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"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.
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thisavrou_log2016-11-15 09:40 pm
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Her left arm is completely useless, she can't feel a thing from the shoulder down to her forearm.
Making sure she can still grip something, Elena grips the gun in her right hand a little tighter for reassurance.
They turn the corner and quickly, in spite of her injuries, she reaches to smack the side of her gun against her husband's arm, hissing. ]
Careful—!
[ Hard to drag him back around with only one arm. Hopefully it's enough to get him to come back into cover because holy shit, what the fuck is that? ]
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Also, it's looking at them.]
Shit!
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Can it smell fear? ]
Back up— slowly. [ She dares to breathe out, loud enough that he'll hear but that unrecognizable monster won't. ] No sudden movements...
[ God how she hopes it can't hear her heart hammering at the base of her throat. The sound of it is so loud in her ears, deafening. ]
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[Slowly. Slooooowly. Don't show fear, don't look like a threat, don't give it a reason to—
—charge at them, and the thing is fucking fast. It happens in seconds, less than that, and there's no way to kill it in time, no way to get Elena away from it, it's coming for them both.
It happens on instinct. He turns, twists, and lifts—if the thing has any sentience, it definitely won't expect Elena to kick it in the face or whatever it's got.]
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[ It charges and, Jesus, it's a terrifying sight; she half expects Nate to knock her aside by accident in trying to get out of the way, or flatten her against the wall. Or grab her by the arm like he had as the three of them crowded within the small light from the torch to keep from the walls.
Elena doesn't expect to be grabbed around the middle and hefted up. The motion is so sudden that he ends up jarring her arm and making her cry out in pain, body seizing tensely from it. And yet she instinctively draws her legs up as she presses back, kicking out and catching it hard in the throat (GO TEAM—).
A horrible choking sound is heard. The beast staggers back.
She's not doing so hot herself, breaths gasping as she half grips her gun and digs it into his arm in trying to grip onto him. She feels sick, dizzy, looks ashen gray and white.
Something along the lines of 'oh god—' are hastily stuttered. With those words the contents in her stomach follow as she leans off to the side over his arm, stomach heaving. ]
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It's not the dominant emotion, but he's proud as hell of her—she's in pain and he hadn't planned the motion, hates to hurt her, but something in him knew it was the only option, and she rolled with it. Did a damn good job, too—it's staggering, half down, and it gives him the time he needs.
Nate sets her down quickly and fires four rounds into the beast's head with his free hand. It goes down for good.
He turns to her and is about to repeat his previous unvoiced sentiment out loud when she turns and vomits abruptly. Only a little backsplash lands on him.
Go...team...?]
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She doesn't care to turn her head to look, she peers from the corner of her eye as she's sagging heavily against his arm, breathing hard, shaking. Good to know that's out of their way. Hopefully there won't be another or two more that come around sniffing them out.
Not quite ladylike of her but Elena gathers whatever is in her mouth and spits off to the side, grimacing at the lingering taste. Disgusting. ]
Pac. Water?
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[He'd been solely focused on combat and escort. Water and food could be taken care of in the relative safe spaces.
He keeps a hold on her, though, supporting her if she needs to barf again or just lean on him.]
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My pac, yeah.
[ One handed, she reaches for it at her side. ]
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[He plucks it away before she can, and gets the water out quickly. He's already looking nervous when he hands it over, though.]
Can you drink and walk? We need to move.
[He'd happily hold it so she can drink, but that's going to slow them down, and the next attack might be more successful.]
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Elena's not paying much attention, moving forward with a gulp, downing the water. ]
How- how much further?
[ Because her arm is fucked, it's numb, she can't feel it at all and Elena doesn't want to say anything in case it worries him more. The water is handed back, her gun in her hand again. ]
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[It's a lie. No, not a lie, but an obfuscation. He doesn't have a sense of distance on the ship, nor of how much time it will take, the way things are. But they have to keep moving, and making her more afraid won't help with that. He hurries alongside her, trying to urge her on without rushing her too much. It's harder than it sounds.]
That's right, honey. One step at a time.
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[ And she does, she's pushing herself for their sake. To get the hell out of the hallways so they aren't in the way of some other monster's fury and hunger.
Elena really wishes they knew how much further it was till...wherever it was they were going to. Suddenly she then froze as she felt the floor tremble. In the distance, somewhere from down the maze of halls, there was a fierce screaming roar.
Fuck, it chilled her blood. ]
Nate... [ A wide glance is shot over to him, breaths quickening. Oh no. ] Did...I ever make you sit down and watch Jurassic Park...?
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Yeah...yeah, you did.
[Good movie. The special effects had held up.]
You don't think...
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Now would be the best time to book it but Elena's staring down the hallway the sounds are coming from, eyes wide. ]
I don't...know...
[ She jolts; the tremors aren't stopping. It can't be possible, there's no way a T-Rex would show up here. That's bonkers. But no less bonkers than fucking Descendants showing up and pitching them into mayhem. ]
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He tugs at her shirt and pulls her in the opposite direction of the sounds.]
Let's get the fuck out of here.
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Elena feels the tug, knows he's urging her to get the fuck moving but she's only moving with small steps while still staring. Each step brings shudder after shudder to rumble and quake beneath their feet and it's when she sees the clawed feet, the dark red scales— welp. ]
G-go—! Holy shit, what is that?
[ Turning abruptly then to push at him. not a dinosaur, clearly. But worse. ]
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That ends up being irrelevant anyway, because what peeks around the corner isn't a dinosaur. It's worse. Built for murder, even with incredibly intimidating color—it's a goddamn monster. Or a nightmare.]
Go, go, go!
[It doesn't matter what it actually is. They are gone.]
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Dragon— [ Gasped, mostly to herself, and she nearly falls, tripping on a body but catching herself against the wall.
The hallway ahead of them is pitch dark. The sounds that come from within are the sounds of nightmares and would put the hair on her arms to stand on end, were they not covered in blood. She can't even check her clip to see how much ammunition is left.
Elena sags into the wall and leans forward, panting for breath. She feels like they're out of options. ]
Nate...
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What's ahead of them looks grim, but it's at least a chance. He glances at his gun to make sure the clip is full and moves to pull her off the wall.]
Can you walk? If you can't I'm carrying you.
[No more time for reassurances. They have to go, at least take a chance.]
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[ The second time she's felt the need to say that today so far. Elena feels done, like this is it. The makeshift bandaging around her one arm has already become soaked with fresh blood.
Her protests don't matter when he's pulling her away from the wall.
It shows then that he'll have to carry her, her weight sagging into him once the wall's no longer there to support her. ]
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[She is, technically, but Nate does not give one single damn. They ride together, they die together; he's not leaving if she can't.
But just then he spots something ahead in the dark, half-hidden by the gloom. There's no time to explain, no time to do anything but take a leap of faith, so he scoops her up in his arms without warning, carrying her like he did that day out of Shambhala.
Something even further in the gloom hisses as he charges forward, like it's anticipating their arrival, and all he can imagine is an enormous black mouth opening wide enough to encompass the entire hallway. But he doesn't stop, actually moves faster, until—
—he drops to his knees and carries them down through the rotted point in the deck, ready to take his chances with whatever lies below this section of the Moira.]
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[ She remembers this, it's Shambhala all over again. She'd been conscious enough to know back than as she was enough to know now. Her head drops to his shoulder, her breathing becoming labored. Her blood soaks into his shirt, stains his skin through the fabric.
Elena barely hears the hissing, all she knows is that he's pushing himself faster, harder. She doesn't see the darkness that rushes to swallow them. He drops and her gun almost slips from her grasp. ]
What- what? Nate...
[ Where are they? Where are they going? It's strange that she can make out the fear, the apprehension.
The noises continue, rush in from behind, like they're giving chase. ]
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Adrenaline and determination make a great combination, because even carrying Elena, he's able to move faster, put distance between whatever is making those noise, and then slowly, outrun it until it's just them.
They're safe. Or as safe as anyone can be on the ship right now.]
I think we lost them.
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[ She feels so tired, like she just wants to lean against him and rest her head. Her eyes feel so heavy that she keeps them closed, body feeling light and yet heavy all at once. ]
How— how far...?
[ Elena doesn't realize it but her voice is sounding further and further away. Medical needs to be coming up any moment now, if they can find the proper turn off in the dark. ]
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