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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

[cadeuces]

[ (ok daddy...////) ]

[ He's close to the truth, though, and gives way to her guidance without a fuss— she's had rare enough reason to pressure him into anything (the only times she can recall were for him to rest when he pushed too hard), and she's sure he realizes her gratitude for it. That he's aware of the relief she takes in seeing him fed and rested, doing well. Not out of concern he can't handle himself, but instead the pleasure in a dear friend's well-being. It's all she asks of him. She holds no worry that he'll ever ignore her when the time comes to give direction.

When he hesitates over the drawer and eventually withdraws a red pod (of course he would), she's resting her chin in hand and smiling. Give him a few moments, and theeeeeen: ]

That one's decaf, you know. I usually make either the dark blue or the olive green ones for you. The green one has that bit of spice in it. [ Just to help. With the demotion comment: ] Would it? Well, I can be proud of you in either role, I suppose.

[alterplex]

[ Callout post for Venom Snake, in whatever millennia or century it is right now in space: Doesn't Even Know Which Coffee To Drink. Angela's caught him with his proverbial pants down with this one, and he blinks back her observation with a level of self-deprecating apology staining the edges of his half-curled lips. 'You got me'.

Obediently, he swaps out the red for green. Christmas in July (or whatever this month is, it's cold enough to be December). ]

Thanks. [ What would he do without you, Angela. ] —Not sure how I feel about the 'proud' part, though.

[ The coffee maker rumbles under his palm once he puts everything in place, threatening to drown out the tail end of his statement. ]

[cadeuces]

[ VENOM SNAKE DID NOTHING WRONG... the fault lies with Dr. Angela Ziegler, Purveyor of Too Much Coffee. (At least the view's a thicc one.)

His look of apology is met with only the best-humored exasperation, the tiniest shake of the head already answering with a silent 'oh, you'. It's more sign that she has his back as he has hers than any sort of criticism.

Ahab opts for the green and she smiles a fraction wider, because it's her favorite. Especially with cream and a stick of cinnamon. It was a lovely wake-up. The blue was rich and dark, but she's always had a soft spot for spices. They've always felt cozy, reminding her of the Christmas markets back home. ]

Always. [ End up with unsatisfying cups of coffee, apparently. Then who would be keeping her company and offering a solid shoulder to lean on? ] And why's that? I think I have the right to appreciate your resolve. The way you care about others and go out of your way to assist, even for things as silly as protecting my humble little orchard from the elements.

You're a good man, Ahab. Nothing could ever sway my stance.

[ Taking one of her last few bites to punctuate, watching him digest the words as she chews. Waiting for the inevitable refusal. It would be met with the stubborn lowering of her head, ready to lock antlers even as she peers up at him through her lashes. The rumble of the machine cuts them off for a few long moments, at least, and forces him to swallow. ]

[alterplex]

[ The device grinds to a halt, and Venom hovers around his cup to make sure that the last drops filter in before making his way back by Angela's side.

Her assessment is as kind as ever, matter-of-fact and devoid of excessive coddling. It's not meant to serve a purpose aside from stating her truth, but recent events detract from the credence of it somewhat. Venom's track record hasn't been stellar over the past few weeks.

He doesn't want to be predictable, though. He can see her bracing for his rebuttal in the set of her shoulders, the way she levels her eyes at him in a silent I-dare-you. ]

...You're making it sound like I'm on my deathbed.

[ So. A light, dry joke in lieu of a debate. The troubled slant of his brows lingers for approximately a fraction of a second before it decides to fade. ]

Don't try to kill me, just yet.