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[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: July 1 and onward. See this post for info.
Where: Kauto + Chioni + Ingress Complex
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label warn-worthy content in your subject headers.

There's a burst of light in the sky when the Ingress breaks, a final flare followed by a shuddering that only those in the facility can feel. A flurry of panicked activity in the complex follows, ushering new arrivals to where they need to go in a hurry, with little time to give them the needed information, much less answer questions. The lights remain on, but dimmer now, life functions still operating but little else. On Kauto and Chioni below, the sky fades into an early twilight, followed by night, and day does not come again.

nerds save the world

Before the end of the day, all TABs receive an emergency broadcast notification outlining the situation. The speaker, a lead Savriite Ingress technician, does not invite panic but nor does he mince words. The Ingress is broken; their best efforts have failed to restore it. The time has come to turn to anyone who can help: scientists, engineers, those who have worked with advanced technology on any world. Formal qualifications don't matter when it could be the end of everything.

"Help us. Before it is too late."

Those who come will have the run of the complex and full access to the Ingress, as well as whatever tools are available and as much coffee as they can drink. People are encouraged to work in groups and share ideas, and a small number of young and nervous technical assistants will be on hand.

the land below

As Thisavrou is denied light and warmth, the weather becomes brisk and descends into bitter cold. Chioni is evacuated due to the effects on the already-harsh weather cycles there, although a skeleton crew of scientists remain behind. On Kauto, the arboreal Region Three and pastoral Region Two suffer the most from the temperatures and the snow that eventually begins to fall. Many crops are frozen over, and refugee citizens are driven from their homes to the Regions One and Five, where stored energy will keep dwellings warm. Save for those who choose to leave the underwater facilities, Region Four remains largely unchanged, but there are unverified accounts of strange aquatic animal behavior near the surface.

Overcrowding, limited supplies and a pervasive fear presents the opportunity for both heroism and foul deeds. Many come together to share resources, supplies and fellowship in what could be the end of worlds, while others take what they can from the unwilling or exploit the desperate. Sentient evacuees are followed by fauna from Region Three and unsettled lands beyond, in search of warmth or food or merely confused by the change in habitat. Some are unthreatening herbivores, while tanglesnakes and clownbees are more troublesome. Others are poisonous hunters, while still others are small, but dangerous when faced as a pack.

Just when all seems lost, light returns to the sky. The Ingress begins to function once more.

the coming days

As the temperatures rise, many demand answers, but most turn to the rebuilding of their lives first. Damage has been done that isn't so easily fixed, and even in the least-affected areas, remnants of the crisis show in the lack of fresh food, in the increased signs of criminal activity. Those who can help others through their own efforts of by organizing assistance are needed, but those with impure intentions are more likely to go unnoticed.

Eavesdropping on the streets may reveal a desire for vengeance. "Those intruders from last week. They're responsible for this, aren't they? What's being done?" But don't listen too closely, or a suspicious eye may be turned on you. "Aren't you one of the refugees from the Midway Hub? You should return to where you came from! All the trouble began when your people showed up!"

Life goes on. But life does not go on unchanged.

[quick ooc note: the Region 4 search & retrieval mission/RNG fight will be posted in a separate log.]

Comments

[gainedlove]

Their shoulders stiffen, and...they can't deny it. Trouble did follow them, from home to the Moira to Thisavrou. But at the same time--

"We didn't want any of that, either! We don't wanna ruin anythin', we just wanna be happy, too! If you don't like us here, then--then go yell at th' Ingress people t' send us home faster!" Frisk glares up at the woman, stepping forward again so that they're between her and Chara. "We don't got anywhere else t' go!"

[inconsequence]

"You broke the Ingress!" She's practically bordering on hysterical now, jabbing a slender, accusing finger at Chara, now. "We all saw it! We all saw what you said, trying to punish people and using our Ingress to do it!"

Chara begins to laugh. They didn't want to ruin anything. Well, isn't that just a bold-faced lie! They manipulated the Ingress for their own callous purposes, guilted people in to participating in their foolish crusade! Who could blame them?

And from where everyone else is standing, did they not get off scot-free?

[gainedlove]

"They were keeping slaves!" Frisk is truly shouting now, furious and wanting so badly to just lash out, just that stupid finger right off her hand, how dare she, how dare she-- "They took my brother, they hurt him and treated him like an animal and used him! We didn't break anything using the Ingress then, we just wanted to stop them! You all act like you're nice, but you just let that stuff happen without even trying to do anything! You just want to ignore everything outside and hide here pretending nothing is wrong!!"

[inconsequence]

They took my brother.

Ha ha.

Yes. That's right. He's their brother, because he's their family, and he always will be now. The sibling he wished he always had. So much better, so far superior to the sibling who struggled, who faltered, who could not so much as breathe the surname into a mirror without waiting for the rug to be torn away, for it all to be some sort of wonderful joke. As if you could ever call yourself "Dreemurr," Chara. As if you could ever call yourself family!

Ha ha.

She's snapping back. Unafraid of the vituperations of a child.

"That wasn't our fault!" she screeches. "We were...were happy! We were safe!"

And now they're not.

That's your fault, isn't it?