[closed] HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE

[tearmeanewone]

Who: The Vor Contingency (Ivan, Miles, and Gregor) and The Baewatch (Elizabeth, Clark, and Eggsy)
When: April 24th
Where: Del Pascia and the Moira
What: The Vorboys do what Vorboys do best: follow Miles into a dank enclosed space and become trapped on Del Pascia. An alien, a gentleman, and a daughter charge to the rescue.
Warnings: Violence, panic attacks, wrapped up with a nudity bow.

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BAEWATCH - Elizabeth, Clark, and Eggsy

[tearmeanewone]

It sounds as though things are going to hell in a handbasket down on the station. Elizabeth heads for the transports, leaving a jumpsuit by the exit, and checking her equipment. Tranquilizer gun, the rivet gun she was using during salvage, a few medical supplies... surely somebody would need her help down there and she's used to these kinds of situations. The Run-and-Gun situations. Elizabeth pops open a compact and applies some lipstick, a rich red, in three practiced strokes.

She hits the button to call a transport and waits for one to arrive, slipping far too easily into the mindset she'd adopted to survive Rapture. Something tells her she'll be in for something very, very similar.

[heliakal]

There's a light gust of wind and Clark appears seemingly out of nowhere, to her left, a few feet of distance between them. His cape billowing in the backdraft is the only sign of movement from him. He's looking out at the station, his expression distant and pinched with concentration. He can hear all three of them, and plenty more besides.

It takes him a long moment to register Elizabeth standing there but, when he turns, he takes in her equipment and gives her a small nod. "Did Ivan call you? He's with Miles and Gregor, we can head down there together."

[commontype]

It doesn't take long for him to realize that something's not right. He's always trusted his gut and this time's no different. He hadn't been able to find Gregor anywhere on the ship, and rather than panicking over what weird thing might have gotten to him via the Moira, he'd decided to check out Del Pascia. The closer he gets to the transporters, the more off he feels about the whole thing.

"Hey." Eggsy says as he steps up beside Clark, nodding to Elizabeth. "Clark, Liz. Can't help but overhear ya mention Gregor. Was lookin' for him. What's goin' on?"

[tearmeanewone]

Clark's sudden appearance does get a little start out of her-- yes, alien, she knows, but when anything suddenly appears in her peripheral vision it makes her jump.

"Cla-- ah," she looks around nervously. "Superman." That's what he wants to be called when he's in that suit, right? Seems a little hokey, but, not her call.

The news about Ivan and his cousins makes her frown in confusion-- no, clearly Ivan didn't call her, but now she's worried. Before she can say anything, Eggsy appears next to them, apparently looking to leave the ship too. Now she's extremely worried.

"I... don't know," she confesses, looking back up at Clark. "I was just going down to see if I could help anyone else. What do you mean he's with Miles and Gregor?" She can guess though-- it means they're all in need of help, otherwise Clark wouldn't be here in his fancy suit. "Are they okay?"

[heliakal]

He shoots Elizabeth a brief apologetic look before he glances over his shoulder and nods at Eggsy. He's really going to have to re-think this disguise thing, but he'll deal with it another time. For now, the important thing is getting everyone on the same page.

"I don't think anyone is hurt," he assures them. It's difficult to hear enough from this distance, with all of the chaos, but he knows Miles would have mentioned a need for medical assistance. "But Miles sent me a text a minute ago. The three of them are trapped in the prison, and it sounds like D-E-L isn't planning to let them out. Or anyone else on our crew, for that matter."

He folds his arms across his chest, but it doesn't hide the concern in his expression, or the way his fingers are digging against his arm. "I thought I'd head over there and have a talk with it. I could use a hand, if you two are going the same way."

i'm so sorry!!

[commontype]

Eggsy had hoped that he'd been wrong and that everything was fine, nobody was in trouble, but hearing Clark say that they were all trapped in the prison spurs him into action. He's already going over the areas of the station he'd explored already, what he remembers of each hallway and room, and he's pulling his jacket off to toss it aside.

"Did he say how they was trapped?"

Since they're still waiting for the transporter, he's got times for questions.

"M' definitely goin' down that way, yeah? Can all help each other make sure we get there as fast as we can. Y' sure they ain't hurt? Gregor alright?"

He adjusts the settings on his arm, preparing for a fight that he assumes is going to happen. Eggsy knows that Gregor doesn't want everyone to know that they're together, he understands, but it's hard to hide his concern.

SHHHH YOU ARE LOVELY *pets the Ree*

[tearmeanewone]

Elizabeth casts a glance at Eggsy, taking note of his special interest in Gregor but not saying anything for the moment. They all had a stake in this apparently-- Miles went to Clark for help, Eggsy wants to know if Gregor is hurt, and her first thought is... her Vanya.

"Yes, if the two of you don't mind, I'm going to come with," she says, checking the clip on her tranquilizer gun and chambering a round. "D-E-L doesn't have a right to hold our crew, and certainly not our Barrayaran representatives.

"How much time have the two of you spent down on the station? I spent a lot of time salvaging down there, I think I have the general layout down. I doubt there are any blind spots in the surveillance we can exploit, so we'll have to be fast and pick our battles carefully."

THE VOR CONTINGENCY - miles, ivan, gregor

[forwardmomentum]

Miles thought he'd be free of his days in Sanitation for good when someone else finally got saddled with Waste Disposal. He was pretty sure, at that point, that he'd never have to spend much time in a creaky, dank, dripping place like that again.

One of these days, Miles is going to learn to stop jinxing himself.

Everywhere they've gone with the Moira has turned out to have some kind of seedy underbelly or another -- and the one place that didn't, they destroyed -- so the fact that Del Pascia's unsavory atmosphere is so up front is actually sort of refreshing, weirdly enough. Certainly enough to convince all three of them that doing salvage together would be a wiser idea, especially with the increased dangers on the ship lately. And the maintenance area seemed like a good place to find salvage materials, considering how badly the Moira is in need of repairs...and now they're stuck here, in this small, cramped, dank room in Del Pascia's Sanitation area, because the damn door's decided it's not going to open for them. For God knows how long. Miles is fairly certain that this will become his fault somehow.

There isn't much room to pace, with all three of them in here, but Miles can't help himself and he needs the sound of his own damp footsteps to cover up the steady drip-drip-drip coming from somewhere overhead. He bites anxiously at the side of his thumb, eyes narrowed in thought. This is the look of Miles Naismith Vorkosigan in Problem-Solving Mode.

"So the door's stuck. It's not the first time. Not a problem. They usually open up again after a little while, we'll just...wait it out."

[lets_see_what_happens]

"I see," Gregor says, his voice excruciatingly mild. He's standing still, for the most part, but his eyes are hard and searching as they slide over each corner of the room and find no exit other than the currently very firmly closed door.

"About how long would you judge 'a little while'?"

[whatdidisay]

Ivan is not having a fun time. He is also, like Gregor, standing still. But in a way that makes it clear that his mind is currently occupied with something else rather than a clear choice to not move. He's gone pale, although it's hard to tell in the dim light. It's fine, Ivan tells himself, just a little while. Hell, he'd gone back into the pumping chamber after--

No. No he's not going to think about that.

"Ballpark it for us, Miles." And if his voice is slightly strained, well. He's fine.

This is fine.

[forwardmomentum]

"Uhh..." Miles hesitates a beat or two longer than is probably comforting for Ivan and Gregor, his pacing coming to a halt. He looks at the door intently, as though it might give in and yield its secrets, or at least open up again. No dice. "It's...hard to say. It could just be for a few minutes. Or it could be...a while."

[lets_see_what_happens]

Gregor exhales on a slow sigh and rubs his forehead before his eyes flick over to Ivan and he goes still, lowering his arm. He watches Ivan intently for a moment, his lips compressing into a thin line, then reaches out and closes a hand on Ivan's shoulder and squeezes, brief and firm.

"Ivan," he says, his voice low. "We'll be out of here soon. We aren't trapped here indefinitely and you aren't alone."

[whatdidisay]

Miles doesn't know. That's great, this is great. Ivan doesn't do anything but scowl at Miles until Gregor jerks him out of it and his constant mantra of fine, this is fine, this is fine, it's not that wet, or small, or dark with the touch of his hands on his shoulder.

Ivan swallows, and bites down the urge to nod. "I know," he grits out, swallowing down the panic he can feel creeping over his face. Knowing doesn't make it easier, though, because it's damp and cool and dark and small and oh hell, if he listens closely he'll be able to hear the water just before it drowns him--

This, he decides, is not working.

[forwardmomentum]

His attention diverted from the problem at hand, Miles is suddenly aware of Ivan's discomfort and he looks up, brow furrowing. No one's happy to be here, sure, but Ivan looks...more than just uncomfortable. "Ivan?"