november event

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: November 15th and on
Where: The Moira.
What: The ship begins to fall apart and enters a “timeslip” when the Ingress is turned on.
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

meet head-on "Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.." So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem. The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress. ☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN) The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex. They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides. ☄ HE ATE MY HEART Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction. Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.) ☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK? As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated. Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands. ☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.

Comments

Nathan Drake | mostly OTA

[sketchycharacter]

[Let's Do the Timewarp]

[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?]

He Ate My Heart

[prorenataa]

[ It was still in the first wave, hadn't yet turned over to the second wave, when Adrien would have his own demons to face; literally.

Rather like hearing a familiar name at a cocktail party Nate's face, even in the shadows and shielded by the an attack of Decendants, caught Adrien's attention. They were ... some seriously creepy looking creatures.

After taking a split second to consider his options, Adrien drew his handgun and went for a headshot. Hey, most things tended to be vulnerable to a good headshot ... right? ]

Nate? Who are your new playmates?

[sketchycharacter]

[He's on the verge of being overwhelmed, like they remember him and bear a grudge for the deaths of their fellows four years ago, when backup shows. Thank you, doc.]

They're fucking slimy zombie things and they won't stop for anything!

[He fires one-two-three shots, taking out two of them.]

This is insane! They shouldn't be here!

[prorenataa]

I get the sense that a lot ... [ he paused and squeezed off a couple of shots, dropping two more. ] ... that a lot of what we're experiencing shouldn't be here.

[ The creatures did seem rather intent upon reaching Nate, their focus was past the doctor, despite the threat he (thought he) posed. It was almost enough to give a guy a complex.

Stepping to intercept the path of one, he watched it adjust as if to go around him towards Nate. ]

Did you insult their mother or something?

[ Another shot, another kill. ]

He ate my heart

[a_shadow]

[ Tex doubles around the corner, wearing her armor, holding a rifle and with a handgun on each hip, and spots Nate running in her direction. She can only suppose he's running from one of the creatures that's appeared on the ship, and she raises her gaze just slightly to look down the hallway past him. ]

Get behind me.

[ Her words carry some urgency—the man-like creature that's following him is not exactly small. She plants her feet and prepares to let off a rifle blast in its direction. ]

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate does not hesitate even for a second. Even if he were the type to dislike being saved by a woman, even if Tex were 100% flesh and blood woman, he still wouldn't hesitate because if someone's armored like she is? You let her take any hits that are coming.]

Holy shit!

I figure I'll let you NPC the guardian

[a_shadow]

[ She lets him handle that whole cowering thing, not glancing back to see how he's faring. She has other things to deal with. She fires the gun, and the creature approaching them stumbles a bit, but keeps coming. It's holding a crossbow and she's quite guarded as to protecting herself and Nate from a shot from that weapon—she has no idea if the arrows are some kind of technology that could pierce her armor. ]

he ate my heart.

[worn_wings]

[When they'd announced that everyone was supposed to carry their shit with these magic Polly Pocket things, Daryl had pretty swiftly decided he wasn't interested. All that business with whatever husks are pretty much cemented his plans: okay, fine, the one big thing he owns could go, and some of the stuff he's less worried about-- the clothes, the stash of food from Teleios, that shit-- but he damn well intended to keep his weapons.

And clearly, it's the right decision.

He barely registers the guy running toward him, because every inch of that pace says fleeing, and instead lifts and levels his crossbow, putting a bolt squarely into the head of... well, if it ain't a walker, it's close enough, whatever the thing chasing him is.

Thank God it's just one. He doesn't waste any time bending to reload the weapon, though.]

You all right?

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate skids to a stop, whipping around to be sure the thing is dead and offer backup if it's not, but he's got some breathing room. For now.]

I'm alive. That's enough.

[He lowers his gun but keeps it unholstered. No sense in being foolish.]

Where the fuck are these things coming from? Through the Ingress?

[worn_wings]

Dunno. Could be.

[ Moving quickly he goes to retrieve the bolt, shaking off the worst of the gore before stuffing it into his quiver. ]

That mean they fixed it or broke it worse?

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die - aka two in one fight me - cw: blood, death, violence

[tearsinajar]

[ Being as she's fresh out of Medbay, absolutely sure now that Adrien is okay and stabilized some time later, Elena needs to check in with her people. She wants nothing more than to stay and take over for him; considering the vast damage done to his body, well... At least she'd had the opportunity to put her training to the test; with him there walking her through some of the more serious injuries, it'd felt like an open book exam. Still just as nerve wracking, she hopes to never experience it again, but with the way things are always quick to whip around into chaos and hell— quite literally, from the state of the 'world' beyond the Medbay doors— there's no going back from this.

What are weapons? Elena's heard recounts of the horrors spreading throughout the ship, keeping steady hands in doing quick stitches or wrapping wounds, and she can believe it, as each crew member that comes in ends up in worse and worse condition. She should be carrying some kind of weapon with her; alas, she has nothing.

Right now, all she has are her bare hands and her MID— and no one is answering.

Christ, she can't imagine how the kids are doing. She'd made sure to be firm in telling them to keep the door locked unless either she or Nate gave a 'secret code' knock or if they heard either of them calling through. And then there's the fucking kitten— Tenzin.

Since why did life get so full for them on a ship in space? More than it ever felt like it did back on familiar ground? It's only been six months. Back then, when they first got here, their marriage was still on the rocks, one hurdle after the other, and now here they were. ]

C'mon, Nate, not now— answer your goddamn bracelet!

[ The messages are going through:

Hey. Hey pick up.
Answer me. Nate.
NATE.
You better not be dead or I swear to god
I get you're the older one in this marriage but seriously
The medbay's packed I need to find you
Are you with the kids? Are you with Victor?
Is this thing broken??

...so what was the deal?

No, Elena's not going to think about what could've happened. She's not going to think about coming across his lifeless body, monsters crouched over him, blood everywhere. Except...that's exactly what she sees at the end of the hall, stopping dead in her tracks to stare. That can't be. She's dehydrated, she's exhausted, there are so many reasons for why she's seeing what she's seeing right now.

The hallway's morphed itself, a subtle shift in which she hadn't noticed at first. There's a muddy shore, dense jungle foliage at the edges. And then there's him. Unmoving, half in the water, half out, unconscious. That doesn't make any sense— how? There was no river with muddy shores on the ship that she knew of.

Turn around, her mind tells her. Turn. Around. But Elena's not listening, she's doing the opposite, and that is putting one foot in front of the other, heart tightly lodging in her throat as she can feel her hands begin to shake, flexing and clenching shut. Her breathing comes out quicker the closer she gets— that isn't...that can't be him. His body half twisted on its side, blood flowing freely from a cut at his forehead to stain the brown water red.

He looks so pale...

He looks dead.

She can't breathe. Her stomach feels like it's sitting on a raft on rocky waves, bile trapped to burn in her chest and throat. ]

No... no, oh god no, please— Nate!

[ The cut at her own brow, the one she'd carelessly pinned together with a quick press of butterfly bandages to keep the skin sealed until she was able to get the injury properly stitched, that pain is forgotten in the face of what she's running to. And it's real, so real, as her knees connect harshly with the muddy floor, water splashing as she drops at his side and she grabs at his arm. The dark blue shirt is soaked, a typical Henley, his favorite.

His name comes out choked, followed by a plea— he can't— ]

Don't do this to me, don't—

[ Elena moves to roll him, fingers digging into his arm, a hand shaking but careful as it touches his jaw. Open your eyes, look at me. His jaw is slack, mouth falling open. She hates how he looks so at peace but so tired, older. Gray at his temples. He's not warm at all under her palm, he's cold to touch. She grips his chin to give him a small shake, sob quiet and breaking as she fights to keep it in, tears on her cheeks— wake up—

Jungles are always humid. Sometimes so humid that it's hard to breathe. This jungle is cold, like space.

The longer she stares at him, sight blurring before she closes her eyes to blink away the tears, she's hit with the wash of ice water being poured down her back, realization harsh in the wake of someone she doesn't know staring back up at her with wide, lifeless black eyes and blood splattered up their throat onto half of their face from their chest torn open. The lights above flicker steadily, distorting the scene around her. It takes her another second to realize she's kneeling down in what looks like the thickest pool of blood, more bodies sprawled around in the hallway as reality comes crashing down violently fast and hard, gravity falling on top of her skull.

A deep growling from her right sharply pulls her attention away from the corpses; a familiar sound, one that adds a horrifying sensation to the chill left by the hallucination (or vision) of her dead husband. ]

...oh god.

[ Slimy, naked zombies, bald, hairless, their faces the stuff of nightmares with their eyeless sockets. And that scream— Descendants— Elena can't even attempt scrambling to her feet to try and outrun them, hard bone and muscle, supernatural strength, it all catches her in the side of the face and sends her flying. They rush after her just as the wind rushes past her. She can't get her breath back, sucking in wheezing gulps as her body smacks into the wall with enough force that it dents the metal, dropping her to collapse as though boneless while her lungs feel crushed beneath the impact, her left shoulder taking the brunt of it.

What the hell is going on? They can't— they shouldn't be here.

But who has any ability left after that to form a conscious and coherent thought let alone choke on their own breath and the fear? Elena's lucky she's still conscious enough to try to push through the heavy ringing in her head to hug the wall and fight to drag herself back as they quickly close in, two hulking forms scurrying forward on all fours.

Her panicked cry for help turns into a pained scream, shrill and then cut short at the large hand that covers her face and pins her head into the wall. Once upon a time, Elena thought that grenade fragments tearing into her body to embed and stay for years was excruciating, feeling teeth tear into her left upper arm to snap bone and rip through tendon and muscle, now that's a whole different experience and far worse living in the moment, fully conscious.

Not for long. Even as she thrashes and kicks out with her feet in the off chance of getting it off, the Descendant presses down harder to try and suffocate her and bites deeper; she's lucky to have any fight left in her, desperate enough that she no longer feels the pain. Elena only cares about surviving and that's the instinct that's kicked in, fighting the black creeping in at the edges.

That and the fact that Nathan is likely not dead.

How shitty of a wife would she be if she was the one to bite the bullet instead? ]

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate feels like he's been moving non-stop for days now, but it's certainly only been hours, unless the time distortion is affecting him more than he knows. Part of him wishes he could lock himself up with the kids, barricade the doors and wait for the Moira to reach the Midway Hub. The rest of him simply can't, because people on the ship need help and there's no real guarantee their quarters will remain secure.

So he's been out there—fighting, herding people to safe places, trying to cut down on what seems like an endless stream of monsters. He hasn't been able to even think of checking his MID, but when he finally can and sees Elena's frantic messages, his heart plummets into his stomach.

God, please don't let her have left Medbay.

But of course she has. And when he wades back into the fray, he's only looking to help one specific person.

When he finally sees her after what feels like more hours gone by, it's something out of his nightmares. Elena being menaced by a Descendant—he has dreamed about this before, but this time he can't wake up, and she's only got seconds left.]

Get off of her!

[Charging forward and tackling the creature is not among his top ten brightest moves ever, but he made the decision in a split second. He couldn't shoot it from where he stood; the chance was too high that he'd hit Elena. Bodily slamming the thing off her is the only option. Apparently the element of surprise was enough, because it actually works, and the two of them go down. The monster screeches in rage, but Nate's always got his gun out, and he jams it against the thing's face before pulling the trigger until he's out of bullets.

In the aftermath, there's mostly silence, punctuated by the sound of his panting.]

[tearsinajar]

[ Descendants always stayed together in groups. Where there was one, another was to follow. The second one had backed off while bullets tore through the first one's face to leave it mangled and unrecognizable, and as soon as there was nothing but a steady click click click of empty chambers being cycled, it realized now was the perfect time to pounce.

That silence is disrupted as a screech comes from deep in its throat as it moves for Nate with speed, intent on ripping him in half and digging its blackened teeth into some part of him.

Elena's voice is hoarse and weak as she tries to warn him, his name at first like a rasping wheeze. She can't sit back and watch this, not after what she'd seen of him. Her right hand bracing herself and keeping her up, it feels through the blood until touching the downed body next to her. Her fingers curl around a familiar shape with her search and she hurries to pull out the weapon— c'mon c'mon—

A gun is a gun. It comes with a safety and it comes with a trigger. You just point and shoot, like a camera. Not that this is her first time ever firing a gun.

Bracing herself back against the wall, it's hard to see through the unsteady flicker of the thrumming lights in the busted ceiling where piping and wires dangerously hang. Elena brings the weapon up, tries to ignore the way her body protests, and aims. But she's shaking, and it's bad. What if she hits Nate instead?

They'll both be dead.

Her finger presses against the resistance of the trigger and the first hit misses them both, flies close enough to the Descendant that it stops suddenly and twists to snarl at her, switching course. The shaking gets worse and it's so hard to stay calm but now that it's coming for her and coming up fast; that makes aiming all the easier.

This time she's the one emptying her gun into the beast, catching it in the upper torso (not that it does much to slow it) and finally in the head, a hole above its brow spilling dark blood over its face just as its practically on top of her. It falls to drape heavily like a dead weight over her lap, its blood adding to the dark stain of her own.

This time it's her panting breath that cuts through the silence, a pained sob of breath as she tries to begin pushing it away with the one hand. Elena just wants to get out of here, get back to their room, the smell of blood and death thick in the air. ]

[warandpeace]

☄ He Ate My Heart

[It's something his mind falls back on too often, but Kaz has had some very bad experiences with things that look human but move in a way very abnormally. The crawling thing is new. But otherwise? Still more off-putting than anything else he's run into so far.]

[That shoulder capped with a prosthetic aches, remember the rest of an arm that should be there. Lucky he saw past his wounded pride and agreed to something artificial a while back. If he hadn't, he would be able to pry this thing off of him as he's bowled over down the hall by one. No mistaking that wonderful thump of back hitting floor.]

[Hissing in panicked Japanese, Kaz ends up scrambling backwards, managing to get his baton out (a gift from Rinzler with a very convenient laser knife at the end, god bless the murdercat) and slicing off one of the Descendent's hands.]

[Even when he shoves it off with his foot it manages to rake at his fake calf feverishly.]

[sketchycharacter]

[It's good timing—Nate is coming down the hall when Kaz dismembers the Descendant, and shoving it away provides enough space that he can aim, fire and end the miserable thing with one headshot. Which he does.]

You all right? Hurt?

Ground Control to Major Tom

[poolhall_killer]

[If Nathan looks close enough, he'll spot a peculiar man nursing an equally peculiar bat. Both look pretty beaten up, but the bat looks like he's been treated.

Venom, on the other hand, looks like he barely took care of himself. Chances are he just ignored his injuries in favor of getting Bart help. The swearing catches his attention as he looks up from casting a few healing spells.]

Is something the matter, sir?

[Other than the whole crashing ship thing.]

[sketchycharacter]

[That's a pretty big 'other than.']

Other than 'just about everything'? [He shakes his head.] Just thinking out loud. Sorry.

ZOMBIEEEES

[cockade]

[Discretion is usually the better part when in an encounter such as this, but Arno barely has any patience between losing sleep and now having the ship fall apart while these monsters are prominent. Habit has him traveling via halls and above the walkways, moving as fast as he can to try and find others who need help. So long as he can actually do something, rather than just watch people suffer or be helpless, he'll act on it.

So when the Frenchman spots Nate running, he follows- only to notice the small group of Descendants tailing after him.]

Merde. [A pause before he calls out-] Drop your head, Nate!

[His left arm flicks out, the phantom blade sliding into place as Arno aims for the head of one and fires a bolt almost instantly, the creature flopping onto the floor. Another flick of his wrist, and the crossbow on his arm folds back in on itself. He jumps down and races towards Nate, focused on taking out at least one more, a hand reaching for his sword and slicing into the back of another.

There's a tired smile given towards the other man] I figured you could use a little help.

[sketchycharacter]

[He is going to get eaten starting from the ass, and not in a sexy way. He's gonna die and Elena will never know what happened to her husband and she'll cry and it'll be sad and—

—oh hey it's Arno. Nate has just enough time to register the command and follows it immediately, ducking as low as he can while still running, without knowing why. That's called trust.

It buys him enough time to aim his gun and take out a third, and that means they probably won't die in the next thirty seconds. Beyond that? They'll see.]

Help is welcome. I hope you like killing these things, because we're going to get a lot of opportunities to do it.

your circuit's dead is there something wrong

[knaval]

[wordlessly, riptide clomps over to where nate is standing and loudly sits down next to him. probably shaking the ground a bit too. it does absolutely nothing for the size difference between them.]

...

So much for anime night, huh?

;_;

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate must really be in a daze, because he doesn't really notice Riptide's approach until he sits, even though it's hard to miss. He's not bothered, though. The company of a friend is pretty welcome right now.]

No kidding. Maybe someone packed up one of the DVD players. Not that we won't need to take care of all of this first.

[He waves his hand vaguely. Where do they even start? What do they do next?]

Timewarp

[newnova]

[ Sam had been trying to avoid the observation decks, keeping his head down rather than look out and witness the strangeness that was outside the window. But when he walks by and hears someone call his name, he looks up. ]

Huh? What do you want?

lol

[sketchycharacter]

[It takes Nate a few seconds to react. He's too caught in what he thinks he saw, but what's gone in a blink. Is he too tired? Has he begun hallucinating?]

What?

Ground Control to Major Tom

[ghettobatman]

["Well fuck" is just about right. From boarding the Moira to this crash, it's been a non-stop shitshow as far as Matt is concerned. He's also bruised and bleeding (and only partially treated), but that doesn't mean he's going to sit still. When Nate's making the rounds, he may notice that said injured blind man is actually trying to sneak off.]

[Except he's been caught.]

Excuse me.

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate moves to step aside, but then his brain catches up from autopilot and he takes in the guy's actual state. Well, that's not good.]

Uh, no offense, but you look kind of terrible, man. Have you seen one of the doctors yet?