( 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

[seeingscarlet]

Keep your feet warm. It is worse when they're cold.

[A shudder passes through her, but it's not from the temperature.]

I met the monster.

[moralperil]

My feet. [Clare actually sits back a bit to look down at them with a most puzzled expression. Like they'd forgotten about the concept of feet entirely until Wanda brought them up.] You know, I had the nicest slip-resistant shoes for kitchen work... but I couldn't find them after I got here...

[Clare shrugs, righting their posture.]

Do you want to talk about it? What you saw?

[seeingscarlet]

[Normally she'd comment on the shoes but just thinking about Ploiatos has her shuddering. It's not as bad as reliving it was to show Loki, but it's still quite fresh.]

He has killed before. Would kill us all if he could, and not because he needs the energy. It's fun for him.

[moralperil]

It's scary, meeting someone like that. I think you've been very brave. I won't tell you not to worry, but you're safe here right now. I think we're all going to be okay.

[Clare speaks with gentle, knowing sympathy. They are not afraid of what Wanda describes, or angered. They accept what Wanda has said, and are far more concerned about Wanda's feelings than any potential danger.]

Could I sing you a song? My songs usually make people feel better. It's sort of a gift.

[seeingscarlet]

No one is safe as long as he's free.

[Her protest is halfhearted - this entire situation weighs on her and she is so very tired.]

I don't mind, if you want to.

[moralperil]

[Clare snuggles a bit closer, and, if Wanda will let them, begins to stroke her hair. The song they sing is something familiar and yet shapeless, a little bit of a lullaby, a little bit like a top 40 pop song. The lyrics are indistinct, but the emotions projected by it: security, warmth, affection, peacefulness. Clare sends that all through the song.]

[seeingscarlet]

[This is...new. Ever since their parents died, there had always been this sword of Damocles hanging over the twins, some inability to ever feel properly safe or at peace. She could fall asleep like this easily if Clare isn't careful. Or perhaps that's the point.]

's nice...

[Okay, she might be halfway there.]