( event )

[hownkai]

Who: The crew of the Moira
When: 9/18 to 9/30
Where: Planet and ship
What: Main event; all info inside
Warnings: Effects from Exuo, heavy and graphic themes

PENUMBRA

"Into the darkness they go..."

As the crew enters its third week aboard the Moira, the majority of supplies have been gathered, and everyone will find themselves with more free time than before. The marketplace has offered numerous diversions, as well as the opportunity to trade for items they need or want. Life on the Moira is relatively peaceful, and there have been no unusual occurrences. Excursions onto the planet have yielded an invaluable resource called Exuo, which has been determined to be a rare mineral that is used for multiple purposes. A general awareness has spread among those aboard the Moira that, while it is used as an additive to food and drink, resulting in a slightly elevated change in demeanor and leaving a person feeling generally better, it is also in the air they breathe. The effects of Exuo will vary from person to person.

Yet...

Things have started to change. The once vibrant sunlight that hasn’t given anyone a moment’s reprieve is now slowly beginning to disappear, and with it, a shadow is being cast across the horizon. The red dust is more noticeable now than ever, blanketing every surface, and the planet’s true grunge surfaces.

☄THE EMPTY MARKET

The hustle and bustle of the marketplace has slowly started to taper off, leaving behind empty stalls and hastily closed up shops. What visitors the crew have encountered are no longer so friendly; they won’t say a word as to where they are going or why. All that’s left are the few things they could not carry with them to their own ships before leaving. But is it worth the peculiar looks the natives are giving as you traverse the now quiet streets to take them? What is this abrupt feeling of unease weighing down on your shoulders?

The only living things that remain, aside from them, are the members of the Moira, but it’s not a comforting notion, especially if you step into the ever-growing shadows.

☄THE NATIVES

With light dwindling quickly, nothing is safe anymore. Those people with the plain masks and hoods worn to hide their faces? They’re not so quiet and not so friendly now. Their behavior drastically deteriorates the darker it becomes, shifting from harmless and complacent to feral and dangerous. They lash out at anyone who gets too close, and they don’t hesitate to drag away those foolish enough to get closer. And those masks and hoods? They, too, have been tossed aside with the slow setting of those distant stars.

● Aside from physical outbursts, some of them may be found trying to damage the transporters to prevent return to the Moira.
● Their mouths appear sunken in, stained red like the Exuo this planet is known for. Or is that something else soaked into their skin? Are you sure all those visitors made it back to their own ships? Their small black eyes never seem to close either.
● They are thin in stature but relatively strong. It will take more than one person to overpower them.
● If approached, they will retaliate with sharp nails and teeth. Their movements are aggressive, meant to disable but not kill.
● Killing the natives comes with no reprimand from the captains.

☄PURLOIN & OBLATION

The suns have eclipsed.

What light there is can only be found through artificial sources, and with the lack of light also comes alterations in the crew’s own mood. Where MIDs had detected a decrease in stress and increase in endorphins, that is no longer the case now. Some may find themselves irritable for no reason, while others are torn between fits of paranoia and excessive anger. The pleasant sweetness of the Exuo in the air has dissipated, leaving a staleness behind, and those that have been exposed longer to the surface of the planet suffer extensively more than those who have not left the safety of the Moira for extended periods of time.

However, most crew members will find themselves desperate to return to the empty marketplace or even the mines. Perhaps they are in search of more Exuo, or maybe they simply want to find those natives to question them or take out that aggression on something not so fragile. During this time, disappearances are more noticeable than ever, and those who go in search of friends and crew may find more than they bargained for.

●the seized: The darkness is unerringly quiet, and the natives that still linger on the planet have faded away with the sun. Maybe you find yourself in the deserted marketplace, or outside the wreckage of a transporter that’s been torn apart. The sounds you hear come from your left and grow steadily louder beside you. The sudden irritability that the crew has been experiencing multiplies and transforms into a paranoia that leaves you wanting to beg for the sun to return. Thin but strong arms wrap around you, long fingers with sharp nails dig into your skin. They don’t speak, or attack with the intent to hurt you, merely pull you away and back into the shadows. Whether you struggle or fight back doesn’t matter, try to get free.
●the subjugated: With your arms and feet bound, you wake up in an unfamiliar place. It may be hard to remember where you were last, or it may be crystal clear. You were taken by a group of the planet’s natives, tied up and thrown into a hollowed out pit in the ground. The dirt smells sickeningly sweet, metallic, and it overpowers your senses. There are others around you, both crew members from the Moira and people you might recognize from the marketplace. You know now that the disappearances weren’t random, or normal, and are the result of the natives capturing explorers and traders for their own unknown reasons. **
●the scarified: They want the the light back. This much is clear now. The natives believe their sun was stolen, and the only way to guarantee its return is through offering worthy sacrifices. With whatever dim lighting there is, you make out the shape of an altar slathered in something wet and dark. You are on your knees beside others that were chosen, waiting in line to be sacrificed. The person ahead of you is lifted and carried to the altar, and with the natives gathered together,chanting growing louder, there are quick movements before everything goes still all at once. Are you next? Or has someone come to save you?

The only reprieve from this nightmare is the familiar sound of the Moira’s transporter ships landing nearby. The crew has banded together and are on their way to free you. **

☄ASCENSION

The planet is no longer safe. Through a series of disturbing events, it has become clear that the crew cannot stay. Supplies has been gathered, hopefully enough to last until they can find another place to dock, and the captains, through the MID devices and in person, are ushering everyone back to the ship. It is imperative that everyone board swiftly so that they can make a hasty retreat. There is nothing left for anyone here.

( ooc; ** These options are for those who signed up for the event. All other characters are encouraged to rescue their crewmates from these situations as quickly as possible! For questions and/or plot, go here. )

Comments

[commontype]

Well..um.

[Eggsy rubs his hand over the back of his neck, almost regretting having had said anything. It was weird, fucking weird, but he really couldn't do anything about it now.]

You's from a film in my world. Like I watched ya in the cinema. Well, I thought it was fake, actors and all that shit, but you seem pretty real to me. And, bruv, you looked just like you do right now. So they got your eyes right.

[He grimaces, trying to play it off like it's nothing. Eggsy didn't want to give the man some sort of internal crisis or anything.]

Ah, man, I ain't a kid. Just got this young, pretty face makin' people think I am. [Eggsy grins at the last bit.] I'm 24, and I've shot a gun. Top marks, too.

[narcissistictendencies]

[Tony squints at him when he elaborates. Okay, that was weird, if he understood the implications correctly. Not a movie about him but a movie of him?]

Well, that's... different. So, I'm not even real where you're from? No actual Tony Stark? Stark Industries? None of it? Just, the guy that looks exactly like me but only plays me on TV? [He frowns.] I get why someone would want to play me, I've got a lot going for me, but why would anyone want to watch?

[Focus, Stark. Gun. Kid. Aliens.]

Aaaanyway, top marks, huh? What are you? Scotland Yard? Military? MI6? Interpol? Nevermind. Fine. Four bullets--you shoot me, you will regret it.

[He plucks the gun from his waistband and holds it out to Eggsy, holding it by the barrel. Honestly, he wouldn't be able to hit much on his own with just four bullets. He relies too heavily on targeting software. So it may do this kid more good.]

You're still a kid. [He smirks playfully at Eggsy then sidesteps the alien.] This little creep's been playing keep-away with the transporter back to the Moira, so I'm willing to bet there are others doing the same with other members of the crew.

[He didn't have to know these people personally to fight for them. The creature lunges as Tony passes, forcing him to tag it with a repulsor blast that knocked it on it's backside. He motions for Eggsy to follow him. Without his HUD he was somewhat blind, but he could think of a few places to poke around for stray people. Right now, he was heading deeper into the marketplace.]

[commontype]

No, none of that. You're a superhero from a film, but you're a good guy, yeah? Kick ass and all.

[He grins, rolling a shoulder.]

People watch films cause real life sucks. It don't matter if the life in the movie is rank, s'long as it ain't our lives we're seein'.

[The Tony in the movie had it rough, but he seemed to always come out on the better side of it for the most part.]

Somethin' like that.

[He would take the secret of Kingsman to his grave, he'd die before he'd ever tell anyone about it. Not because he didn't think Tony was alright, or that he couldn't be trusted, but because he'd made a promise and he was going to keep it.]

Yeah? [Eggsy takes the gun, flipping it over in his hand and measuring the weight of it. He turns it a couple of times, quite at ease with it even though it's not the same kind of tech from his world, lifting it and pretending to aim. Satisfied, he nods.]

Thanks, bruv.

[He has the gun up when the creature lunges, grinning at Tony when he uses his repulsor to take car of it.]

Sounds like a plan. We should see if anyone needs us, and take 'em back.

[Following along, eyes on everything, he holds the gun at his side, ready.]

You think many people are still out here?

[narcissistictendencies]

[He shakes his head and sighs, though he's lightly smiling. He still isn't sure about the 'good guy' thing. Perhaps in the 'fights for the good guys' sense, sure. And the explanation about watching others lives earns a short chuckle. Okay, fair enough.]

Something like that. [He agrees, amused.]

You weren't kidding. You look like you know what you're doing with that thing.

[Okay, colour Tony impressed. He uses the repulsor light to illuminate darker places, otherwise keeping it out in front of them. If something's hiding in a shadow or between vendor stalls, he's at least going to see it lunge at them, or so he hopes.]

I seriously need to get FRIDAY linked up to the ship's crew manifest. I'm sure there are enough. A uh, friend kicked my ass into gear and told me people were missing. He didn't give me a number. Should've asked.

[He edges to a more spacious area that opens into a more divided walkway, leaving them more open to ambush once they walk out. He pauses, glances at Eggsy and nods for him to keep his eyes to the right. Tony takes the left and slips out of cover quickly, shining the light in a long sweep to cover both sides, for Eggsy and himself.]

[captain_america]

[Not knowing that anything had changed planetside, Steve had headed down with Clark to try and get rid of the freaky kitten tree only to be attacked by the locals. They'd gotten separated trying to get people back to the transporters and Steve was making a few last sweeps of the market place. He rounded the corner and came upon Tony and a kid he didn't recognize. There was a greeting on his lips when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, one of the creatures was behind them getting ready to lunge.]

Stark, down! [He was already moving when he yelled, trusting Tony to trust him and do as he said as he took out one of the knives he's been given and threw is with perfect accuracy. It hit the creature in the chest and knocked it back. It crumbled to the ground.

He was so done with this planet.]

i am so sorry i thought i'd tracked this and i didn't

[commontype]

[Eggsy knew quite a bit about guns, nature of the job he supposed, but he didn't usually go around telling anyone. He hadn't technically, Kingsman was still and would always be a secret, but the environment he was in now kind of required a little bit of honest when it came to skill.]

What the fuck is Friday?

[He keeps his eyes open, turned slightly from Tony, gun held and finger off the trigger.]

The f..

[He ducks to miss the blade, an arm shooting out to shove Tony to the side. It's a bit rough, but he'd only been trying to help.]