( december event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: December 17th and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: The reasons for power failure become a little clearer...
Warnings: Possible character death. Please label anything you do that needs a warning.

E V E N T

transmission theory "A thousand fibers connect us, and our actions run as causes, comimg back to us as effects." As of now, it's common knowledge to the crew that Tipota is dead. The manner of her death, however, is still being determined, and the other captains have sent another reminder through the MIDs to continue traveling in groups and not to wander around. The power issue has yet to be resolved, though it seems nothing is apparently wrong with the engines or the wings, but slowly, the chill begins to recede into something a little more tolerable—still cold but not freezing. The malfunctions that manifest aboard the Moira start to resemble a more systematic pattern, lights flickering in certain sections of the ship before shutting down in intervals of 30 to 60 seconds and coming to life again. It moves on through several areas, though it doesn't affect places with larger groups of people. A day or two after the power begins to stabilize itself, everything comes to a standstill. There's a moment that seems as if time slows and stops. Things are eerily quiet... Anyone in the hallways will hear the lock of one of the I.L.R. release, security measures suspended to preserve life support functions. What had been a peaceful moment roars into chaos. ☄ Ploiatos It's been here as long as anyone can remember. It lurks in the shadows, a human-shaped figure dressed in the tatters of a Moira uniform. In the dark, it feels the most comfortable, and its movements are impossible to pinpoint without the light. From a distance, it might appear to be someone you know, another crew member who's become lost in the corridors, but up close — well, no one actually knows what it looks like. At close proximity, it sinks itself into you, and the cold that has plagued the ship seems warm in comparison as the dark rises. Perhaps there had been something to the warning the captains had given before; maybe you should R U N. • Together: There is always safety in numbers. Ploiatos is severely confused by the presence of more than one body, and though it's attracted to the particular emissions of the crew, it prefers the choice of one to two or more. Trying to hunt or capture it is impossible; it's gone as quickly as you can blink. • Alone: There is no hope. You don't realize that it's there until you're waking up, the marks of its touch spreading across part of your body. These are permanent, a beacon to Ploiatos that it's had you once and only needs to get you once more to end it. Once will not kill you, but a second time will. Any attempt at contact via MID isn't likely as they momentarily short out within proximity to the creature. ☄ Bait & Lure For those brave enough to try, a plan has been implemented by several of the crew to attempt luring Ploiatos back into its room in the I.L.R. Life support systems are drastically depleted now, oxygen levels low and the lights barely working, but it's up to the crew and those who SIGNED UP to help protect their friends and fellow crew members.

Comments

t o g e t h e r -- Bel Thorne -- open to everyone

[hellsbel]

december 20th, observation lounge

[was that even a power flicker? the air had felt frozen in place.]

That can't be good. [about to check in on Engineering when Manasseh's call comes through.

the rest is chaos.]


corridors, various destinations

[the lights flicker. Bel glances over at you, grim-faced. the air feels wrong again, in an unpleasantly familiar way. someone should check on the environmentals.....]

Corridors

[whynotgoonmyown]

[Tyler glances back at Bel, not liking what happened at all. He feels the change in the air, how wrong it is, but... Well, he can't tell if it's just the lights going on the frits. So, he speaks barely above a whisper.] Just the lights, or is the temperature dropping too?

Observation Deck

[manyvoiced]

[Breq isn't sure where to go. She'd hardly had a chance to orient herself when she'd arrived on this ship, and the stint in cryo hadn't exactly made getting used to things possible. Now this; flickering power, monsters in the hall, crewmen dying. the lack of direction, of organization was concerning. People were likely to be panicked, fearful.

Mannasseh's call cements it.

There's a strange chill in the air on the observation deck, and Breq looks over at Bel, lowering her MID.]

I don't think that quite covers it.

Agent Washington | together | open

[hatesimprovising]

[ As a trained fighter, Wash has taken up a role of escorting people around the ship as they need when he can. The weapons he came onto the ship with rarely leave his hands these days, and his armour is back on more often than it's off.

Walking down the hall now with the person he's accompanying, he glances over briefly to make sure they're still there. They're with him for his own safety as much as he is for theirs, honestly. Satisfied upon seeing them though, he turns his gaze forward again. ]

Where were we heading, again? [ The question comes, but his tone of voice slows toward the end of it as the power around them flickers. Clenching his jaw, having an idea of what's coming, he looks back over, sounding nervous as he continues; ] Be ready. I think it's coming.

[commontype]

The Ingress Room.

[He wanted to poke about. Not that he was supposed to or that he was even technically allowed, but Eggsy wanted to see if he could get in and see anything new. Since everything that had happened on the last planet they'd been on, he'd been mostly keeping to himself, and that wasn't quite possible right now.

Wash was cool, as far as he could tell, the friendly sort, and that worked just fine for him.]

Yeah? [Eggsy's hands come up, taking on a defensive stance.] Where?

Adrian 'Force' Clark | Open

[forcefulgift]

Alone;

[There was one thing about Adrian Clark that was simultaneously incredibly dangerous and incredibly stupid. He just didn't listen. He didn't listen, he didn't heed warnings and he'd seen enough awful shit that he no longer really rationalized a lot of things.

So when the captains told them not to travel alone he shrugged and went about his life as normal, smoking in a dark corner of the ship. He knew he was trained to kill, trained to bring down buildings, trained to level towns, trained not to feel while he did it. Unfortunately it was hard to level an enemy that didn't seem to really exist. It was the last thought he had as the creature appeared out of the darkness, even while the mutant raised a hand to stop it in its tracks, that this thing, whatever it was, couldn't be stopped the way he stopped everything else.

He didn't have long to worry about it though, not before Ploiatus grabbed his hand. When the boy comes around again he'll bare the marks of that encounter, very specific marks that curl up into his bicep, stopping when they meet another mark which is bisected by an angry, jagged scar.

Maybe next time he'll listen.]

[pallantias]

[For better or for worse, Athena also isn’t the type to be cowed by warnings of danger. She’s patrolling the ship’s corridors alone when she finds the man curled up on the floor, unmoving but breathing. She comes closer, sees who it is, and seriously considers leaving him there for the Ploiatus to finish the job. She almost does too, but fortunately for Ade, her curiosity outweighs her aversion to him; he did just face the creature and live after all. At the very least, he’ll probably know more than she does.]

Hey. [She prods him in the ribs with the toe of her boot.] Get up. [Truly, her concern is heartwarming. Her face is covered by her helmet this time around, but she’s wearing the same armor she had on the planet -- in other words, Ade will know it’s her.]

Eric Dufosset | Open

[incantamentum]

Together;

[Eric knew the warning from the captains should be heeded, already he was feeling terror and anxiety at the edges of his empathy. It was a strange sensation, having other people's emotions factoring in on his own psyche, especially when the hysteria was as wide-spread as it'd been on the ship.

He needed to get from his office though, and thankfully someone had been walking past as he reaches an arm out to grab them quickly, fire flaring up behind him like an aura as the power suddenly goes out. He speaks quickly, knowing he might be frightening like this.]

I'm sorry for startling you- I think we must leave this place. Go somewhere more populated. I just... I get the impression we really shouldn't be alone.

[whynotgoonmyown]

[Startling was... Certainly the right word for what Eric had just done, yes. Between the sudden arm grabbing and the fire, Tyler had let out quite the yelp of surprise. But the fact that Eric was clearly even worse off than him, in terms of fear, helped snap him out of it. Plus, there other things to worry about, of course.]

Right... Yeah, I was going to do that... Come on, we might as well go together. Could you just... [He points at the fire behind Eric and makes a general 'turn it down' gesture.] Or is that safe even like that?

Eggsy Unwin | ota

[commontype]

Together:

[Eggsy's not one to sit around and let some weird ghost thing hurt or kill people. So he makes rounds, alone. Sure, he's lucky enough that he doesn't get attacked, and maybe that has to do with the fact that he's still recovering so the creature doesn't want anything to do with someone not up to snuff, maybe it's something else. Either way, he's been lucky.

Now he's prowling the halls, just seeing what he can see, doing what he can do.]

Oi! What're you doin' out here alone?

[Same as him, but that's not important.]

Bait & Lure:

[He didn't think he'd be around, in this particular area of the ship with a group of the crew when the creature shows up. Eggsy can't remember who decided it was best to surround it, probably a team decision, but the creature-zombie-ghost-gross-thing doesn't seem to like having so many people around.

It's confused.

It's a weakness.

That's something he can work with. He spreads his arms out, trying to make a fence, a good barrier to keep it from getting by.]

Stay close. Gotta keep it here.

together;

[moralperil]

[Clare squeaks and jumps about a foot in the air when Eggsy calls out to them.]

I - I'm sorry! I wanted to go back to my room for awhile! And now I'm headed back to the kitchen!

[Though Clare has a built in defense mechanism when things get dangerous, it's not one they control easily at will. They're shaking like a leaf, though. Clare hates being alone at the best of times.]

I'm glad you're here, though...

together (sorry for lateness!)

[soldiergenes]

[ The signs had all been there. Snake had just preferred to ignore them -- or not ignore them, but try and find some logical explanation. Usually there was one, and despite everything that he'd seen in recent years, he remained a skeptic. Maybe it had been wishful thinking. He would have taken a technical explanation about the ship's functions over a ghost story.

But there's no denying what had shown up on that broadcast. The captains are dropping like flies, and as much as Snake might have an issue with them, he isn't going to stand by and let whatever that thing was target the rest of the crew.

Heading out on his own isn't the wisest decision, but going it alone is second nature to Snake, and he also figures it won't be long before he runs into someone else.

That's exactly what happens. When some kid calls him out in a thick British accent (nothing like Liquid's, though, and Snake can't help but be grateful for that), he stops in his tracks and tilts his head to one side, giving the other crew member a quick once-over. ]

I could ask you the same question.

Peridot | Semi-Open

[peridork]

INTRO
She's in the med-bay when it happens, tinkering with some of the tricky equipment that helps keep the cryo-chambers running smoothly. Her MID beeps at her, the "URGENT" message flashes at her as she glances at it.

Not exactly trained to keep a cool head in a crisis, the warning message does little more than cause Peridot to panic. Don't travel alone?? She is alone, right now! Save for the few crew members currently in cryo-suspension, anyway, and she has to assume that they don't count. Scared out of her mind, Peridot glances down the row in the direction of where Ratchet is resting, wishing earnestly that she could just wake him up for some backup.

But she can't, and she knows it. She needs to find other conscious people. Or, more to the point, she needs to find her goddamn escort...

OTA, AROUND THE HALLS

After sending out a frantic message to Jasper, Peridot slinks out of the med-bay and into the halls. Alone. She's jumpier than a balloon animal in a needle factory, creeping around and listening for other crew members nearby while also trying to keep an eye on the lights, and keep another ear out for this mysterious monster--

She has one gauntlet transformed into a blaster, so at least she's armed, which gives her some comfort... but not much. She isn't trained to use it, so she's just as likely to hurt herself as she is to hurt an enemy.

Hopefully she doesn't blast you with it, if you creep up on her unannounced.

CLOSED TO JASPER

Much the same as before, she's still wandering the halls alone... and then the lights go out.

Not good.

Standing stock still in the dark, Peridot keeps her eyes and ears open for movement. More terrified than words can describe, the temptation to drop to the floor and curl up in a ball is nearly overwhelming.

around the halls;

[moralperil]

[For someone with the self-preservation instincts (and skills) of a turnip, Clare keeps ending up in the halls alone. And quite frightened. And singing. Well, why not. Maybe this means they'll get eaten by a space-monster-ghost-person-thing, but... at least they won't be scared.

Except they are frightened enough that no songs are coming to mind, so they're just sort of singing whatever comes to mind. Which is not much.]

Singing... about walking down the hall... this ship seems pretty small... and stuff...!

[There isn't really a coherent tune to be heard there, but Clare's voice is at least a clear, pleasant one.]

THE THIRD ONE, OBV

[stompadour]

Something grabs her by the shoulder with an enormous hand.

"There you are." It's Jasper, speaking in a low, gruff whisper, and she doesn't sound pleased.

[pallantias]

[Athena’s disappointed. She’s been patrolling around the ship for the past hour, blatantly alone, and she hasn’t so much as caught a single sight of the monster for all her trouble. Her fingers tap restlessly against the grips of her plasma swords. Is it possible the creature is hiding from her? She’s just turned a corner when she sees a familiar figure creeping around the hallways.]

You again? What are you doing out here alone?

ota

[heliakal]

Alone (closed to Ivan)

[ It isn't that Clark didn't take the warnings seriously - he's very aware of how dangerous the creature is, and that's all the more reason to find it before any more of the crew are attacked.

He diverts to pick up any fallen crew members and bring them back to medbay, but generally he spends his time looking for trouble. The lights and the slowly failing life support systems don't impede him, but the creature proves harder to find than he would have expected.

It finds him first, alone in a darkened hallway. It's faster than a blink, but so is Clark, when he wants to be. He turns, unafraid even as it reaches for him. If it was locked up once, it can be locked up again.

Nothing has ever really been able to harm him before, and he doesn't expect it to start with this. Before he can say a word however, the creature reaches for him, and cold overtakes him at once.

The only sign that anything has happened is a distress signal from his MID. ]

Medbay (open)

[ It's extremely unsettling to wake up in a hospital bed, tired and cold. The latter is an almost entirely novel feeling, but Clark pushes himself to sit up, the blankets pooling around his waist. He immediately regrets it, flinching in obvious pain; his whole body is just one tired ache. It's not exactly scary just - new, and strange. Maybe he should have been more careful. Nothing on Earth can hurt him, but the universe is a lot bigger than Earth.

Quietly: ] Huh, so that's what it feels like...

[ His shirt and uniform jacket are laying at he foot of his bed - the medical staff probably removed them so they could get a look at the marks spreading up from his bicep to the side of his neck. Clark lifts his arm to try getting a better look at them, but they don't seem dangerous. He scratches lightly at one of the dark lines. It doesn't hurt more than anything else. The marks just feel invasive somehow, after a life of nothing leaving so much as a scar. He doesn't like this.

He reaches for his shirt to pull it back on. He's moving a little slower than usual, but he's clearly planning on leaving immediately now that he's awake. ]

medbay

[forwardmomentum]

[ hurts, doesn't it? is the remark miles stops himself from making; he could continue the childish snipefest that had ended their last conversation, but while he'd felt satisfied with getting the last word in, sort of, that feeling had soured on him after a few days, and he'd had an uncomfortable abundance of time to meditate on it during the three days he'd spent in the morgue with loki. miles doesn't feel bad about playing admiral naismith close to the chest, but he...really didn't have to turn clark away like that.

the opportunity to talk to clark just hadn't come up since his release from the morgue -- or maybe he just hadn't made one. he's spent the last week and change since then in varying states of misery and alarm, trying to turn over all the things he's seen and heard in the last three weeks. he swears the cold must be making his brain freeze, too, because he feels awfully slow.

the involuntary stay in the morgue hadn't been very good for miles, and while he's had some time to recoup, he still looks a little too pale and thin, although at least now he's bundled in a coat instead of just wrapped in blankets -- one that actually fits. the medbay's a little warmer than other parts of the ship now, at least, now that the cold is beginning to subside. miles shifts on his perch -- the chair next to clark's bed has been turned around so that the back is facing clark, miles' legs straddling either side with his arms propped on the low back of the chair. he tilts his head at clark with a smile as thin and tired-looking as he is, but it is, at least, an attempt. ]

I wouldn't try getting up just yet, if I were you.

Wanda Maximoff | semi-open

[seeingscarlet]

A. together; closed to Elizabeth
[Dead. Someone was dead and there was some monstrous thing behind Manasseh and this entire situation is turning into a horror movie. She's not alone at least - Elizabeth is here. Brave, kind Elizabeth who got so terribly hurt last time...

Wanda can't let that happen again. It's hard to look at Elizabeth and not remember blood seeping through her shirt.]

It's going to be all right.

[She almost sounds like she believes it.]


B. together; (no more than 2 takers, please!)
[The lights short out and Wanda goes still as a statue. This cold is different and all too familiar after the earlier incident. Her fingers start to curl, but there's nothing she can do, is there?]

[Her voice is urgent, scared.] We need to go.


C. mess hall; ota
[It's easier with people around, but that thing is still out there and this is definitely not everyone. It's troubling, but Wanda's trying to put on a brave face after her panicked warning to the crew.

Don't mind her draping that blanket over your shoulders.]


D. wildcard
[Pick your own!]

C

[moralperil]

[Clare startles awake when someone drapes a blanket over their shoulders. Maybe it's an odd time to fall asleep, but when things get grim and gloomy Clare gets tired and quiet. They hadn't even realize they'd fallen asleep. Clare blinks a few times at Wanda then asks drowsily:]

Do you have a blanket?

Niko Bellic | Closed

[vengeance_driven]

☄Hunting - Closed to Eggsy
[Somehow the threat made him feel as though he was in his element. He didn't doubt the danger, not for a moment. But the impending risk, the knowledge that there was something out there that could do that; yeah, it was intimidating but in it's own way reassuring that there was something that could be done about it.]

[He has his sniper slung over his shoulder and the carbine in hand when he meets up with Eggsy. He's not coming in slowly, either. He barges into the rec room at full run, having sprinted as if his life depended on it (as is proper in this sort of situation.) He's not wasting time in getting from one place to another.]

Good! You're in one piece. ...Er... mostly.

[He gestures at Eggsy's arm, or lack thereof.] If we see it I want to mark the place in the corridor. I brought some tape with me. [The same tape he used on Miles.] We will leave a big "X" there to warn it has been seen. If there is a pattern, better able to find it. Is anyone recording where the attacks were?

[commontype]

[Eggsy's got his gun, with all of four bullets raised at the door, but he doesn't shoot, he's not trigger happy. He knows how to handle a weapon, he was trained for this, not specifically fighting off some kind of ghost-monster thing, but a target was a target. He could adjust. Eggsy lowers his hand, his expression relaxing.]

It's not so bad. They replaced it with a sword thing.

[He waves his arm up and down, you could only see the hand where his jacket didn't cover it, but the hand was clearly not his actual hand.]

Got some help from some smart birds in the Medbay.

[Oh, that was a good idea.]

Fuck, yeah let's do that. Then we'll be able to see what it's doin'. I don't think anyone is. Far as I know, everyone is still tryin' to get a system down.

Elizabeth DeWitt

[tearmeanewone]

[Alone - Library]

[She'd only had to wrap one blanket around her shoulders recently, and Elizabeth was holding out hope that perhaps the captains were in fact getting around to fixing the support systems. It was, at least, warm enough that Elizabeth could move around to do some shelving without wanting to curl up into a little ball and shivering.]

[There's a loud sound out in the hallway, and Elizabeth looks towards the door with a little frown. What was that?]

[She pulls the blanket tighter around her and starts to walk to the door, to look out into the hallway.] Is everything alright out there? [She calls. The lights in the library all flicker, which she's used to. It's when they go out that she freezes in place while the room is plunged into darkness.]

[When the lights come back on, Elizabeth is sprawled on the floor, unconscious.]


[Network Broadcast - Voice / Together]

Does anybody have any lipstick? I woke up in the medical bay, I don't intend to wake up there again because something put me there.

[Elizabeth is angry, and she intends to go out searching for this thing. Anybody want to join her?]

Library

[wordstoliveby]

[ The situation being dangerous as it was, Harry thinks it might be prudent to check on on Elizabeth when the lights began to flicker. His handgun is tucked underneath his coat where it might draw less attention as he slipps silently down the hall, moving faster as the lights go out entirely. It's entirely possible that he will be attacked but there are some things he is willing to risk if it means protecting someone he's found himself becoming quite fond of.

The lights come back on as he pushes the door to the library open and spots Elizabeth on the floor. ]

Miss DeWitt! [ He hurries over, gun set on the floor beside him as he kneels to check her vital signs. ] Elizabeth, can you hear me?

Meh Yewll | Open

[imaginary_wife]

☄Medbay | Open
[It's lucky the Meh Yewll lived in the clinic back home, because she's firmly decided not to leave medbay until this is taken care of and it's a habit she's used to. Might as well stay, whatever this thing is bringing in a lot of people.]

[She has a wide range of experience, but this is new to her. She's been insisting that no one leave alone. Of course, no one ever listens to her and leaves whenever they please. But she is doing her best to get that last check up in, take samples of the strange crawling damage to analyze.]

[She has a sample she's scrutinizing with a microscope right then, going over readings as she waits for the next person to come in or leave.]

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles decided to wait until the medbay settled down a little in the wake of the whole freaky event. he's been in and out visiting, and he knows how busy it's been. his concerns really aren't immediate, although he's definitely been feeling worse since his stint in the morgue. actually, that's sort of why he hasn't made it back in since then. he's reluctant to admit it, but the dressing down cúrre had given him had made him a little gunshy.

but he has to go in eventually; the pain's starting to get bad. he's been having these osteo-inflammatory attacks since he was about twenty or so, they crop up every so often, but lately he's been feeling the more acute need for some painkillers. even his legs have been aching, although that must be by some psychosomatic association, because he'd had the bones in his legs replaced with plastic synthetics a few years back.

miles sidles into the medbay, his slight limp a little worse than usual, catching sight of doc yewll from the door. ah, good. he won't have to limp around looking for her. fortunate, because what he most wants to do right now is not be standing anymore. all the running around he and ivan were doing in the dark didn't really help. ]

Ah -- hello, Doctor. Do you have a moment?

Athena | closed

[pallantias]

Bait & Lure [closed to Metabee]
[It feels good to actually have a mission again. For the first time in weeks, she has a clear target and objective, not vague orders to wander around a planet or mingle with the locals. It’s a relief, to be honest. She comes to the one opened door of the I.L.R, where she had planned to meet with a collaborator and does a quick sweep of the area. If the creature is nearby, it doesn't make itself known.

Their plan is simple: one of them will lure the creature in the direction of the opened door and then together, they’ll back it back into the room from whence it came. Of course, the plan is somewhat complicated by the fact that the creature in question can incapacitate or kill with only a touch; it’s a good thing Athena appreciates a challenge.

She raises her M.I.D and sends a quick audio message to her squadmate.] I’m in position. Are you inbound?

[metabee]

[At that precise moment, Metabee comes dashing down the hallway. In his hands is his brand new link gun. Even if weapons haven't been working on the thing so far that didn't mean they couldn't. ]

Yeah. Keep your pants on. I'm here.

[ He stopped next to Athena, turning to face the empty hallway. ]

So where is it?

closed to miles.

[whatdidisay]

It's not that Ivan's been pretending to ignore his cousin, it's that he's absolutely outright ignoring his cousin ever since their chat about Elizabeth and Miles being a giant frigging git over the entire thing. Except that Gregor's taking the 'never go anywhere alone' thing seriously, which means that he, Ivan Xav Vorpatril, has been conscripted to escorting said cousin around.

Great, fantastic. Exactly what he wanted to spend his time doing.

Which means he's trailing behind Miles -- not talking to him -- when the lights flicker. Great -- first the heat and now the power. What is wrong with this ship?

LMK IF THIS IS OK

[forwardmomentum]

Except Miles would say that it's really him escorting Ivan. And his cousin is, very childishly, in Miles' opinion, pretending he isn't there, except of course Miles is leading him around. Miles wonders sourly if that gives Ivan a headache, idiot that he is.

Ignore has always been Ivan's tactic, not Miles'. He hasn't been ignoring Ivan so much as deliberately putting himself in his cousin's way and being snide at him on a subtle enough level that all that Gregor can really do is give him a weary look. No doubt their cousin has gotten very tired of their feud the last few days.

But Ivan's overreacting. And Miles is only reacting, or so he tells himself. Force Ivan to notice him when Ivan's trying so hard to ignore him. It's hardly a new tactic for Miles, not just to Ivan but the world at large. But the not-talking thing is starting to wear on him, regardless of how pissed he is at his cousin. It isn't as though he'd come out of that last conversation feeling good. What little ground he'd struggled to take spoiled soon after Ivan left the room, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

And now his stupid cousin won't even walk next to him. What a frigging jerk. Considering this buddy system horseshit is for survival purposes, he could at least let that take precedent over his petty -- whatever. As if Miles' is any less petty. The lights flicker and Miles stops abruptly, tensing, and he lets out an annoyed grunt as Ivan bumps right into him, nearly scaring the piss out of him. "For god's sake, Ivan, would it kill you to walk next to me?"

Jasper – OTA

[stompadour]

In theory, Jasper should be guarding Peridot. Regardless of anything else here, that's her mission, and those orders still stand as long as nothing more pressing comes up – and nothing more pressing is likely to come up out here, dimensions removed from Earth or Homeworld or anything in between.

But once the technician's been seen to somewhere safe, where other people are (along with Orange Tabby and White Long Hair), Jasper really isn't content to just sit around while some unknown threat is haunting the Moira's corridors. She tries, for a while, but she hates being idle at times likes this. And besides, she's hardly fulfilling her role as bodyguard if she isn't making any effort to ensure the ship as a whole is secure.

So instead Jasper's pacing the corridors of the ship on her own. Despite the warnings, she's unafraid – perhaps it's because darkness and cold don't bother her the way they do organic lifeforms, and so she's been unbothered by most everything that's lead up to this, but she's sure there's nothing here that poses a threat to her. And if she can't find and punch something that needs punching, then at the very least she ought to be able to haul some of her crewmates out of harm's way.

Probably literally.

She might not put them down afterwards, if they look small.

Re: Jasper – OTA

[forwardmomentum]

After his admittedly retrospectively embarrassing journey through the dark corridors with Ivan, Miles is both more cautious and more determined to find a solution to this horror movie scenario bullshit. He and his cousin spent enough time running like scared lunatics in the dark -- which they had solemnly swore to mention to no one. Of course, he's still wandering around unaccompanied, something he knows he ought not to be doing, but he doesn't have a travel buddy right now, and damned if he's going to let that stop him from investigating. He treads through the darkened halls at a quick but cautious pace, trying to see by the meager light of his MID.

And that's when he suddenly finds himself yanked off his feet. Miles clamps his mouth down on an incipient scream, managing to stifle it to a choked yelp as his legs kick out uselessly on reflex, his heart rate rocketing upward. Only a moment later does he manage to make out a familiar face in the dark -- or, well, a familiar silhouette, because no one else on the ship has Jasper's build. He gives her a strangled grin, paled by the light of his MID.

"Hello, Jasper," he greets her with a chirp. "We really do need to stop meeting like this."

Hiro - Closed to Clark

[hirotohero]

[ Hindsight was 20/20. It was a stupid thing to break the "never go anywhere alone" rule but... it was Tadashi's hat. Hiro couldn't leave it behind, not when things were still crazy. It was a small piece of home, a piece of his brother now that he didn't have the videos stored in Baymax's memory.

He walks down the hallways, trying to hurry to the Mess Hall when the lights flicker. He stops, looking around for the cause. ]

...Hello?

[ A chill goes down his spine as his MID goes offline. The lights flicker again and then everything goes dark for him.

Clark will find him, unconscious in the hallway with a beaten up baseball cap clutched in one small hand and a black mark spreading along the right side of his face. ]

careens in late

[heliakal]

[ Clark has been searching the hallways for signs of the creature, but it doesn't seem to move in any discernible pattern. It appears and disappears with the blackouts, leaving fallen crew members in its wake.

He's been following any MID alerts, too - even if they don't begin working again until the creature is gone, they make it easier to find other crew members who might need his help. He's nearby when he gets the alert for Hiro - it takes barely a second to get to him, and Clark crouches beside him, concern clear in his expression.

Clark can still hear his heartbeat, and there are no injuries aside from the black mark on his face, but he's just a child.

He touches the boy's shoulder lightly. ]

Hey, can you hear me?