They can't arrive at the Midway Hub fast enough, because to Nate's eye, the Moira is rapidly growing uninhabitable. He has to watch where he steps now to make sure he
doesn't fall through the deck, and something in the very air itself seems wrong. It feels like the ship is dying.
The insomnia isn't welcome, but he wasn't planning on getting a lot of sleep anyway. He uses his PacDisk to gather up all his things and goes around from department to
department, offering what help he can, and checks on his friends to make sure their preparations are going well. And when he's as set as he feels he can be, he goes
for a visit to the observation deck to look at the stars for what might be the last time. Excecpt he sees more than that—he sees flashes of himself and another person
he knows well but older, making an expedition through the jungle. And then it's gone.]
Sam...?
[ooc; OTA but he's open to viewing glimpses of people and places in time from existing CR's worlds.]
[He Ate My Heart]
[Things are now fucked up.
Nate is glad as hell that he didn't pack up the weapons and ammunition he's picked up on various jaunts over the months, or the gun belt he brought with him. The Moira
has erupted into chaos, hallways swarming with monsters, and he recognizes someofthem. Discretion is supposedly the better part
of valor, but whether that's true or not, Nate fucking runs.
But there's only so far he can run, and there are others who can't run so easily. He joins in the fight, defending whoever needs help, and looks for Elena, Sully, the kid and the kids because there's no way in hell he's letting them get eaten or whatever.
[ooc; feel free to join Nate in fighting creatures from his canon, yours or another!]
[Isn't it Ironic? - Closed to close CR]
Come on, come on! We've got to go! There's no more time!
[Every man for himself? Not quite. He's more than ready to evacuate, but not before he sees his loved ones are safe.]
[Ground Control to Major Tom]
Well...fuck.
[Everything seems to go slowly in the aftermath. Probably Nate is in shock. He's injured, bruised and bleeding in a few spots, but not critically, so he does make his way to medical once it's established, but somewhat reluctantly. Others probably need help more.
Once he's seen to and he knows some of who's made it, he gets on his feet again, making rounds, seeing what people need. He tries to help. What else can he do?]
Nathan Drake | mostly OTA
[Things are rapidly getting fucked up.
They can't arrive at the Midway Hub fast enough, because to Nate's eye, the Moira is rapidly growing uninhabitable. He has to watch where he steps now to make sure he
doesn't fall through the deck, and something in the very air itself seems wrong. It feels like the ship is dying.
The insomnia isn't welcome, but he wasn't planning on getting a lot of sleep anyway. He uses his PacDisk to gather up all his things and goes around from department to
department, offering what help he can, and checks on his friends to make sure their preparations are going well. And when he's as set as he feels he can be, he goes
for a visit to the observation deck to look at the stars for what might be the last time. Excecpt he sees more than that—he sees flashes of himself and another person
he knows well but older, making an expedition through the jungle. And then it's gone.]
Sam...?
[ooc; OTA but he's open to viewing glimpses of people and places in time from existing CR's worlds.]
[He Ate My Heart]
[Things are now fucked up.
Nate is glad as hell that he didn't pack up the weapons and ammunition he's picked up on various jaunts over the months, or the gun belt he brought with him. The Moira
has erupted into chaos, hallways swarming with monsters, and he recognizes some of them. Discretion is supposedly the better part
of valor, but whether that's true or not, Nate fucking runs.
But there's only so far he can run, and there are others who can't run so easily. He joins in the fight, defending whoever needs help, and looks for Elena, Sully, the kid and the kids because there's no way in hell he's letting them get eaten or whatever.
[ooc; feel free to join Nate in fighting creatures from his canon, yours or another!]
[Isn't it Ironic? - Closed to close CR]
Come on, come on! We've got to go! There's no more time!
[Every man for himself? Not quite. He's more than ready to evacuate, but not before he sees his loved ones are safe.]
[Ground Control to Major Tom]
Well...fuck.
[Everything seems to go slowly in the aftermath. Probably Nate is in shock. He's injured, bruised and bleeding in a few spots, but not critically, so he does make his way to medical once it's established, but somewhat reluctantly. Others probably need help more.
Once he's seen to and he knows some of who's made it, he gets on his feet again, making rounds, seeing what people need. He tries to help. What else can he do?]