june mod plot log

[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: June 1 to June 30th
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings: Body horror in the fog description. Description and pictures of monstrous wildlife for Aioros. Label your headers where appropriate!

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 52 (June 1). There are 100 days in a cycle, and the current cycle started on April 11.

⋆ At the beginning of June, temperatures on Kauto are at a catastrophic low of 40° F / 4° C during the day and 19° F / -7° C at night. Region Two’s agricultural production is devastated as most crops on the supposedly static planet prove unable to survive below freezing. Throughout the month, increased Ingress activity will cause a gradual increase of approximately +18° F/+10° C, but food shortages can still be expected.

Chioni, in contrast, has thawed, if only by a little. EN-Line adjacent regions are up to -20° F / -29° C during the day, and -50° F / -46° C at night. While the further burgs are still restricted, access to Burg One has been re-opened to those capable of surviving the freeze.

⋆ Savrii Notices:

While a few individuals might have a greater understanding of events, the first catastrophe of the half-cycle will catch most beings by surprise. On Day 52, a mist appears in Region Four, spreading rapidly through the underwater city and the surface areas alike. Within hours, it deepens to a thick fog, deep enough to block vision of anything past arm's length. Within a day? It appears in Region Five as well.

A biohazard warning is issued immediately, as well as a mandatory evacuation of all parties in the regions of effect. No one but the Savrii’s licensed decontamination teams are permitted past the quarantine, a rule they will enforce both strictly and with force. However, the border is massive, and those who evade notice to enter or remain will, within a day, hear voices. They sound like your friends. Your neighbors. Maybe, you'll even hear your own. They sound like anyone and everyone who came back from Asteroid 276, and to others you have never met. Follow, and you can find them.

In part.

They aren't in the streets. They aren't in the buildings. But those who look below, to the cellars and sewers and passages beneath most habitable zones? Will come across faces. Mouths. Distended and wide, copied and patched into the surface of the walls like wax impressions-- but crafted out of flesh and bone. A larynx might dangle beneath, or bubble out of the wall, blood trickling impossibly in from the side. Just enough to cry out. Beg. To call, to you.

“Liars,” they say. “Don’t trust them.” “Help us.” “Come back.” And more than any other plea? “Run.”

Those who follow that advice will be rescued by the Savrii and led off to decontamination. Those who keep searching may encounter something very different at the center of the fog. Whether by your choices or the Savrii's alone, the fog will recede on Day 59 (June 8), leaving no flesh, no noise-- no sign that anything went on at all.

The initial warning about the contaminant sent waves of paranoia through Thisavrou’s population. The subsequent call to slaughter another world-- and the news that newcomers had hijacked the ingress to accomplish it-- gave the Savrii someone to blame. Paranoia towards new arrivals is at an all-time high, with some establishments refusing commerce to non-natives. Others discuss loudly how few of the current problems predated the group taken at the midway hub... and how culpable they might have been in the crimes there. While the rumors of “protection gangs” are probably overblown, it might not be a bad idea to take a friend when you wander about out of doors. Or, of course, keep your nearest Mediation Center on speed dial.

Whether from the climatological strain or the social one, the Department of Ingress Contingency Coordination is activating the Ingress to allow travel to new worlds. As previously, the Ingress will operate on specific travel intervals, and the heightened security can very much be seen in effect.

The initial test brought through a wave of new arrivals, who will receive wary greetings and be processed as usual. Subsequent tests will open up two new worlds. As the agricultural failures have increased dependence on offworld trade, those making contact with new worlds are encouraged to act carefully-- both in their own behavior and in any resources they choose to bring back.

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ingress travel info

⋆ Signatures are the base reason for traveling through the Ingress (aside from general exploration and monetary gain) and are used to discover the correct world visitors on Thisavrou wish to return to. Every visit through a different Ingress brings the technicians a little closer to finding it.

⋆ Missions are jobs or specific tasks listed on the TAB once new worlds are open for exploration. Be sure to check if Clearance Levels are required to accept some of these missions.

⋆ Clearance Levels are given to visitors for the length of time they have been on Thisavrou (or traveling on the Moira). Each CL can offer access to certain things or incentives that others will not have. As of this month, security will be in place outside the Ingress to ID travelers and ensure no clearance violations occur.

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Aioros

⋆ Ingress technicians have discovered an energy link to a new world. It has been marked as Exploration Class (EC’s) and all who go through will be given a drone to use for documentation. This drone also serves a secondary purpose as a location beacon because it’s important to note that Aioros, while looking like a lush tropical rain forest when you arrive on planet, is also incredibly deadly to almost every non-native lifeform that visits it. The very air itself is poisonous to breathe thanks to the pollen and spores permeating the air and every traveler is given a breather mask to protect their face. Exposure to mucus membranes or even open cuts will introduce the native poisons to a body’s system. Really you should be wearing full body protection, or at least gloves. At least some of the plants transmit their poison through contact with skin!

Please, wear the suits the nice scientists give you. They don’t want you to die.

Of course, it isn’t just the air that wants to kill you. While Aioros doesn’t have any sentient life-forms residing upon it that doesn’t mean it’s devoid of life. In fact it’s just chock full of things that will kill you! Giant spiders, venomous snakes and lizards as well as a bevy of incredibly aggressive mammals. Explorers are encouraged to venture out in groups of two or more because if equipment fails the only way of finding you is a drone that may or may not break down before it reaches the base camp set at the Ingress gate. There’s safety in numbers, folks!

⋆ Prompt 1 (Mission): What could possibly go wrong in this lush jungle paradise???

The scientists at the Ingress Complex are just fascinated with the diverse life present on Aioros! Not enough to go there themselves, though! All that toxic flora and fauna is scary, you know? Which is where you come in, explorer! You’ve been assigned to collect samples of the plants in a certain area. Aioros might be full of things ready to kill you for absolutely no reason but that’s no reason to not have fun! The scientists are willing to pay a lot of money for plant samples and photographs since the plant life has a great capacity for providing insight into the development of new medicines and chemical compounds that they haven’t even dreamed of. While the fee for a photograph will vary based on quality and detail, every sample turned in is worth 40 sencs, with another 60 to come in the future if it results in a promising medical or chemical lead. So put on your masks and get out there! Just, be careful, okay?

⋆ Prompt 2: Euphorium

The worst has happened, your breathing mask has broken down whether because you broke it on your mission or simply because of poor equipment maintenance. Either way, you’re in trouble. The first breath of unfiltered air makes eyes water but then… then you feel amazing. Vaguely you remember that the first stage of pollen toxicity is euphoria but that doesn’t matter so much. Maybe you’re immune and that’s why you feel wonderful! If you have a companion with you, this would probably be the best time for them to get you back to camp -- or, even better: get a backup mask on you before you go breathing in any more poison. If exposure continues the euphoria fades away and is replaced with intense hallucinations of your fears. An average sized human can last five hours before fatal toxicity sets in and there is little hope for recovery. Thankfully the Savrii are willing to provide extraction for stranded explorers provided they’re able to activate their drone beacon in time.

* Prompt 3 (Mission): MMM… SMASHING

If you’re feeling adventurous (or you really need the payday) the scientists have a special request of you. There isn’t much documentation of the wildlife on Aioros. Mostly because people who go out there looking for it tend to come back needing a really big dose of antivenom. The Savrii are willing to pay 200 sencs per week spent documenting the wildlife. A few private buyers will also pay for dead samples: 50-100 sencs per body, depending on the sample and on your negotiating skills.

• It seems the map that you were given has led you into… a really dark part of the jungle. What was that rustling sound? Why is the ground sticky? Are those… webs? It looks like you’ve stumbled into the territory of a colony of some very large, very aggressive spiders. You might want to run.

• What's that peering down at you from the tree branches? Aww...that bear is so fuzzy. And it must be friendly, because it's…smiling? These creatures are safe if you keep enough of a distance, but when threatened, they'll put those fangs to use. And watch out—if they decide to come down from the trees, they'll take the fastest way down, and heads make great landing spots.

• All visitors are warned about wearing anything too flashy in a certain quadrant of the forest that’s home to Aioros’s least dangerous beastie, the Aiorosian Purple Ringed Tree Octopus. These clever creatures are hardly poisonous at all! Unfortunately they make up for that by being too damn smart for their own good with a love of shiny objects. Any explorers who attract their attention might find themselves getting sprayed in the face with a mildly paralytic ink before they’re robbed for everything they have. Similarly, if you spot a nest of sparkling objects in the trees you’d be well served to go in the opposite direction, it means a family of octopodes is nearby.

(All sencs are awarded ICly when you come back through. OOCly, you keep track of what you earn.)

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Earth 91c

...coming soon, to a set of comms near you. Keep an eye out for June's upcoming player plot!

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For questions, comments, or additional information, check out the OOC post here. Don't forget to respond to the Activity Check!

Comments

Wanda Maximoff (crau) | open

[witchweird]

Even with the evident dangers, both of the specific world and of Ingress travel in general, the staging area for the trip to Aioros was fairly crowded. The woman checking ids and handing out equipment yawned as Wanda stepped forward.

"Just you?" she said in a bored tone, tapping some keys on the station in front of her.

Wanda nodded.

The woman began a spiel about how dangerous it could be, and Wanda tuned her out, letting her senses range around the room instead. She could sense anticipation, nervousness, confidence, competitiveness -- but among Ingress travellers, the corrosive poison of paranoia and blame was mostly absent. These were the people who were still travelling, despite everything. It was a welcome respite for Wanda; she'd been keeping her mental senses more and more sensitive as the mood turned against people like her, so that she would be able to detect danger before she was threatened, but it had been exhausting. As things got worse on Thisavrou, a world of physical poisons seemed like a holiday.

When the woman began talking about the missions, though, Wanda's attention sharpened. That was why she was here. Trading had dried up, there was talk of food shortages, and Wanda's reserve of sencs was looking more and more meagre even as her store of trade goods did her no good when she was shunned in many areas of Thisavrou.

But the thing that had pushed Wanda over the tipping point for visiting this particular planet was some talk she'd overheard about biological solutions benefiting Region 3. Wanda still hadn't moved back to her original home on Thisavrou, but she knew the temperatures were not being kind to the recovery efforts that were being made. The last she'd heard, newly planted shrubs and flowers meant to restore the underlayer of the forest were being hard hit by disease and fungi in their cold-weakened state. Probably most of the chemicals and medicines developed from this jungle would be geared toward animal life, but if some of the chemicals might help the forest ecosystem, that was enough for Wanda.

"In addition to the recommended equipment, I'd like all the flyover maps of different plant distributions and micro-environments within the jungle," she said. "In hard copy. And a backup breath mask and distress beacon."

"You really should try to team up with someone," the woman said.

Wanda shrugged. "Fast and light, that is how I survive," she said. She might not be as fast as her brother (her brothers, but the thought of Peter was a broken stem, bearing only splinters where she'd once anticipated that something might grow -- but might have beens are nothing, and it was Pietro Wanda still thought of when she thought of speed), but she was still faster alone than she would be trying to coordinate with someone else who she didn't know.

"I will mark my trail with breadcrumbs so that you can recover my data," she added ironically.

A. Spiders

Wanda took photographs and sensor readings from each plant in situ, then isolated samples from the plants in labeled test tubes. It wasn't difficult, but it was a bit like following a trail of breadcrumbs from one novel plant to another. There wasn't much point getting a dozen of the same thing, but the jungle was teeming with different varieties. A few steps could mean an entirely different set of plants. Without realizing it, Wanda wandered off course, and then she wandered a bit more because there were so many plants that seemed unique -- and then she stepped on something sticky and looked up to see herself surrounded by webs.

B. Underground

Wanda set up cameras to try to capture animal behaviour, but the first few tries she only got the occasional animal passing through. She decided she would have to track the animals herself to get decent footage.

When the animal she'd been trying to follow disappeared into a cave, Wanda hesitated, but only briefly. Yes, don't touch anything was the rule here and the cave entrance was narrow, but on the other hand, she was uniquely suited to getting through caves since she knew how to use her powers to mimic earthbending.

Plus, she was curious. No one had mentioned caves in the briefing, but they probably should have. To Wanda, caves were welcoming, and caves on other worlds were worth exploring just because they were there.

All things considered, even if the cave collapsed, it was still probably less dangerous than outside.

C. Base camp

It didn't take too long for Wanda to build up enough samples and video footage to make it worthwhile to trek back to base camp to drop them off before heading out into the wild again.

Some of the other explorers were there, drinking some kind of sweet beverage and swapping tales.

"I saw one of those," Wanda said into a pause. "But mine was green, and it had spines. And it wasn't nearly as bad as the flying lizards. They're insidious! One crept into my shelter -- I don't know how, it's supposed to be air tight, but maybe the lizard hid in my sleeping roll -- and laid eggs in the ceiling and died. Two nights later I woke with poisonous lizard babies in my hair!"

D. Wild card

C - base camp

[sketchycharacter]

[On one hand, Nate is pretty sure it's a bad idea to be here. He doesn't need the money, and this whole fucking planet seems to be venomous, murderous or both. On the othe hand, he still loves exploring, and he's never been Mr. Safety. So here he is anyway, on a break between jaunts into he wild.]

I'd call bullshit, but this planet is even weirder than most of the ones we've seen, so you get the benefit of the doubt. What did you do with the babies?

chara | ota | will match formats

[inconsequence]

june 1st; run oh god oh god run for your lives

So. This puts them three for three on the front of situations they've actively worsened via their interaction with the problem despite their best efforts. Really, Chara should have come to anticipate something like this would be inevitable! Trying to free monsterkind results in the death of the crown prince of the Underground, the dissolution of a marriage, and the spark that reignites a war between two species! Trying to pin a skewer of justice into the slavers that reduced Asriel to something that quivered under beds and recoiled from unknown touch and acted like someone like something like them - leads to Shepard disappearing off the face of the planet, with no promise that she'll return, because she saw the consequences and decided they would not be theirs to bear, even if they were rightfully, rightfully so.

And now, this.

Apparently, not even scouring the planet for a foreign contaminant in the hopes of eradicating its presence entirely is immune to Chara's eternal capacity to always corrupt that which they touch, upending any well-laid plans and rendering them pointless, inert, a hot spray of red soiling the hungry earth. Triggering the burst of fog that comes rolling out across the region in a greedy inflorescence, soaking up light and life and everything else.

There were others involved, certainly, but that won't prevent Chara from singlehandedly attempting to take the burden of the blame on everyone else's behalf. They're long overdue for some adequate consequences, are they not?

So they're running.

They're running hard and fast, making a beeline for the Dreemurr residence located in Kauto, Region 5, because it's about time they inform their roommates that they'll all three of them be going on a little spontaneous vacation. How about that?

june 7th; in the thick of it; cw suicide ideation

[One would think they'd have learned.

One would think they'd have learned, that sliding any of their fingers into the proverbial pie merely gets the finger severed or, worse, the entire pie poisoned. Poisoned is especially poignant, especially to the point, ha ha, seeing as their efforts to track the contaminant under Soldier 76's organization resulted in nothing more than a steady worsening of the situation for everyone, even those who already endured the grueling process of decontamination.

Yet they are here, all the same. Scouring through the dense fog, even as it chills their lungs and clings to the back of their throat like a cotton mat. Not anoxic, but stiff, and cloying. Perhaps toxic in some capacity, but since when has that mattered? Since when has anything been truly enough to poison them in any permanent capacity? Should they not celebrate the fact that something could?

With the attempt to brave the fog comes a certain sense of invulnerability; a karmic taunt, a red flag flashed to the world at large. Go on, then. Desecrate them. Reduce them to a sickening streak of something dead and rotting on the floor. They'd just LOVE the opportunity to finally confront something capable of dismantling them utterly, and leaving nothing behind. As it should be.

Something swells from the roiling clouds of the stuff like a soap bubble about to be popped, like the bobbing of a frog's throat.

Voices, urging them, imploring them, to run.

They've not got better to do. The Knife slips out, grasped by blanching knuckles, as the child turns slowly on the spot, eyeing the wisps and fragments of things that may or may not exist.

Until at last they break in the form of arcing steel, in a sweeping red slash that bisects one of the great gaping maws that dangles there, hissing at them, taunting them, calling them liars, begging for their help, and haven't they learned what it means, when you call for help?

They'll cut it to pieces.

They'll burn it, all of it, until it is nothing but ash.]

june 12th; aioros; lemme smash

They can thank Asriel for being willing to accompany them through the Ingress; since their unfortunate encounter with one of the Savrii's delightful intermediaries, their clearance levels have suffered accordingly. They may only engage in Ingress travel when accompanied by another of greater or equal clearance, though thankfully Asriel is kind enough to allow them to pretend as though they are still relevant to his life and his wishes.

This is how they come to encounter something with altogether too many legs and just as many eyes, its chitinous hide glistening as it descends along the gossamer-thin silk threads stretched between the trees.

"Greetings," says Chara, politely, but the salutation garners no response but a long, chittering hiss.

The child sighs, slipping the Knife out from the sheath at their side, eyeing the thing warily. They certainly didn't see any spider bake sales prior to their arrival in this section of the jungle, but somehow they doubt that the promise of purchasing some refreshing Spider Cider will SAVE them from this particular encounter.

Either way, Chara is yet to notice the second spider slinking closer behind them, poised to strike.

wildcard; idk bro idk

[Hit me up for anything and everything my dudes I'm here all the time. Feel free to PM me or add me over at arrpee for any of your plotting needs.]

run child run

[gainedlove]

The sound of the door slamming open with so much force sends a stiff thrill of--something through Frisk. They turn from where they had been cleaning up some mess from the night before (busy work, just making sure the house is kept together for their siblings) and call out nervously.

"Hello? Who--who's there?"

june 1st

[pleasereset]

Asriel was sitting at the kitchen table, a half-eaten sandwich laying on a paper plate and some kind of doodle next to him. He hears the door slam, nearly jumping a foot in the air. But before he can properly react, he sees the familiar figure coming through the doorway.

"Chara? Is everything OK?"

june 12th

[pleasereset]

Admittedly, after last month's events, Asriel wasn't really feeling too up to more planet travel. More specifically, he didn't trust himself to do anymore planet travel. What if he snaps again? Ends up dismembering someone who wasn't an awful slaver? He was that terrible, wasn't he?

But this planet wasn't full of slavers, and Asriel needed to start pulling his weight. Do more for his family than just attack anyone that looked at them funny. He had to do more to help them, provide for them, be someone who's actually good-

So he goes with them through the Ingress, and the planet they end up one is... kind of familiar. Asriel's had to walk through a jungle before. It's still just as miserable and humid for a creature covered in fur.

He follows Chara for a while, but he's kind of struggling. The webbing around them has him a little on edge, and he snorts and flails a little as something sticky brushes against the tip of his nose.

"Urf..."

He bats the webbing away, prepared to just reach back for his disk and cutting through it. The hiss ahead catches his attention, and it prompts Asriel to pick up his pace towards Chara. He sees them, brandishing a knife and facing down a very, very large spider. He grabs his disk, prepared to help if Chara doesn't take it out fast enough.

Unfortunately, Asriel doesn't notice the second spider either.

Mettaton | One open, one closed, will match format

[mttbrandlegs]

Nothing Changes

Mettaton hadn't expected the biohazard situation to completely render his home, as well as the childrens' home, completely uninhabitable. Though maybe he's just trying to find his spot to fit in at this point, by saying he was in danger too.

The truth was, he had never been in danger. Not really. He's just a stupid, dark-hearted robot murderer, and now that he and many others were evacuated and transient...he was reminded every day of his mistakes. Not just because of himself though, no.

Now the Savrii reminded him. Their coldhearted glances, the whispers that were just a little too loud to hide the true intent...all of it.

Mettaton listened, quietly, and even as he did his mindless errands, bags of groceries in one hand and the other swinging slightly at his side with each step, he internalized it. He kept it close, because he knew it was true. Everything they said and hated about people like him was true. He was a sinner.

No thought was put to why he'd done anything.

No one understood a monster's plight. How could they understand the weight on his SOUL, the damage that murder had done to his psyche, to his state of well being?

Tiredly, Mettaton turns into an alley, and he leans against the wall. Here, he lets himself exhale a shuddering sigh, his vision going hazy at the corners as his knees threatened to buckle. He's so tired...nothing he will ever do will be right.

The bag he's holding tumbles to the ground, and a few cans of processed food and some fruit escape the plastic holdings, rolling out of the alley.


Off the Edge of the Map [Closed to Asriel]

Mettaton hadn't really managed to get much work the past few weeks, and his take was almost as poor as he felt with each passing day. It's only logical that he take a trip to Aioros for a bit of extra cash. It would fuel his spending habits, most of which centered around trying to provide for Asriel, Frisk, and Chara...whether they needed it or not.

They were all he felt he had. There were others, of course, but after the loss of Bucky, he had decided to pass on forming deep relationships with anyone. It's easier to push away those who you don't consider family...even if it's not advisable.

As he walks on, keeping Asriel close but giving him space all the same, Mettaton's mind slips to others, thinking on what relationships he still considered as acquaintances.

J. Sideswipe. Ginko. Tony. Ryuuzaki.

People he barely spoke to anymore. People who...probably didn't think very highly of him anymore. It was for the best though. Distance kept anything else from hurting. He...couldn't take anymore loss.

Papyrus. Alphys. Sans. Toriel. Lucio. Bucky.

Mettaton feels a coldness seize his SOUL, and for a moment...he's not on Aioros. He's not anywhere. He scarcely remembers that Asriel is even here with him. He forgets...he's not here. His face doesn't even register emotion.

[pleasereset]

Asriel was looking for a distraction, and getting paid to watch wildlife on a weird jungle planet seemed tame enough. He needed to pull his weight more, do more for his family. He still remembers the look on Chara's face when they returned from being arrested, or the way Frisk fought Mettaton, or how Mettaton pleaded to die after being freed from that same nightmare that hung around his neck, or how he took his disk and...

He shakes his head. It was okay. He wouldn't freak out and hurt anyone. He wouldn't hurt Mettaton, and they were just watching animals, right?

Nothing to panic over. He couldn't trust himself anymore, but there was nothing here he'd be able to hurt.

The trek through the jungle is long, and hot. Asriel's pulled off his shirt, his fur damp with moisture. Mettaton's been mostly silent, and Asriel isn't sure if he should bother him or not. But after a while...

"Are you okay, Mettaton?"

He looks like he's just staring off into space, and it's starting to worry Asriel a little.

AIOROS | ota | creeping and so, so many dead spiders

[a_perfect_end]

Puzzle: (One)

Look for samples! they suggested. Find interesting things! they said.

Never, never take off your helmet! Or your suit or basically--look, everything on this planet can kill you, and you can expect four different chemical showers for a hello on your return.

But he's a creature of patterns, without the need for food, water, or sleep. And while nature, as a concept, is the worst thing that has ever happened to him--he likes money, and fractals, and some of the ferns in particular grow nowhere else but on this graceful green deathtrap of a world.

Rare spiral geometry in self-replicating instances bound to the classic Euclidean series?

...Well Hello, nurse.

So, sure, he'll play.

Watch where you're walking; that's his fungus sample, and you're more likely the one that needs protective covering.

Timed Escape: (Two)

Too bad about that tiny tear in that sophisticated suit. Yours? His? Doesn't matter-- the end will be the same, unless they hurry.

One thing's for sure: they'll need to make every moment count.

Run and Gun: (Three)

They're not lost. That's a stupid idea. The map is wrong, and has been from the start--which is what he gets, perhaps, for buying it cut-rate off an exiled Nirubijian Space Prince.

Here, the light filters down in thin grungy spangles the color of diesel smoke, brush so thick the lit edge of a disc snags a little on the downstroke if the angle's too wide.

And then the foliage ripples, dancing under the weight of a new visual disturbance, fluid but frantic somehow, like violin strings at high speed.

Strands fat and viscous and difficult to detect accurately, even in IR. Fibers of organic nature that are doing their best impression of clear and sort of heavily bending the light instead, like gooey waxed paper.

This pattern is radial, vertical, and too late--

It describes a net.

[notglitching]

On the bright side? Clu, finally leaving his room.

On the less bright side? This.

Rinzler has been hovering behind his admin more or less since import, a red-lit shadow slipping around trees and blending with the darker patches of foliage. It's a compromise between need and want, between the protocol he knows and the practice of a cycle and a half on user-world terrains. He might not like the plant-structures, but he's grown used to them. He could be up the side in half a micro, scanning the terrain ahead and around to find an open path. Certainly it would be quicker than hacking their way through.

But Rinzler follows Clu. Rinzler follows, Clu leads, and if this isn't quite [Two steps back; one to the side; head bowed; hands open—], there are enough deviancies around them all to overlook it. He watches Clu's fascination with the odd data-growth. He slices a gap through the too-large leaf structures, glad for the excuse to keep his disk in hand.

He Does Not Comment when Clu consults the map.

Rinzler's fairly sure they've started their own spiral at this point. He hasn't said anything about that either (though he's beginning to wonder if he should). Clu is ahead, inspecting... some kind of visual effect?—while Rinzler lingers back, noise ticking out a low staccato of frustration. Something's wrong. Scans are no help, overloaded with organic non-code from all vectors, but half a dozen minute flags are going off. The rustle of wind against foliage. The faint shimmer in the air. The dim-filtered light, growing dimmer...

...glitch.

From a little more than two paces behind, Clu will hear a very familiar sound indeed. The hum and slide of disks splitting. Rinzler is coiled in a crouch, blades lit, helmet aimed up toward the shadows of the trees. The shape above might take a moment to pick out: grey-on-grey and massive, extended limbs dancing purchase between trees. Clu found the trap? Rinzler found the trapper.

Looks like he's not the only one who thought it might be better to go up.

Magnus Burnsides | OTA

[ruffboi]

A. Helping Hand

This is Magnus' first journey to a new planet, but he seems to have come prepared. At least, he has a lot of equipment with him - gloves, a mask, a very large pack on his back, and an even larger axe and shield strapped behind it. He may not have a lot of experience in trekking around space, but he does seem to know what he's doing in the outdoors. And whether or not you've already met Magnus before, he's a very helpful guy. He'll share some food, firewood, or a beer with anyone who looks like they could use it, and isn't afraid to give anyone a hand with anything heavy or complicated. On the other hand, he stays fairly cautious about the drones, clearly not knowing really what to do with them or how to use them.

Magnus will keep an eye out for anyone who seems a little lost, underequipped, or who seems to be planning to head out into the wilds on their own or with a small party. If you fit that description, he may just approach you to see if he can come along.

"Hey - you think you might need a hand out there?"

After all, he doesn't know if he's much of a wildlife photographer, so he's thinking his best bet might be to head out with someone else who is planning to take pictures, and offer his protection in exchange for splitting the difference.

B. Spiders

If you're out near the spider nest, you're likely to encounter Magnus as he collects himself some specimens. Or, that's hopefully what he's planning to do, because otherwise it might look to the untrained eye like he's just wandering into the spider nest without any regard for his own safety. Maybe you encounter him as you both get stuck in some web and hear the spiders approach, or maybe you just witness him from far away. When he sees the spiders, he grimaces, but immediately draws his axe and runs into the nest, hacking away at as many as he can get. He's pretty good at clearing them out, but there's also a lot coming.

If he does spot another person, he'll start to rush over, particularly if you look like you might also be overwhelmed by spiders.

C. Bears

Or else maybe you encounter Magnus as he tries to take pictures of a different specimen. You can find Magnus camped out under a tree. He's not entirely confident on how to get his camera to work, but he's not letting that stop him. He's crouched in the bushes, looking up into the leaves, and waving what looks like a piece of beef jerky while he quietly whispers to a bear that's just barely camouflaged in the leaves.

"Hey there, little guy! You can come out, I'm not gonna hurt you!"

That promise may or may not be true, considering there are at least three giant spider carcasses strapped to his back.

D. Closed to Taako and Hawke

A little later, after the drop bear and beef jerky incident, Magnus is slightly worse for wear. He has a small fuzzy fanged creature latched onto his face, attacking him. He's trying to pry it off, but seems to be trying to do it as non-lethaly as possible. Finally, he hits himself in the face with the blunt side of his axe, and while the fuzzy little bear is stunned, pries it off with the axe like a crowbar and deposits it on the ground, where it hisses and runs away. He seems relieved to have gotten it off without hurting it, and also isn't too bad off, aside from the severe scratch marks all over his face and arms. Oh, and also his mask is cracked, so that's not great.

D

[chaoticlootral]

Taako isn't standing idly by watching Magnus get his face mauled (though he did consider it), aiming the end of the Umbra Staff directly at Magnus' face, closing one eye to aim properly and trying to track his flailing. The star the end of the staff-brella begins to glow, like it's starting to power up - Taako setting it up against his shoulder like a shotgun.

"Hey, this is easier if you stay still, I can't get a bead on you my dude--"

And then Magnus hits himself in the face. So. Problem solved I guess? He lowers the umbrella, looking maybe slightly disappointed he didn't get to shoot him in the face.

"Oh. Uh. Hmm."

Who's gonna tell him.

rey | star wars: tfa | ota

[ventifact]

AIOROS

1; you smiled over your shoulder

When Rey is told that the environment on this new planet is toxic and almost certain to kill her, she isn't surprised. It was only a matter of time before one of the planets they came across was less than benign. She'd planned to explore anyway, so the promise of sencs if she brings back some measly photos and flowers is a bonus. To be fair, she's a little rushed with the pictures--she doesn't understand the point when she's bringing the actual plants with her--but takes great care when collecting physical samples. Every now and then, she hears a twig crack somewhere out of sight, but doesn't pay much mind. What are the chances of a giant spider really scuttling around out there? She turns to her partner (probably assigned, possibly chosen), and waves them over.

"There are some purple ones over here."

2; for a minute i was stone-cold sober

By the time the breathing apparatus beeps to alert her to the leak, it's too late. She's sucked in a huge breath of air, attempting to warn her partner, but her fear immediately dissipates into... elation. Rey breaks into a grin, and reaches up to remove the mask. She doesn't need this--why would she ever need this? Everything here is amazing! She laughs, shouting about how beautiful the flowers are and moving to the closest tree, attempting to climb it so she can get a better look at this wonderful planet.

3; i pulled you closer to my chest

An hour or so has passed. Rey isn't sure how she'd gotten so far from camp, or where her partner is. She can't say where the exhilaration she'd felt so recently had gone. Everything is drowned out by the ominous vrrummm of a lightsaber with a cracked kyber crystal. She doesn't know how she recognizes the sound of his weapon, but she does. Every now and then, out of the corner of her eye, she thinks she sees a flash of sparking red, or the billow of a black cowl. Rey runs, trampling through the underbrush, heedless of where she's headed or the trail she leaves behind. She feels as if she's going out of her mind, and eventually, she can't take it anymore. Rey ignites her saber with shaking hands, holding it in front of her and screaming out into the jungle:

"Show yourself, coward!"

4; and you asked me to stay over

[i'm open to almost anything, including someone who had to evacuate crashing at rey's treehouse in region 3! hit me up at watchet or pm me if you wanna plan something!]

3

[redshitlord]

When you don't need to breathe, weird poison planets are simple. Totally simple. He figures he'll earn some extra credits and maybe get something nice for Shepard whenever she comes back. Or new speakers to vid-chat with Riptide. Something like that.

So he goes on his own. Spiders and other things like that won't bother something made of metal, right?

In fact, he's harassing a snapping flower when he hears someone familiar cry out. And they don't sound happy.

"Rey?"

Time to bolt in the direction of her voice and hope for the best. "Rey! Hang on, dude! Incoming!"

charles xavier | ota (unless marked)

[welcomeprofessor]

[ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｇｏｎｎａ ｒｕｎ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ａｎｄ ｄｅｓｅｒｔ ｙｏｕ ]
[The temperatures are the first sign of worry. While it's nothing near the worst winters he'd ever seen in rural New York, it's a sudden and stark change. The mansion back home had always been a too-empty, drafty thing, even with occupied rooms and full classes, and without quite as much activity here, it seems markedly worse now. The first night is rough, spent hovering too close to fireplaces that he's quietly thankful were replicated along with everything else.

As the fog rolls in the next day, the temperatures don't get better. As the evacuation notices come, an explicable sort of chaos ensues through that frigid house. At first, he stays to give directions, making sure people can get out and have a place to go. Time, however, continues to wear on, and soon he's one of very few still left in the house. They make to go, those who linger, and the fog outside is cloying. It fills the air in a way he's never seen.

Of course, he understands the general layout, and the direction of the way out. But that matters very little when the voices start. "Don't leave," they say. "We're still here, don't leave."

It's easy to get separated out here. And he lingers.]


[ ｗｅ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ ａｎｄ ｗｅ＇ｒｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｐｌａｙ ｉｔ ]
[Having finally made it out of Region Five, he's been subjected to his first stint with the decontamination center. He has no complaint that won't have already been lodged at length, but it's quite a different experience having to sit through those long, painful, tedious six hours. He's fairly certain he'll never get that smell out of his hair. Awful.

But it's on his way back to Logan's farmhouse that's the real cause for concern. At first, it's just an errant comment, here and there, about these "newcomers," a word he's never heard thrown about with that much vitriol (but it reminds him of something much more unfortunately familiar). It's when he comes upon a fistfight that the similarity slams home. He isn't about to stand by (or, perhaps more literally, "sit" by) as the fight gets worse.]


[ ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｔｏｏ ｓｈｙ ｔｏ ｓａｙ ｉｔ (closed to Logan's farmhouse) ]
[It's strange to find a sanctuary that isn't his own. It's been going on thirty years since he's had to depend on hospitality that he hadn't explicitly provided himself (even if ten of those years had been in a regrettable retreat), and he still finds himself moving around with a (buried) unease. Much of the time during this evacuation is spent wrapped up in notes and plans for the school he's now determined to get off the ground. Luckily, it also makes him easy to interrupt.]


[ ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ ]
[Come at me.]

:|

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda is, unsurprisingly, also one of the last ones out. She's in this odd in-between place, still exploring her powers but having more combat experience than the 'kids,' so with Peter gone, no one can really insist that she leave sooner.

She's glad she still has the pac-disc and doesn't need to be weighed down by a bag, and of course there are some things that just can't be packed conventionally like the ship. Wanda doesn't want to risk trying to fly it out in this fog, but leaving it behind seemed silly. She can live on it until this gets sorted out if no one else can take her in and she has to. It would certainly be cheaper to pay docking fees than get a hotel room indefinitely.

So aside from wearing Pietro's jacket, she doesn't really look like she's ready to go anywhere.]

Charles?

[She hears the voices too, but something's weird. Where is the ambient fear to go with those voices?]

Be careful. Something isn't right.

76 | ota get at me

[mylawn]

i. nice job breaking it, heroes — for biohazard squad

[It takes time and planning, but thankfully 76 and his team have the patience to pull it off. Once they find the treatment plant, he doesn’t think it matters whether they find the biohazard or not—a place like this is sure to have mysteries of its own. If not, well. There’s bound to be something interesting here, at least. 

Their collective hunch proves correct. More trips than he’d like, but that comes with the territory when you’re learning the patterns of guard details, sneaking your way in back entrances, mapping the paths of security cameras. Eventually, however, they find their way to some kind of sterilization room—vats and all. ]

Trail ends here, looks like.

[Which means that they subject of the search is probably in the vats, somewhere.]

Anyone feel like seeing what’s inside?

[He’ll do it himself, if no one wants to take the risk, but he’ll put the offer on the table, first. Maybe someone really wants to get in there very badly.]

ii. oops  — region 4

[Things do not necessarily go as planned. 76 supposes that the sensible thing to do is to heed the evacuation, but he’s feeling a little personally responsible for this whole mess. Sure, maybe the fog would’ve happened even if he didn’t lead a team into the treatment plant, but there’s a clear cause and effect here, so he’ll take the blame.

Not that he’s planning on broadcasting it, or anything. He’s a man of action, first and foremost, which means he’s going to see what can be done about this—any of this.

What he does know is that he’s definitely not supposed to be here, and he imagines that lingering in the area is going to get him in trouble sooner rather than later. Said like he isn’t already in trouble—none of this can possibly be good news. He’s doing his level best to ignore the faces and the voices and most everything about all of this, pushing deeper and deeper into the fog, looking for any kind of answer. At the first sign that he isn’t alone, he’s quick to speak up, perhaps sounding more confident than he actually is.]

You better identify yourself fast.

[Because he’s not supposed to be here. 76 is banking on the fact that you are not an authority, and this is definitely a situation where he’s going to shoot first and ask questions later. You’ve got one chance to answer, and this is it.

Or maybe he’s not even talking to you—maybe he’s just hearing things.

iii. aioros 3 — later in the month

[He’s no scientist, but as always, they’ll pay for some muscle, and he finds himself on a wildlife-documentation excursion. Taking samples isn’t exactly in his repetoir, but it’s something his skill set lends itself to, and he finds himself taking on the job of tagging and bagging some weird monsters—because what else is there to do? He’ll even go back in for multiple rounds, depending.

He doesn’t seem like a bad guy to accompany you into the jungle—all business and tactical gear, not to mention the really huge gun. And he’s not exactly adverse to working alone, though he is sort of curt about it.]

You know what you’re doing?

[You better know what you’re doing.]

iv. wildcard

(I’ll do whatever the heck you want. Hit me up on plurk at whitticus)

you know what

[sleepdarts]

What have you already seen?

( It's said quietly, to avoid revealing what his gear can do to their other companions. She's willing to look in, but if he's already had a scan... )

I'll look.

( For... science? )

Quorra | OTA

[themiracle]

(A. Aioros -- Plants and pictures)

[ It has taken a few days for the idea to fully settle with her -- she wasn't in the Grid anymore, she had made it out, this is the User world (or worlds, she'd quickly found out) -- and for her to adjust to this new, incredible normal. But adaptation, being able to roll with the punches and bounce back, that's practically writ into her code. And so she's more than ready to embrace all the strangeness of this situation.

When the mission notice pings on her TAB, Quorra gives it a brisk read and is already on her way out the door. There's no way she's skipping out on this.

The planet is amazingly lush, organic and bright and alive, brimming and overgrown with life, and she can't help but marvel at it all once she arrives. So much so, actually, that it's taking her a fairly long time to complete her work. Quorra has snapped a couple photos, taken a few samples, but her attention has been snagged by a particular flowering plant. She's bent forward to examine it at the moment, touching gloved fingertips delicately onto the purple-pink petals.

So the sound of footsteps, of twigs snapping and leaves rustling somewhere nearby, takes a couple nanos to actually register with her. When it does, her focus snaps up. ] Oh! Have you seen this? It's beautiful.


(B. Aioros -- Tree Octopus)

[ She probably should've listened more closely when they'd explained the different dangers that lurk in the forest. But even if she had, really, the temptation to interact with the system's local fauna is too great. The nearest thing to [animal] that Quorra had experienced on the Grid were gridbugs, little four-legged glitches that liked to gather in swarms and wreak havoc in the system. But actual animals, true organic life that she'd only ever read about in books or heard about from Flynn? She has to see this for herself.

It's a little hard for her not to be flashy, unfortunately. The dark gridsuit she wears is cut with a sharp design of glowing white circuit lines, and the edge of the disk in her hand is buzzing with an active, brilliant white. She's using the disk to slice a path into a thicker patch of forest, vines falling slack and shredded leaves twirling to the ground in her wake.

She squeezes forward and that's when something shiny, stashed into a hollow cavity within a tree, catches her eye. Her eyebrows knit, head tilted a fraction, and Quorra takes a cautious step forward. She doesn't notice the subtle movement in the tree next to her -- the long, slender arms that curl and uncurl on a branch, the shift of a soft body as an octopus prepares to pounce. ]

octopus

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[It's actually a rare occurrence to see J with almost nothing shiny or rich on her. While she normally adores to dress up in decorative jewelry, wear diamonds around her neck, cover her body in equally fancy - but elegant - dress. But even she has enough common sense not to bring her night dresses and evening gowns to a jungle, so instead she's wearing comfortable dark pants along with a matching jacket, both with slick cuts that conform her skinny body.

Now J's not a explorer and her sense of direction outside of cities is something that anyone could call good, meaning that it doesn't take a long before she realizes that she has in fact walked past the same oddly shaped rock at least twice now. Well, so much for refreshing time out.

With a struggle she blazes her way through the thick bushes and trees, pushing away branches while earning some ticklish scrathes on her face. Eventually, she comes accross a pale woman, dressed in all black with a very familiar looking glowy pattern on her and she stops. There's something very familiar in the woman aside the outfit, the memory is right on top of her tongue but still she just can't put a finger on it. She also notices the tree's slow and silent movements towards the woman, who on the other hand seems to be oblivious to it. The way the branch moves next to her is so unnatural and gross looking that J grimaces and has to cover her mouth briefly before shouting the danger to another woman:]

Hey! Behind you!

Erik Lehnsherr | ota

[frankensteinian]

i. Region Five

[Evacuation. It's not the first time he's heard that word, or been forced to undergo the process. The difference is that this time it's not being done out of ill will and hatred, to a select group of people who had the misfortune of being born to the wrong parents. This time it's everyone in two entire regions, and it's a matter of safety.

Still, he finds the concept uncomfortable and reminiscent of too many things he's tried to bury. He doesn't do well with uncertainty, and it would be better if anyone had any answers. Answers beyond 'the fog is dangerous,' which he's already assumed on his own anyway. Maybe the unshakable feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach would be easier to swallow if he had any idea where he was going or how long he was going to be there.

At least this time he can be fairly sure that he will see this place again, which is a limited amount of reassurance. Even so, he makes sure to stick the locket, the only remaining reminder of any of his family, safely in his pocket before he heads out the door, and as he walks away from the house in the direction of access to another region, he can't stop himself from pausing to take a look back at it. Just when he thought he was starting to get a little settled here, something happened to shake it up.]

ii. Region One

[Making it out of Region Five had only been half the problem, and had, in fact, been the easy part. He'd known where he was going -- out of there, and not into Region Four either. Once he'd made it into a central area (and put up with decontamination, if he'd had to, because at least this time he sees the point) he'd run into a bigger problem. He didn't know where to go now. The only people he knows other than the mansion residents are people he knows in passing, not well enough to ask them for somewhere to sleep. Especially with not knowing how long he was going to need it.

Eventually he had been given directions to a hostel in Region One. It's crowded, given the number of -- he won't use the word refugees -- current residents, but it's a roof over his head, and at least it's not the worst place he's ever had to sleep.

It would just help if he had some idea of how long he had to be here.]

iii. Wild card

[Find him somewhere else.]

ii; text

[seeingscarlet]

[Eventually, after she's found somewhere to dock the ship, Wanda starts checking on the others. She's not really sure if she should check on Erik - what is she even supposed to make of this relationship? - but she still owes him for the rescue at the outpost.]

Did you get out? Are you safe?

nathan drake; ota

[sketchycharacter]

exploring;

[Nate's not easily frightened, but he also (usually) knows when to walk away from a lousy situation, which should mean that he spends about five minutes on the new planet. But here he is, because he can't help but be curious and he starts feeling penned in if he stays on Kauto too long. Sure, it's a whole planet, but there are so many other planets to explore.

He stays cautious, though, making sure he knows exactly where he is in relation to places of safety. He does whip out the journal a few times, though it's hard to do a decent drawing with all the safety equipment. If he hears the sound of a traveler in need, he'll go to lend a hand right away; this place is dangerous, and everyone needs to come home safe.

Other times, though, he gets in a little above his head as he faces..

webs;

[Nate doesn't have a spider phobia. But he's thinking of developing one.]

Oh shit.

[How the hell did these webs get wrapped around his legs so fast? From the knees down, they're sticky and stuck together, and he makes it three hops before he crashes to the side and starts frantically sawing at them with with the knife he had stowed at his belt. He could use some assistance, but either way, as soon as he's free he jumps to his feet and runs in the opposite direction from the webs.]

Oh shiiiiiit--!

ink;

Huh, what's this?

[Treasure hunters, like dragons, are inherently drawn to shiny things. Nate heads toward the tree with the sparkle in its branches, only to be sprayed in the face.]

Augh! Blech...

[There's the sound of gagging, and then a low groan as he slumps to the side.]

drop bears;

[There's just a thud, and then silence. If no one nudges him awake, Nate will come to on his own with a goose egg on his head in a little while.]

[ooc note - Nathan's wife is slated to become a victim of Space Australia sometime this weekend, so please assume all threads with him take place before this tragic event turns him into the Saddest Little Treasure Hunter.]

SPPPIIIIIIIDEEERRRS

[otiosity]

[And then suddenly he's T-boned by Hawke who is running in the other direction. She "oofs!" loudly and stumbles backwards nearly falling over. Thankfully, she manages to catch herself with her staff and then makes a gasping shudder as a spider, smaller (relatively) than the massive ones about the size of a small dog, scuttles past her foot. She promptly tries to move her feet away as possible and then decides the best way to do this is to scale Nathan Drake like a fucking tree.

Sorry if her knee stabs your spleen Nate.]

We need to leave. Now. Since we were too stupid to leave yesterday.

Contaminant Encounter; CLOSED to RNG

[acall]

[From above ground, the voices are a whisper, pleas carried on the wind, breathed faint and desperate from the heavy, opaque fog around. But underground, you hear them for what they are. Screams and stutters, cries for help and exhortations to escape. "Liars." "Get out!" "Don't trust them!" "Don't leave."

Maybe you were listening. Maybe you stumbled into the tunnels following a different call. Maybe you were hunting, or running, or simply lost amidst the blinding whiteness of the fog. One way or another, you found your way to its true center.

The tunnel is wide and slick, but the faint splash of liquid underneath your feet has faded. The texture that remains is spongy and raw--a match, if you look closely, for the thin sacks and threads of fluid that honeycomb the walls. Connections, links, organic paths of some kind to the mouths patched into the walls further behind. The reek is palpable, a medley of flesh and blood thickening the fog with its own miasma, to the point where even with a source of light, it's impossible to see past arm's length.

Except, that is, for a dim pink glow. Ahead.]

[modelsixtythree]

[It was a combination of frustration, guilt, and determination that had kept Natasha searching for answers after everything at the treatment plant had gone decidedly pear-shaped, and it's what keeps her going through the tunnels she's found her way into now. She is going to see this thing through.

Even when the increasing amount of organic matter around her has her sensors going haywire to the point where she turns most of them off. It means she's left mostly blind in the haze around her with nothing but the voices that make her hair stand on end and the metal-on-metal sounds of her own armor moving, but she keeps going. She's had enough experience with bizarre situations to know that the literal light at the end of the tunnel means she's most likely on the right track. It may not be anything good, but it will be an answer. Hopefully.]

[chaoticlootral]

1. [If you’re heading back to the Ingress Complex and look like you have had a successful outing, you might be accosted by a mysterious individual on your way back. He casually steps in your path, waving you down.]

Hey, woah woah woah there, my fella, you got the stuff?

[It’s a little hard to see his face between the full environmental suit, breather mask and huge sunglasses (it’s bright out here on this terrible planet, it’s not just a fashion choice). This guy seems insistent though.]

I’m talkin’ photos, dead shit, plants and whatever? Because that’s what they got me posted here for. I’m the Collections Department, uh, new on the job, it’s my first week. my name’s— my name doesn’t matter, you don’t care! You don’t care about that, so I guess just hand over what you got and I’ll make sure it gets to where it’s going.

[ Maybe this is a little suspect, but he does have a badge pinned to his chest, though it’s hard to make out exactly what it says. It’s possible he’s just a nervous new employee, though. Maybe? Probably not. Hand over the stuff anyway? ]

2. [Closed to Magnus] [ After, apparently, a pretty frustrating time actually getting to the wilds of Space-tralia Taako has been held up by nervous scientists multiple times, and seems to be nearing the end of his magic rope trick with this shit, clearly getting more and more frustrated with every attempt to stop him from gettin’ where he’s going. It’s possible they were trying to warn him not to go out there in a customized environmental suit with TAAKO spelled across the back in rhinestones, and at least four pieces of flashy jewelry, but he seems to be unconcerned totally by his fashion choices. This is actually pretty understated. He’s only wearing two or three rings?

Either way, he and Magnus have been set loose on this brand new world to fuck some shit up. Where do you wanna start, broseph. ]

You already scouted out the spiders, right? I’m not doing spiders, that’s a new Taako rule.

3. [Do you look like you’re heading out into Aioros and decently well-equipped? Or at least like you could be slightly useful. Anyone at all, actually. His standards aren’t high.]

You! Yeah, you, homie. Listen, listen, I have got a real emergency here - you want to earn a hundred bucks? [Actual retail value of reward is dependent on success of operation.] I was, get this, robbed. You look like you can handle your shit, come with me. We’ve got some octopus ass to octo-piss-off.

Wait, no, let me have a second swing at that one?

[If you stick around he might come up with a better octopus pun. Is that worth it to you.]

4. Wildcard. [Whatever you want! Hit me here or at vyco.]

1

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou knows exactly who this is. Intimately. Like, he's looked at his most intimate part, intimately.

So he's not buying it.]

You're about as convincing as the foreigners at the kiosk in the mall. What the hell are you doing, Tak.

credence barebone. ota.

[insidiose]

kauto region two

[ when things first start, credence is in region two exploring. he's trying to get a sense of where he is and the layouts of places so that he has a mental map instead of just one he can look at. unfortunately this means he's out and about when the fog shows up in other regions and evacuation happens and people are beginning to whisper about newcomers and things being their faults. muttering and name-calling remind him of home but naturally they aren't comforting events.

it's cold and credence doesn't look properly dressed for the cold in a slightly ill-fitting and vaguely mismatched suit but he also seems used to it; in any case he's going to head back toward region one, pretending he actually belongs there. he's hurrying though, and eventually he runs into someone and startles, hopping a step back and stammering quietly. ]

I—I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going.

kauto region one

[ child minder is a job that credence likes. he's used to that kind of work, he's good at it, and he's happy to take care of children—doubly so in that it's ways that don't harm them; he's not teaching them to hate what they don't understand. still, he doesn't work twenty-four-seven so he has to head home eventually. it's quiet and a little lonely there but he also has so much to worry about with everything going on that he ducks his head an practically runs home.

unfortunately that just means he looks all the more suspicious and eventually he gets stopped by a native. there's no fight of course, but there's a lot of hissed words that sound just a little like blame. credence can't even argue - he doesn't know how all of this happened.

basically: plase halp. ]

notes

[ you can pick what level of Obscurus Crap you want to be going on when your character stumbles upon credence:

1. normal: anywhere from okay to worried with no obscurus manifesting.
2. mild: worried to very scared with mild smoke formations.
3. medium: very scared to terrified with smoke formations and mild eye color fluctuations and shaking. (will start out borderline and get worse.)

there won't be any intense levels: anything more he wouldn't be able to come back from on his own. just note in the subject line which you want! ]

Daisy Johnson | Agents of SHIELD | OTA

[morethan084]

Region Five
[As soon as the biohazard warning was put into effect, Daisy was packing a backpack with all of the necessities. Yes, her computer counted as a necessity, don’t question it. Of course she also packed things like clothes and a toothbrush, and what little food she had in the house that wasn’t perishable. She really should’ve kept more of a stock honestly.

Then the evacuation is called and Daisy happens to be at Xavier’s to help make sure the students get out safely. She’s also seen around nearby areas trying to keep people from panicking, because it really wasn’t going to help anyone if people kept panicking. Daisy also offers assistance in finding friends/loved ones, despite the warning to keep moving and to get out of the region now. Like that was going to happen so quickly anyway.

Against all warning, Daisy happens to be in the region much longer than she had anticipated. By this point she figured that whatever it was, wasn’t exactly dangerous. After all she didn’t have any sort of skin reaction and her breathing was fine. She is on her way out though, but then she hears a voice calling out to her. Begging for help. How did they know her name? If anyone else is around they’ll find her calling back to them, asking where they are and clearly starting to panic.]

Decontamination

[Daisy looks as thrilled about this as the next person, but, now Daisy knew that there was something in that fog. She can’t sit still and it isn’t long until she’s walking around, asking if others had experienced the voices. If they had seen those creatures, or if that was a hallucination only she had experienced.]

Wildcard

[Have something else in mind? Feel free to write something up below, or hit me up with a PM or a private plurk]

Aioros - closed to Chloe

[tearsinajar]

[ Things are a little slow for her when it comes to concluding any plans for this trip she'd agreed to make for the scientists who'd gone around asking for abled bodies. She'd told Chloe on Friday that they should be ready for Saturday morning but instead it's Sunday morning and only now is Elena leaving the house to go meet with her friend and exploration companion. She can blame Nate for not letting her leave so easily.

With a small pack filled with extra clothes for a day or two and whatever else she'll need, such as her camera, a notebook, and snacks, she's ready to go. Whatever gear they'll be given, they can pick it up when they get to the complex.

Besides the opportunity to travel off-planet to another new world, which is exciting in itself, Elena's also looking forward to a bacon roll. Or as Chloe had called it— a bacon butty? Sounded a little perverted.

Anyhow, it doesn't take her long to reach the complex and spot the other woman waiting outside, a grin breaking out as she approaches. ]

Hope I didn't make you wait long. [ She holds up two travel mugs, passing one over. ] Coffee, as promised.

You all set?

[nicearsenal]

Dead set and ready to jet, Fisher.

[Chloe's articles are slightly more combat/adventure oriented. She's got her gun and some extra rounds, a machete for carving a path through the undergrowth if needs be and some hood, sturdy rope. And, more importantly, she has the wrongfully accused, not even remotely perverted bacon butties, the bacon still warm and slightly crispy between fresh, floury buttered buns safely wrapped up in foil.

Okay in description maybe they do sound a little dirty.

She's excited though, bright eyed even though it's early and more than ready to hit the road. The reports on the planet have her excited; all that jungle looks like Queensland and it's been years since she's been up there. Space travel is doing weird things to her nostalgia for home.

Still, she reaches for the coffee gratefully and offers breakfast to her travel buddy.]

Bacon butty, also as promised. I've got ketchup in my pack if you want.

Reinhardt | OTA

[grandpaladin]

RESCUE
> Option 1; Kauto
[Evacuation? Not a problem. Okay, so it's a problem for the residents of the evac zones, but not for the guy who's going to pitch in to get them to safety. Of course he's in full armor. Armed with his hammer, permission from the Savriites, and radios to keep in touch, he'll march into the fog.]

[March right into the biohazard area to haul out anyone stuck in there.]

[Granted, he'll have to go to decontamination later, but there might be people to protect!]


> Option 2; Aioros
[... or you're on the jungle planet. Minding your own business with a broken respirator. Or mask or whatever. Either that, or you've been confronted by a giant, poisonous whatsit.]

[Barreling out of the jungle? A giant, armored man with a hammer. Ready to squash the bug, or whisk you to safety.]

[Either way, never fear--]

Reinhardt is here!

AIOROS EXPLORATION
[Reinhardt is here, Reinhardt is examining a lizard.]

[It's a lot less adventurous than saving lives, but at the same time, it's probably necessary. Wearing his armor, but with a protective mask beneath the helmet, the big man is exploring the planet now.]

[Casually collecting samples with tongs. Or armor-covered fingers.]

I think there were stories about places on Earth like this. But with more spiders.


WILDCARD
[u know what to do]

exploration

[waspling]

[They are advised to go out in pairs, and the lumbering tin man has no current partner, so the diminutive girl in full PPE volunteers herself to join him. At 4'11", Lisbeth is fairly certain he is a good three feet taller than her, and he feels ten feet taller than her as they walk side-by-side.

She is characteristically quiet as they journey. The first creature they came across that doesn't skitter away is a small lizard and the girl and man stop to inspect it.

It's a pretty little thing and Lisbeth, her face well hidden with the mask, smiles at it. His comment has her glancing at him, a mountain of a man hunched close-by.]

Stories of jungles? [His comment is confusing to her.]

lena oxton ★ ota

[desynched]

biohazard ► regions 4 & 5

one

[ This is on her.

That's all she can think as she moves through the fog. Their mission was supposed to be recon and containment. Failing that, destruction. They accomplished neither and this is what happened. But Lena isn't the sort of person to sit in her house and mentally self-flagellate when there's something she can do to fix this, even a little bit.

Wearing a breather mask, she's just a blue glow ghosting through the fog. Lena isn't sure what exactly she's looking for, but she does know that people need help and that she needs to get to the bottom of this.

From time to time, she'll hear a noise and call out: ]

Anyone there? It's not safe-- let's get you out of here, yeah?

two

[ Lena starts to hear the voices about five hours in. ]

Tracer.

[ She looks up, frowning. ]

Winston?

[ It must be serious if he's using her callsign. ]

Where are you?

[ Another voice interjects: ] Don't listen to them, Lena.

[ Jesse? ]

They're liars.

[ One of her instructors from her days as a consultant for the RAF. ]

This isn't right.

[ Still, she follows the voices, which grow louder and more varied as she goes.

Eventually, she finds her way into the sewers. She's tough and not easy to scare, but the distorted mouths coming from the walls is enough to make her cry out reflexively. ]

aioros

one

Gorgeous.

[ No matter how many times she travels to another world, she never loses her wonder. Sure, they warned her about how dangerous the jungle is, but aren't all of them? Besides, at least she knows what's dangerous here-- more or less. Not like on the Asteroid, where the dangers were more hidden and more insidious. The suit doesn't hide the grin nor dampen her spirits as she turns to the person next to her. ]

Well? Let's get moving!

two

[ It was careless of her not to come with a spare mask. She tried holding her breath when it broke, which was rather pointless but it was a kneejerk reaction. Eventually she has to breathe and the first breath stings. But the next one doesn't. Nor does the one after that. Actually, she feels perfectly fine. This planet is a relative unknown after all-- maybe they got the level of toxicity in the air wrong. Somehow everything is more beautiful and she feels a lightness that she hasn't felt since she arrived here. Lena is grinning widely as she explores, her mission completely forgotten. ]

Look at this! [ She gestures to something that looks like a tropical lily that looks almost impossibly lovely. ] Isn't this amazin'? Maybe I should pick one. They can't all be poisonous!

[ She's still wearing the suit, of course, but clearly her common sense isn't quite up to par at the moment. ]


[ Somehow, she evades capture by her well-meaning companion(s). But her euphoria fades quickly and is replaced by a creeping fear. The forest that felt so light and lovely started to twist into something else. When did it get dark? She should go back. A primal fear washes over her, urging her on. Lena walks, half-dazed and nearly tripping over every little root and slipping on stones. One time, she can't regain her balance and trips hard, her head throbbing and her breathing labored.

Hurry.

Lena pulls herself up and her hands slip on... cobblestones? She frowns in confusion as she looks up. Brick walls blistered by sickly purple glyphs and wires. King's Row. The Uprising. In reality, that was seven years ago, but her poison-addled mind doesn't register that. It's eerily silent until she hears the kree of an omnic and the thud of footsteps. Normally, she'd run toward it but her first though is 'where are the others?' Mercy, Torbjorn, Reinhardt-- they had to be here somewhere. Fear pickles down her spine as she runs. In reality, she's leaping through the forest haphazardly, her eyes wild and her face sickly pale. The trees scratch at her clothes and her face and she blinks haphazardly.

Outside the hotel, Big Ben in the distance. The thud of anti-aircraft guns. The inhuman screech of omnics like wild animals prowling the forest.

A broken turret, long abandoned. A leg is sticking out from a broken wall and she finds him. Torbjorn, bloody and broken. Her heart clenches and she calls for Mercy. No answer. He mouths something at her, Lena frowns and tries to understand.

"Stupid kid."

His last words. Her heart shatters and she cries, curled in on herself and heedless of the sound of omnics that only she can hear. She gives up on the comms (that she doesn't have) and screams, heedless of the "omnnics" hearing her. ]

Help! Mercy!

aioros twooooo

[mylawn]

[Ever since he got his own ass handed to him on Eosoros, Jack has been a little more discerning about what jobs he takes and where he goes. This one doesn't seem to be a completely ridiculous torture gauntlet, but he approaches it with the same amount of caution, especially with the revelation that the air isn't breathable. He's meticulous about the equipment he's given, checking and double-checking the respirator every time he goes out.

He's confident, but he can easily see how others might panic or slip, given some of the conditions and some of the creatures he's encountered. The thought has him periodically scanning the jungle not just for any creatures that might get the jump on him, but for any signs of life, just in case.

But he hears her before he sees her, recognizing her voice immediately. She doesn't ping on his visor, which means she's too far away, but Jack is quick to spring into action, following the sound of her voice until the shape of her registers on the environment scanner. He's expecting some kind of animal, but when he sees her alone, with her mask off, he knows that something else is wrong.]

Lena--

[Jack is at her side in an instant, taking her by the shoulders, with no regard for the fact that she might lash out in response. He needs to get her breathing from a respirator, but he'll make sure she's at least a little aware before he starts sharing his.]

Lena, it's me. Are you hurt?

Matthew Lynch | Closed to Joseph Kavinksy

[dreamkid]

[ With all that's been going on lately (biohazardous mists, suspicious locals, etc), someone like Matthew Lynch should probably not be wandering around R1 alone. And he isn't! Wandering, that is. But he does seem to be alone, which is unusual for anyone who knows him. Maybe there's an older Lynch hiding in the bushes somewhere.

Either way, he appears to be alone, and he appears to be enjoying the giant waffle cone of ice cream in which he is indulging. Some of the flavors have the oddest names (choco-tubular smash? peppermenthe delight?) but they taste just as good as the flavors back home. Or maybe better? Matthew's never been very good at ranking these kinds of things.

He's chilling at an outdoor table, watching people go about their business, waving at aliens he doesn't know with his free hand like they are casual buddies, and then he thinks he sees someone he does know. Without a moment of hesitation, he hops up out of his chair and trots over. ]

Hey! [ She might've been trying to buy something, or flirt with some unsuspecting dude, or maybe she was looking for another bus to almost run her over. Whatever she's up to, Matthew only cares about saying hi, greeting her with his usual sunshine smile. ]

You're the lady from before right?

[pillz]

[for once, boobvinsky is not trying to get hit by ground transportation. instead, she's indulging in some good, old-fashioned retail therapy. these days, kavinsky is rich as fuck and incidentally still has powers enough to make herself anything she wants. it's a good combination, if you think that excess and materialism are good things, and life for kavinsky has always been modeled on music videos.

her head whips around. she has huge sunglasses perched on her nose and a number of large bags on her arm, a floofy gorgeous luxuriously soft jacket that is definitely made of something that used to be alive. her lips are painted bright acid green, which makes her look like an iridescent spider when she smiles at the boy.]

Yeah. And you're Matthew, aren't you? [she steps toward him, swinging her bag at her side. in a moment, she's taken a seat beside him. pushing her sunglasses up her short hair, perching her twenty bags on the table. they're like the great wall of china.] How's the ice cream here?

Nathan Drake | Uncharted + CRAU

[ascendit]

Wildcard: Reply here :) Feel free to hit me up at pohutukaryl or on my contact post if you want to plot.

June 9th - for big Nate

[ascendit]

[Though he's back in his own treehouse now, the week at his older self's place has apparently been enough to get his body into the habit of going to region 1 instead of 4 at the end of the day. By the time Nate realizes it, he's already off at the wrong stop on the EN-Line.

[Just as well he's been wanting to talk to someone about his day, which has been weird even on top of settling back home and not having work to go to. He makes his now familiar way to Drake and his friends' house, and barely waits for a greeting from his older self to comment:] Stupid assholes at the bakery!