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Magic and technology [ OPEN ]

Who: Ingress nerds, coffee gods and OMG please help [ OPEN! ]
When: ICly this lasts across multiple days in the beginning of November
Where: The Ingress Room and Section U but also where ever your mingle takes you.
What: Trying to unwrap the puzzle of the Ingress and Ploitoas
Warnings: Language probably. If a thread requires a warning please place it on the comment line!

NOTES: This is a multi-part log for This Ingress Journal Plot. Since most folks were up for threading interactions! You DO NOT need to have signed up to participate in the first part of the log. Anything from noodling on the journals to blowing spitballs at the nerds.

For reference here is the IC announcement about this plot. Again you DO NOT have to have responded to them to come around and investigate what's going on.

OOC: This log is going to be split into three sections with a fourth spot for results to be posted as the characters work things through.

If at any time you have questions please do not hesitate to hit the OOC Post, PM

prorenataa and nudge me on plurk at

Laekhund. My plurk is set up to accept p!Plurks from any users.

Some details:

1) ICly this log will cover just the beginning of November.
2) The mods have a plot kicking off on the 15th of November. Elements of this player plot lead into that plot.
3) These are the key IC events that lead up to this.

This event introduced the Ingress Journals
This IC call for help set off searches for one of the missing journal, leading to the discovery of the second.
This is what one journal looks like and This is the other.

Go for it guys!

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[He can't decide whether it's good or bad that Tex isn't going on this exploration mission. On one hand, she's been in bad shape for a while, and as much as he thinks it might be convenient in his own work to not be tied to a single body, it must be a liability to be unused to being mostly tied to one -- you might be prone to taking risks that someone more accustomed to the need to save their own skin wouldn't be. Even if she's strong, and even if he can easily attribute his reaction to sentimentality, he has an instinctive resistance to seeing her hurt. On the other hand... she is strong, and skilled, and his memories of the Tranquility will always remain a little more fresh than he would like... depending what they run into, it might be convenient to have that kind of fighter with them. But other capable people are involved in this venture. That's good enough, maybe better, since his emotions aren't involved.

He's the first one arriving to meet Arbuckal, who is paying very close attention to a gun.]

You're a good shot?

[It's an interested inquiry.]

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No idea. [ Adrien responded without missing a beat.

Realizing he was no longer alone, he gave the weapon one last going over, before he set the safety and returned it to it's holster. The weapon tucked neatly to the 4:30 position on his right hip.

He gave L a nod but otherwise did not seem inclined towards conversation. There were a lot of variables on his mind and too easy to sink back into considering them while they waited for others.

Hopefully it would not be a long wait. ]

[Niko turned his card over in his hand, his own gun still strapped to his back.] Be ready to try your best.

[He didn't trust it, any of it. Others may take Ploiatos with a grain of salt, the ones that weren't here, but Niko had been here for it. He'd seen figures that otherwise would have been considered untouchable bend under the monster's touch, sapped of their energy. His own girlfriend still bore marks of creepy lightening, ones that had been shifting and drawing her in front of its cell.]

[The crew had been sparse at the time. Now there were over a hundred, and another of Ploiatos's ilk could start some real shit that he didn't want to see happen again.]

Okay, I got the thing. [He held it up between two fingers, his exploration card. Niko wasn't much for rewards. He hadn't asked for anything exceptional beyond these things. But his interest had been limited (to be honest, he'd kept these in the event something on the ship needed to be destroyed). Might as well help these guys have a look around (as he'd discussed with Adrien).]

[ Tony isn't any more paranoid about this than he is absolutely everything, all the time. Maximum caution is always the answer, and while the armor isn't always ideal for stealth, but it's certainly ideal for containing violent threats before they can become ship-wide catastrophes... or so he assumes, anyway. If there is something in there, there won't be any chances taken.

Locked doors aren't always for keeping things out. ]

Not to break with my usual character, here, but I'm gonna recommend the buddy system.

[ The people assembled seem competent, as far as he's determined, but there's also no telling what the hell they'll find in there. ]

Sully's with me.

[The member of their group who's the newest arrival might also feel the most lost, jumping into this little expedition after just days aboard, but if they weren't otherwise occupied, Nate would tell him he's not alone. He might be more accustomed to life on the Moira, but there's no telling what will await them inside. This is uncharted territory.

In any case, he couldn't possibly go on a mysterious, possibly dangerous trip without his best pal. That'd be mean.]

Niko, go ahead.

[Both of the thieves are armed, and at least for now, Nate is keeping his gun drawn. Just in case.]

Just as long as you don't expect us to hold any hands.

[It's a joke, but there's little humor in his tone as he checks the barrel of his gun again. Sully doesn't mind exploring unknown territories, but there's so much about this ship and being in space in general that he doesn't know about. Dealing with goons is one thing, dealing with potential aliens or whatever else might be through here is another.

Bullets checked, he keeps his gun at the ready, giving a quick nod to Niko.]

After you.

Yeah. Don't worry. I was planning on it. [Which is why he brought his company. As long as they had some damn capable people.]

I don't know what you know of Ploiatos. But when he showed up, because he can attack when no one is watching him, it took a team of us to lead him into a room to lock him in. Thing is, he did shit to people with magic, with super strength, with big powers. If things like him want you, they will get you.

Always have someone at your back if you stop to look at anything. And don't assume that you're too good for it. What is too good for it? Is two sets of eyes. [He pointed from his to theirs, one by one, before he slid the card to let them in.]

[He hoped to god Ploiatos was going to turn out the only one, but after some crew encounters? He strongly suspected more had happened.]

[As the group has formed, L has been quiet and watchful. His own gun is a Walther, holstered at his hip... and the way Arbuckal carries his own makes L think that the other man may be covering some experience. If that's the case, well... he understands that sort of paranoia, attempting to drive people to underestimate you, but he also always prefers to be well-informed. It seems safest to assume that Arbuckal may need to be covered and to not be surprised if he doesn't.

Most of the others seem like they might be reasonably capable -- no one is a known liability, at least.

As Bellic moves to open the door, L's hand moves down to his gun, where he rests it and flicks the thumb guard.]

Or three. Do the rest of you know how to clear a room with a pistol? It's possible you won't need it in here, even if the worst happens, but if you do....

[He leaves the rest as an implication: it's always better not to walk around a corner blind in this kind of scenario.]

[Nate glances at Sully and smirks. Yeah, they can handle it.]

We've got some experience with that, yeah.

[The smile's gone as soon as Niko lets them in, though, and Nate is the first one through the door, pistol at the ready, eyes trained for anything that moves, that could be a threat. He's got control of himself, but if anything like that appears, it's more likely to be a shoot-first situation.]

[ Adrien took a breath, counted to ten and kept his mouth shut. He stayed back, and for the moment, he simple watched the team sort themselves out. It was an odd mixture of people who knew each other and complete strangers, but Adrien had weighed strengths and weaknesses in his own mind when each name had been brought on board.

There was contribution to be leveraged from all parties involved; even Mr. Cigar smoker. The hope would be the team would figure it out quickly.

They were smart people, it should work.

...

Hopefully. ]

Sounds like a real cheerful guy.

[Said with his own smirk to Nate and a glance to anyone else who might catch his eye. He follows after Nate, staying close on his heels with his own gun drawn up and at the ready. He glances back briefly at the entrance and the rest of the group, partly to get a better look at everyone and partly to make sure that they were actually still there. The last thing they needed was this magic guy to set up some sort of trap or something to separate all of them.

Seeing that everyone is still in tact and no doors have been closed on them or anything, Sully turns back around and takes a few more steps inside.]

So this guy's been locked up in here all this time?

[Said in a whisper, just loud enough for those closest to him to hear.]

[ While Snake might be one of the last to arrive, the way that he insinuates himself into the crowd of people on the door is done smoothly and silently, making it seem almost like he'd been there the whole time. Niko's already briefed him on what they're doing, and as Snake had also been part of the crew during the first Plotiaos attack, he knows what he's getting into. He's come prepared, in full sneaking suit and armed with every weapon he's managed to get from the ship: a couple of guns and a knife, for starters. Not that he thinks it'll do him much good if the worst happens.

He hasn't been marked by the monster, but he knows others who were. Even Clark, who'd been strong enough to carry a whole car full of people and fly with it. They can't take any chances now.

It's hard not to send a frown in the direction of the guy in the giant metal suit. That isn't going to be quiet, but Snake figures that Niko would have invited everyone here for good reason.

Actually, Snake recognizes all of them, even if he's only spoken to a few of them once or twice. ]

He used to be a crew member. Something must have gone really wrong for them to lock him away like this.

[ And he imagines the idea here is to find out what. ]

We really need to figure out what. We know it is deadly, and now I got reason to think it might be contagious.

[That he doesn't elaborate too much on at the moment. Instead, he lurks into the section, gun unslung and raised. A standard carbine rifle for his time period, something that might seem ill-advised except after the Cadacun attack, he's certain of the integrity of the walls and he's had a practiced aim for a good long time.]

[He gestures for someone else to advance by leap frog after he goes so far, stopping to look at a scuff on the ground. Probably old. The section is whirring to life, and little things like a couple of shoe prints (as if someone was scrambling) becomes more obvious. He glances pointedly up to Snake. They could alternate taking the lead.]

I got your back.

Well, shit.

[Contagious and deadly, what a great combination. Nate's tone is remarkably casual, though, as if he's not bothered by the possibility, or has faith in his luck. Or maybe he's just not about to panic because that's the best way to send shit sideways.

The best option is to get in and out quickly, minimize risk. Laugh at their extreme caution over drinks later when it turns out to have been unnecessary. That'll probably happen.]

Okay. Which way?

[ Tony steps into the hallway with a little less trepidation, figuring if anybody's gonna get jumped by a potential killer vampire thing, he'll probably weather it the best. He peers in all directions, the HUD spewing information at him as he does so. ]

I'm not getting any life signs yet, so pick your poison, fellas. We could play eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

[ Every option could very well suck, but Tony's doing himself - and everyone else who has to deal with him - a favor by not mulling over that potential disaster. For now, every doorway is an equal question mark, threat-wise. ]

[ When Niko draws off to one side to look at some scuff marks, Snake presses forward to investigate further down that hall. He spots an area of the wall that's lightly damaged, as if someone had crashed into it with their whole body in some kind of panic. They'd been running away.

He glances over his shoulder to where that imposing red-and-gold armor is standing. Life signs, huh? If he's got that kind of tech, it's a good thing he's come along. Then again, maybe the Ploitoas doesn't give off any kind of living signature.

Staying in a group certainly grants them safety, but it also makes them easier to find. Snake isn't going to suggest they split up, though, as he realizes he's not the person leading this op. He's basically around as an extra set of eyes and an extra gun. Speaking of which...

Snake pulls his SOCOM out of its holster. It's just a handgun, but it's a powerful one and he knows where to point it. ]

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