secure the other crew, eliminate the threat, then ask all the questions he can think of no matter how annoyed they might become.
"With what? Need some kind of fuckin' glass cutting saw and then who knows what might happen." Eggsy pulls away, expression mock scandalized, hand clutching his chest. "What if they make it uneven?"
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Eggsy's antics pull a slight chuckle from Len and he shakes his head. "That'd be a terrible tragedy, I'm sure. Least it looks kinda cool now."
They round the corner toward the medbay and are immediately stopped by the crowd that has formed outside the doors. It's overflowing, people in far worse shape than Len sitting on the floor, others lying down, the few that are standing looking dazed at the parts of themselves that have transformed into glass. Beyond the doors, from what Len can glimpse, he can see that the interior is completely packed, every bed full, the harried medbay staff rushing back and forth.
He takes two full steps back before he even registers that he's done so. "Think I'll pass on this."
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"Fuck," he whispers, voice low and incredulous.
He'd figured it'd be bad, but not quite like this. Eggsy turns towards Leonard, reaching out automatically.
"Don't go, yeah? M'sure we can find someone to help out. If not here, then somewhere else."
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He shakes his head, a quick, jerky motion. "Not here. Don't need it. I'll be fine." Never mind that there's blood still crusting over his forehead and he's still dizzy as hell and oh yeah his goddamn hands have turned to glass. Not exactly something he can stitch up on his own.