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thisavrou_log2016-06-20 09:27 pm
hownkai) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-20 09:27 pm
( june event log )
Who: Everyone
When: June 20th and on
Where: The Moira
What: Something seems to be internally wrong with the ship! Caducus Secondary seeks retribution for its sister Caducus Primary!
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
When: June 20th and on
Where: The Moira
What: Something seems to be internally wrong with the ship! Caducus Secondary seeks retribution for its sister Caducus Primary!
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
E V E N T |
"Follow, and the universe will open where there was once walls." With the Collectives now behind them, the atmosphere of the Moira seems to have subsided into the general daily grind of ship living. Shifts pass, meals are served, and the occasional tiff continues to hum in the background. However, whether new or veteran, today is not like any other day the crew have seen or experienced so far. The thrum of the ship is a normal one. Those aboard feel it, know it. In fact, whether you realize it or not, the pulse of the engine, its wings, and that of the Ingress is a constant, consistent buzz in the back of your mind and under your feet. Even during planet excursions, it’s almost like a pull to draw you back to the ship and ground you to the present moment. It’s familiar. It’s late, in the early hours of twilight, that everything begins to feel off. The Moira suddenly begins to drift, tipping gently to one side and resulting in everything on board beginning to roll and tip over. So those in their beds may abruptly find themselves thrown onto the floor. Those walking from a shift back to their rooms or elsewhere on the ship will likely be thrown against a wall. The movement is drastic, but the ship’s systems realign the Moira within several minutes of the event. Anyone near the Ingress room will hear the Captains arguing with one another, and those that go closer will see that Captain Manessah is standing in the middle of a non-functioning Ingress. It’s off, with no swirling light, and they can’t seem to get it to come back on. It’s clear to anyone that comes by that the Captains are worried, bordering on frightened by the fact that it doesn’t seem to want to restart itself—if that was even a possibility of the Ingress at all. They begin to disagree with each other on the best way to fix it, their spoken language changing to something that the MID can’t translate. Captain Thán exits the room in a rush, not stopping to speak to anyone, and the other two continue to try and find a solution to this problem. Not long after, they send out a ship-wide message informing crew that they are relieved of their duties for the rest of the week except for basic cleaning and cooking. Any personnel with experience in technology and matters relating to the Ingress are asked to come to the Ingress room.
☄ Turn It Off, Turn It On Anyone who comes to the Ingress room will be asked to clean, repair, and examine the Ingress. The Captains don’t say why it’s urgent that it be fixed, but it’s obvious that they want it to be done immediately. Crew members can assist one another in taking the coolant systems apart to maintenance them or to suggest ways to fix the machine. After a few hours of steady work, that familiar thrum will be felt under everyone’s feet and the Ingress machine will power back on. However, both the Captains and the crew will notice one startlingly obvious difference: the moving blue light and energy has darkened around the edges. There appears to be a person standing just on either side but can’t come through. The shadow remains there no matter what anyone does, and the colors flicker and alter depending upon which crew member is the closest. And like most things, they always come in pairs. Later that evening, a broadcast is received via Navigation that’s translated across the entirety of the Moira, both over an intercom and over the MID. While it is received as a text, a nondescript voice announces it promptly: Greetings. We are sending this as a formality on behalf of our sister, Caducus Primary and its survivors. In accordance with our beliefs, the travesty that has occurred in the past must be made equal. That equality means lives given for those taken. While terms are unlikely to be made and agreed upon, they will be heard. A decision to flee will be seen as an act of guilt and cowardice. This is the only warning that will be made. You will be given time to prepare for our approach, People of the Vessel Moira. With this message received, Navigation also informs the Captains, who then relay to the crew, that a ship bound from Caducus Secondary are within range and have made it clear they are here to settle a “debt” by attacking. Members of the crew are being divided into randomly assigned teams - which can be found temporarily listed in the MID under the directory - and encouraged to discuss plans to help prevent and preserve the lives of those aboard. Reporting these ideas will be the responsibility of elected team leaders, and a final decision will be made shortly thereafter by the Captains. |
INGRESS ROOM - OTA
He decides, after a moment's thought, that he's savvy enough that he's unlikely to make anything worse... besides, this is an opportunity to get a close look at the guts of the Ingress and get an idea of how it might work.
He shows up soon after the request in clothing that might be much more casual than the captains want to see.]
What's wrong with it now?
[And later, as he prods at the innards of the cooling system and gently blasts air onto a delicate bit, he asks the person nearby,]
Is this your typical assignment?
[It's just a conversation-starter; most of his attention remains on the machine.]
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Nah, I clean up the wings. [he sure doesn't seem like muscle, from his string bean like build. Still, he picked up the engine in front of the cooling system and set it aside like it was a misplaced stack of books]
See anything in there? Maybe we got rats. [Space rats.]
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steve rogers | open
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ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ
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As soon as he let go of her she was on her feet again. That's when she noticed something was extremely off and all the color drained from her face.]
Something's stopped working.
[Which is the opposite of good when YOU ARE FLOATING IN SPACE!]
Hallways
hallways; let me know if this is okay
Ingress
closed to bucky.
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Adrien Arbuckal | OTA
i – Physician squish!
[ Adrien was in the MedBay enjoying a fairly quiet shift that mostly involved the wild and exciting world of inventory. He was still sorting through the items he’d picked up back on the Collective, Courser laying on one of the exam tables and watching with lazy flicks of his tail.
It was the bahari who alerted to the fact that something wasn’t right. The tracker’s head came up and he made a low, worried noise a split second before Adrien felt the growing shift in orientation. ]
What the … [ He began in the breath before the shifting began to accelerate and suddenly the floor began to roll beneath his feet.
Courser jumped, deftly altering his own orientation to ride out the roll. Adrien, made to do likewise, diving to grab at a secured cabinet. Unfortunately, one of larger pieces of equipment he’d managed to pick up on the collective, had yet to be secured. It tipped and with an almighty crash hit the floornowwall and slid across the slick surface.
Adrien’s eyes widened and he quickly tried to scramble but the lean was too extreme at this point and he couldn’t clear the path of the careening equipment. It slammed into him, ripping his grip off the counter. Equipment and human tumbled along the floor, towards the far wall (which was currently doing floor duty) tumbling until they crashed into the wall.
In a stroke of luck, the equipment slammed into the wall just off to the side of the human. Well … it was a strong of luck, until the Moira pitched back to her proper axis, at which point Adrien slid down off the wall, back to the proper floor but under the piece of equipment, which slid down after him.
It landed square on top of its squishy human pillow, which was probably good for the delicate mechanisms in the equipment but wasn’t entirely good for the doctor now pinned under the heavy piece. ]
THE FU… !!!![ Yep, the bitching could be heard all the way to the Medbay door. ]
ii – Do you need a bandaid?
[ After getting free of his rather unfortunate run in with a piece of medical equipment, Adrien hit the ground (the proper ground now thank you very much) running. If he had aches and bruises of his own they were summarily ignored as he switched to crisis mode.
If he’d had an unfortunate crash into the walls, he probably wasn’t the only one, which meant there were injuries to be tended too. ]
-What happened?
or
-Did you find them like this?
or
-How did you manage to …?
[ Were some of the questions he could possibly end up asking crew members who came through the door, depending upon the injuries presented. ]
MID - Negotiations
[ Adrien was on team negotiations which … why?? But that was the long and the short of it.
For the most part, he kept half an ear on any discussions going on across the MID, his focus was on the MedBay but there was one point upon which he spoke up. Voice only, since his hands were busy and no one needed the shaky video making them sick. ]
Handing over any member of this crew should not even be part of the discussion.
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[ Feel free to throw something completely different at me! Or if you want to plot something, hit me up at a PM or Plurk
sounds like you need a burly man to lift that off you, doc
Before he can actually reach Doctor Arbuckal, though, the ship goes topsy-turvy and Nate is thrown against the corridor wall, then back the other way. What the fuck? He braces himself, waiting for another shift, but things seem to be holding steady—and that's when he hears the angry swearing from inside the Medbay.
He runs in and immediately spots the loud, pinned guy.]
Oh shit.
[Nate rushes forward to lift it, trying not to break anything as he does but not too concerned about the equipment over the person underneath it.]
Are you all right? Can you move?
Thank you!!
/flexes
/swoons!!
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i - shows up 15 minutes late with starbucks
Mmmmmm Starbucks!
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you know who he is | ota
all your base
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NERD RAGE
[From seemingly (and literally) nowhere, Tony will find Sans leaning casually overtop a piece of the disassembled Ingress, as if he's been waiting and watching for some time. Jaw cradled in his hands, Sans' perpetual grin seems a little broader than usual.]
An engineer who can't math. Well, now I've seen everything.
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all your base - mess hall
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Wildcard-voice
voice
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technonerd rage
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Charlie McGee || OTA
[ Charlie was in the middle of an insomnia stretch, getting out of the bed she wasn't sleeping in, to head to the library and get to work early. It was when she was stacking books that the whole god damn ship decided to go sideways. And of course, it was while she was on the fucking ladder. Up high.
So, of course, this meant when the ship tilted, she started to fall. As did the books. She made a valiant effort to hold onto the ladder but a couple books hit her hands and down she went, landing on the floor...wall? wall... with a loud string of swears, a book or two hitting her in the head before she tries to slow down the rest with telekinesis. This results in a few books burning and charring, hitting the ground around her before Charlie manages to ease her way away from the mess.
And of course, this is when the ship starts righting itself. Charlie lets herself slide to the ACTUAL GOD DAMN FLOOR...letting books fall around her but not making much of a move to do more than sit with her back on the wall. ]
...what the hell just happened?
[ Elsewhere. Wildcard. Charlie will be hunting down CR to see if they're okay. ]
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He barely made it in when the ship decided to flip (literally) the fuck out. He fell to the floor himself but he was quick to get up, having noticed the girl on the ladder when he walked in. He went right in the direction he remembered her being when the tilt happened, quickly pulling books off of her as he checks her over for any bleeding or some such!]
Whoa, pretty sure you're supposed to hit the books - not the other way around. [JUST A LITTLE HUMOR TO LIGHTEN THINGS UP.] What's your name? Do you know where you are right now?
[Just casually checking for concussion symptoms.]
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Elizabeth || OTA
[Spending time at the Collective (and getting off planet without incident...) has put Elizabeth into a relaxing state of mind. She seems calmer, and sleeps better.]
[So she doesn't initially stir until she's being deposited onto the floor right after catching her forehead on her bedside table.]
[A few startled and disoriented moments later, Elizabeth is checking her MID and finding that something is definitely very wrong with the Moira. She throws on her robe and leaves her quarters, aiming to locate the captains. No doubt the crew would be stirring and asking questions soon enough. Better that she's prepared.]
[At the Ingress - Closed to Thán]
[As soon as she reaches the Ingress, she immediately registers that something is wrong with it. Not that Elizabeth has spent too much time staring into the Ingress, but it's never been so dark before in this room. She barely has time to step aside before Thán beelines out of the room, and Elizabeth looks back at the other two captains before following him.]
Did something happen to it? Damage of some kind? [Obviously something's happened, but what?]
[When It Rains It Pours]
[And now there's a strange shadowy figure in the Ingress. But what does it mean?]
[It's a potential danger, obviously, but she has to focus on the more pressing concern-- namely the ship from Caducus Secondary. (Of course there was a second one, why on earth would anybody name a planet 'Caducus Primary' if there wasn't a second one?) As far as she's concerned, there is no way this won't end without conflict-- from the message she's gathered that they're not interested in talking, so what good would negotiations do aside from giving them an opportunity to pick off whatever poor group of crewmembers were sent over to beg for mercy?]
[Still, approaching this from all angles is necessary. But from where she sits, attack or defense are their only real two options. Or some combination of all three methods.]
[She moves from her quarters/office to the library, cleaning up a little from the ship's rollover and pouring over the glass-bound book she obtained from Caducus Primary. It's not a law book, though, so her search for something that could help is going to be very long and intensive. When she gets tired of that, she goes back to her quarters/office to think and meet with any of the crew who might have concerns or want to discuss strategy. The spent teabags are piling up, and any rest she may have gotten on the Collective is more or less shot.]
[How does she save her home?]
office!
Is there really a choice?
Finally Wanda bites her lip and knocks on the door. She is pale and grim-faced and trying very hard to hide how afraid she is.]
You know why I'm here.
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I'M SORRY, if it's too late, no hard feelings!
Clara Oswald | OTA (mostly)
[Clara's on her way back from the cargo bay when the equilibrium of the ship is thrown off, and she's sent roughly crashing into the nearest wall. A little panicked by what could be happening, she remains pressed against the wall until the ship rights itself and she collapses in a heap on the cold floor. Completely dazed by all the being thrown about, she pushes herself up and looks around. There's someone nearby, judging by the hurried footsteps. So she goes ahead and makes her confusion and annoyance vocal.]
Who in the hell's in charge of driving this thing?
Ingress; closed to people she has cr with
[Shortly after the shift on the ship, she makes her way toward the Ingress under suspicion that it's somehow all at fault. A lot of fingers get pointed at the Ingress when there's blame to place, and she figures she might as well check it out. However, popping her head into the area shows the captains arguing, and it's very clear from a quick once over that the Ingress isn't working. At all.
Unsure of what to make of that, she turns on her heel and takes off at a run, heading toward someone she trusts to give information to and plot with. When she finds them, she's out of breath, and holds up her hand to signal that she needs a second as she catches her breath.]
Library;
[After being named leader for those tasked with forming a negotiation plan, Clara stations herself in the library. It's easy to find and a good central point for her to talk to others in the same group, and offers plenty of room to meet and talk. It also affords her the luxury of looking through books to gain ideas, which she spends hours doing. She takes notes as she does, and doesn't really take the time to do things like eat or sleep for a few days. She does, however, take the time to find some books on botany to take notes on, as well as some Austen she can read for enjoyment. A copy of Pride & Prejudice is hidden in a self-help book on negotiation tactics, and she's so absorbed in reading it that she doesn't realize someone's approached her until she turns a page and glances up.
Seeing someone standing there, she gives a startled jump and both of the books drop down to the table. A sheepish smile follows, and she motions for them to sit down with her.]
Please tell me you weren't standing there too long.
Gardens;
[Knowing how important the gardens are to the continued survival of the Moira, Clara takes it upon herself to visit the gardens in order to try and secure things as best as possible. Just because they're all making a plan doesn't mean that it will be successful, and that their ship won't be boarded and attacked. Just in case it is, she takes great care to make sure their garden will remain intact. She's busy at work moving things about, until the incredibly late hours of the night. She's definitely able to be interrupted for conversation or help!
If someone happens to visit the gardens early in the morning, she can be found leaning against the largest tree in the area, fast asleep. She's been working incredibly hard to stay busy so she can feel in control of her life here, and is exhausted.]
gardens-I need a dog icon.
He pounds over to her and begins to sniff at her feet. When she doesn't stir he looks at her inquisitively before deciding to nose around in her purse and pockets to try to see if she's got any food on her.
Or something nice to chew.]
yes dogs deserve their own icons
dog dog dog
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Library
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SO LATE, if you want to drop no hard feelings! |D;
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closed to Sans
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Charlie (FNAF) - ota
[You know that moment when you're relaxing in your bunk and you're pretty sure you're getting used to things, and life's generally okay? And then it gets interrupted by the world literally turning on its side?
This is Charlie's evening, and it officially sucks.
After an indignant sputter and a quick assessment of the situation (no injuries, a few minor bruises, all's well,) she cautiously exits the room and starts checking around for anyone else in the area.]
Hey. You all right? [is what she's gonna ask if she finds anyone.]
[2. Anywhere]
[Charlie can probably be found hither and thither around the ship, trying to stay out of people's way and trying to help/asking if there's anything she can help with where she can. She'll notably be avoiding anything involving the tech because with her level of knowledge, she might do more harm than good.
Still, it's the thought that counts. Right?
If there's anything she can help with, feel free to take her up on that offer!]
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[Ben was walking down the halls, looking for anyone that might need help. The ship's sudden lurch to one side was unsettling, and he wanted to be sure nobody had been hurt.]
Are you alright?
[After checking, he gestures down the hall.]
Walk with me. I've never felt anything like that before. What do you think caused it?
Saitama | OTA
[Saitama is returning from a shift out on the wings, when the whole damn place goes sideways. He stumbles a second, but focuses in on another person in the hall. He assumes this must mean danger so he reacts without a second thought. Swiftly, he'll stride over and catch the other person, saving them from a tumble into the wall. One arm holds the hapless crewmate, while his other arm is propping them both up against the wall. A foot of his is raised captain style on the wall that was now more like the floor, expecting to brace for impact or.... wait, how long is this going to last? The rescue feels awkward given time to breathe. He'll give an embarrassed look to the person he snatched up]
Hey, erm, should I let go? [They might be like this a few minutes, otherwise, the ship needed time to readjust]
The Ingress
[Some people get called to the Ingress because of their superior minds or technical skill. Saitama? Brawn. Muscle. That's all he's good for, really. Somebody would not get this memo later, when they put him on Negotiation's team, but that's a problem for future him. For now, he's moving around the heavier bits and pieces of the Ingress' inner parts and out shell. The ease in which he can peel away metal and move engines might gather him some unwanted attention, but he really just wanted to get it over with. He'd come off a shift before this all happened. Single time wasn't his style, let alone double time. Saitama taps his foot impatiently as the technicians scuttle around attempting to find the problem]
Come on, when are we getting out of here? [he's not talking to anybody in particular, but he's certainly complaining loudly enough to give him shit for it]
Wildcard
[Anything else you want to do? Hit me up!]
The Shift
Uh. Yeah.
[And then, after a moment-]
...Thanks, though.
[Y'know, for not letting him potentially crack his head open on the wall.]
The hell just happened?
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Niko Bellic | OTA
FUCK!
[That's the first thing Niko Bellic yells as the ship starts to dramatically tip. While many of the larger boxes are secured, there are a number of smaller ones that aren't. Things relatively recently organized after the buying spree on their vacation stop. Things freshly organized. Even he's sliding across the Cargo Bay floor. And then there are stacks of packed things toppling and rolling across the smooth floor.]
[And while some aren't terribly large, they might still be dangerous. Nothing like taking a small crate full of shoes to the head.]
Look out! [He shouts to anyone else in the area as he scrambles to his feet and shouts to anyone in the cargo bay.]
☄ Mero Deck | OTA
FUCK!
[That's Niko's reaction as he reads the captain's notice, standing in the middle of the hallway.]
[For months, the Serb, the former soldier, has been summoning ever fiber of his calm, of his rationality, of his very heart to be able to bring peace to the crew. After Macha, after Cadacus Primary, after Emiri, actually helping the people on the ship and avoiding more destruction among their contacts had been his main goal. That's why he'd asked to be a diplomat. That's why he'd asked to make use of the ship's available covert aps. That's why he'd planned to ask people with experience to help him if the situation arose.]
[And now he's being asked to attack the people that he's felt escalating guilt over since the destruction happened. That planet exploding, the same as Macha, a world buried in his nightmares as his dreams want to capture aching moments of it falling apart.]
[He can't talk to Tali, he can't rage like he wants because that defeats the purpose (this Bellic's rage is meant to tear through cities), so he just stands in the corridor trying to pick a direction to go. It has to go somewhere. This fucking anger has to be vented. Not at a crew member, also against the point. But it needs to spill out of him in the waves he feels swelling.]
☄ FUCK! | OTA
OOC: Insert your own starter here.
Mero Deck
Uh... hey. Something wrong?
[There's no point in asking if he's okay. If he was okay, he wouldn't be yelling expletives for the whole deck to hear.]
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Meh Yewll | OTA
[Doc Yewll has to abandon her usual post at Med Bay- which isn't something she normally wants to do, ever, especially after a mess like that. But in all of her ego she knows she's a stellar technician. It's a gift among her people, being organic computers practically. She knows fuck all about "magic", supposedly one of the properties that the Ingress uses, but she can help with power functions, various forms of energy generation, repairing raw damage. She's brought tools with her, her medical handbag full of those instead of its usual materials.]
[She enters the Ingress room at a jog. She's not as short as some of the ship's crew, but being 5'3'' she has to scurry a bit.]
Okay, Boss, how about someone tell me what to get started on. Don't want this thing screwing up.
[They saw what could happen with that on Amissis-Re.]
☄ Med Bay | OTA
[There's a mess of flowers and broken beakers now from where Doc Yewll was refining medicines. All of the current stock she was working on? Lost. There's some stored up, but this is days worth of work she's lost. And more than that, now she realizes that the Med Bay is also going to be an important area to protect in the event of their angry friends getting on board.]
[Gritting her teeth, she's using a brush to sweep up the mess in the floor to transfer to the trash. As she's working, two drones hover in the air behind her. They're welding parts onto a device, using a chair as a makeshift workspace so she has counter room to set up all new materials.]
Sometimes I forget how much I love ship turbulence. [She mutters under her breath.]
☄ Spin the wheel | OTA
OOC: Throw something at me that's not a brick.
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[Ben has a broom in hand, a look of concern on his face. After letting her know that he's there, he begins to help clean up.]
I've done a sweep of the decks to see if anyone was injured. Came here next since it made the most sense.
[He bends down to pick up something that looks pretty important, even though he's not sure. Ben hands it to her.]
Everything alright in here?
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[When the shift happened Dorian was, quite innocently, walking the halls- still getting a feel for his new surroundings. There is nothing at all suspicious about that and he's perfectly within his rights to do so, but one does not simply innocently meander and still enjoy the luxury of impunity.
The first thing he took note of was the nausea that immediately overwhelmed him. The second thing he took note of was a swift, sharp pain and nothingness. Clearly not one to handle being struck to the head abruptly well Dorian is very much down for the count. A sorry soul left to be found on the floor, where so many feet have been- if he wakes from this do not tell him that, unless you mean to torture him.
He took a nasty blow to the temple and there is blood oozing down his face, but it looks worse than it is. The blunt instrument of this criminal, temporary, disfigurement is a piece of debris or loose something or other is a mere few feet away, lying there, brazen as you please, in all of its bloody, caught-with-your-pants-down, guilt. It must be apprehended immediately.
Additionally a certain someone mentioned something or other about gravity whatnots. A certain wonderful artist thief that Dorian will remember later. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe that conversation will have fled his mind.]
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Hey. You hit your head on something.
[Just to get that out of the way.]
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Leonard Snart | OTA
Leonard isn't really technically inclined, but he's got nothing better to do at the moment. Hanging around his room doing nothing isn't really his style, neither is working in the library as he's supposedly assigned. (Not that he's actually put in a full shift there yet, he thinks.)
Now, he's leaning against a wall, observing, watching the goings-on and others attempting to repair the broken Ingress.
"Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?" he comments with a slight smirk.
[Mess Hall-Team Offense]
He stares at the MID for a long moment, frowning, after the message comes through. So these idiots had managed to destroy an entire planet? Huh. No wonder the surivors had come after them now.
At least they were being considerate enough to give them fair warning. Len wouldn't have been so nice. Well, that only gave time to plan... and he just so happened to be assigned to the Offense team. Perfect.
Calling up the communication on his MID, Len quickly sends out a message to the rest of the team.
We've got some time to plan, it seems. Any of you actually have any fighting experience?
Oh, and "Commander Shepard"... we should talk.
TEAM OFFENSE HEYYYOOOO
There was the fish tank (no losses, only a mess), then the announcement, then the news that she was expected to be the leader for the offensive planning — and planning is already underway.
She's poring over old broadcasts, updates, information, everything she can find, and sketching out thoughts on a datapad in front of her, occasionally running scenarios into her own omni-tool. When the ping comes through, she initially mistakes it for her coffeepot's "finished" noise, and blinks in confusion at the empty pot, before slapping her forehead lightly, and pulling up the MID display to read over the message.
Was that air quotes around her name?
This should be good. Settling in, she reflects the MID's keyboard to haptic hologram, and types up a private reply.]
"Commander Shepard" reporting. Anything in particular you'd like to talk about?
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Surely McGuire (The Courier) - OTA
[She’s in the hallway heading to the bar when everything shifts and jerks and she falls flat on her ass. She gets back up, no major harm done except to her ego. Looks around to see if anybody saw, hopes she can convince them they didn’t see shit.]
Did… we just hit a space rock or something? [She isn’t, uh, so up to date on her spaceship terminology, either. Hasn’t been here long enough to know what’s normal and what’s not, either, though she gets the feeling she’s gonna get clued in right quick.]
TO THE WALL
[So she’s off work for the week, which hey, maybe some people would take that as a vacation. Not Surely, though. Thinks her job gets in the way of poking around. Especially with some kind of showdown on the horizon. She wasn’t around to know whatever beef this Caducus thing’s about, but she knows her way around a vendetta or two. Thing on her wrist says something about diplomacy which means, obviously, go straight to the bar. What? That’s where all the real talking gets done.]
Don’t know what they think talking’s gonna do. [Yeah, the random numbers might’ve called in the wrong girl for the job. Nothing a little beer can’t fix, right?]
To the wall
He makes his way to the bar without realizing it, merely walking while trying to clear his head.]
Is that where you've been assigned?
[He joins her at the bar then, sliding onto the seat.]
Negotiation can be a practical approach, but the situation is too far gone for that. We need to act before the choice is taken from us.
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Elsa | ota
[ Everything seems about the same as usual, with the exception that most people seem to be more relaxed after their time at the Collectives. That has made Elsa feel somewhat more comfortable around the ship, having things feeling less hostile again. As she walks along, slowly making her way to her room for the night, she spends some time reminiscing over the fun that even she had managed on the planet. However, she's jerked quite violently from these thoughts the moment the floor starts to tilt.
Blinking in surprise, her head lifts and she notices that she isn't the only other person in the hall. Also that the ship is definitely still falling to one side. Thinking quickly, realizing that the both of them are going to end up slamming painfully into the wall, Elsa doesn't even worry for as little as a second about revealing her powers. Instead, as they ship continues to tilt and she and the other person are stumbling to the side, she raises his arms and points one hand to the wall that is soon going to be beneath hear and the other in the direction of where the other is going to be landing. Her magic bursts out just in time, leaving large piles of snow on the wall beneath them. It's all she can do to soften the blow. And it's relatively effective, she finds, as the next second she's falling into it and it certainly slows her enough to lessen the impact with the wall. It still hurts, but it could have been worse, she's sure.
There's a moment where she simply lays there in the snow, recovering from the shock, but fairly quickly she's sitting up and looking over in the direction of the other pile. ]
Are you okay?
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[ This situation is nothing short of stressful. Ever since they received that message from the Caducians, Elsa has been worrying. It's not over the team she's been assigned to, it's not over having to come up with a plan to combat this situation, and it's not even concern for herself. Largely, it's concern for much of the crew, especially her sister. This is exactly why her heart had sunk the moment she'd run into Anna among the new arrivals. It's dangerous here. They could all end up dead because of this, no matter what plan they go with, and that's... The thought of losing Anna is terrifying to her. Then there's the fact that there are children around here...
She's sitting on a bench in the gardens, having needed some time alone somewhere quiet to do some thinking. Or worrying, as it's turned into. She wrings her hands, her gaze on her knees and her expression highly troubled. Without realizing it, the stress she's under has caused a very light flurry. ...Across the whole garden. Not likely ideal for most of the plants, but the snowfall is slow and fairly light, which is actually something of a testament to the fact that she's been gaining at least some control over her powers. Also, it means that it should melt relatively quickly and...hopefully not harm any of the plants. ]
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Look at all the snow! It's so pretty! Snow!!
[ There's not enough snow for them to build a snowman. The light flurry of snowflakes looks so gorgeous to Sakura, she doesn't know that Elsa's causing it though. ]
Aren't you cold in that?
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HALLWAY LMK IF THIS ISNT OKAY
NO THIS IS GREAT
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miles vorkosigan | ota
miles was there. back on caducus primary, when it all went to hell, when bruce's unintended rampage had destabilized the planet's very core, he was there. right at ground zero, running rescue and evac on every moiran and caducan alike. they'd tried to evacuate the whole damn planet -- sure folly, of course, but hell if they hadn't tried. and miles had died trying, skewered by a belly full of glass before clark could get there in time.
so the way they handle things here is important to him -- no, not just to him. it's vital to the ship and whatever future they might hope to have here.
so naturally he's fixated as hell on it and is abandoning much sleep in favor of poring over the situation. he's by no means an expert on these people, but he'd at least spent time with them. died for them. he can be seen with one of his recently acquired datapads at pretty much all times now -- daytimes in the personnel office, evenings in the bar or his private office, mealtimes too. if you spot a stunted little man of 4'9 with a crooked spine and pair of leg braces, then congratulations, you have found defense team leader miles vorkosigan. not for the first time, he's frustrated with how this is being handled, and not for the first time, their options don't look good. it's a political disaster any way you look at it, and it only goes downhill from there. so, yes, please, come talk to him about it, because god knows he's got a headache over it. ]
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He picks his way closer, and the faint prickle of power gives way to visual cues. Miles_Naismith_Vorkosigan isn't a user Rinzler's communicated with previously, and at a glance, he doesn't seem to be coded for combat. An analyst then? The rough plan that had been sent out in mass wasn't completely worthless, even if some of the user's priorities were... questionable.
Rinzler's steps are quiet through force of habit, and the surrounding conversations of the bar override what traces might be heard. Still, his arrival won't go completely unnoticed. There's a low ticking rumble, like a damaged hard drive catching with each spin, that stops a pace behind Miles and slightly to the side. If he glances back, he'll find a dark-armored shape lit by red-orange markings. Rinzler's mask is angled towards Miles... and maybe just a little bit past. He's trying to read what's on the datapad.]
IM READY
YOU'D BETTER BE
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Bar, Enjoy your headache, Miles
what a joy
SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY
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Closed to Wash
Speak of the goddamn devil. She couldn't believe it when she saw Washington approaching down the hallway. Not that she'd gone out of her way to avoid his usual haunts—they'd run into each other at the bar before. But those times they'd gone out of their way to pointedly ignore each other. That wasn't happening this time. Her gaze was laser-focused on him and she continued walking steadily, now heading straight in his direction. She didn't stop, though she did bring her fists together in front of her, once again unconsciously telegraphing that the only thing on her mind now was getting into a fight. ]
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Wash didn't stop walking toward her, having no intention of showing anything that might remotely suggest that he was intimidated. He wasn't. Texas didn't scare him anymore and honestly, a fight sounded almost good right now. He'd been needing to let off some steam for a while.
Giving his shoulders a quick roll to stretch the muscles out a bit, he took on a more ready stance. One that would make it easier to react to whatever she had to throw at him right off the bat. The fact that Tex was always the most talented Freelancer while his battle rating had always been lower than most of the rest didn't bother him. He'd improved over the years, he'd be able to hold his own. ]
So you were just waiting until there was no one around to intervene?
[ You'd think he'd have learned to keep his mouth shut at this point, but no. Of course he hadn't. ]
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So Sans, as he's wont to do, decided to take a break.
Which is how he found himself here, leaning casually near the negotiations meeting place (eavesdropping? him? nah) while he chewed on a stale donut. It was spaghetti filled. His brother is a treasure, really.]
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He’s one person! One person who’s already shown himself more than willing to give himself up and you’re willing to sacrifice how many people to protect him? [Zam's expression is twisted in open scorn and disbelief as the debate continues and one gets the impression that control over her own complexion is the only thing keeping the red out of her face right now.]
No, you know what? Kark all of you -- if the Caducans decide they want him, I’ll bring him to them myself! [With that Zam storms out of the room and into the hallway, slamming the door against the flurry of shouts that follows her. She’s so preoccupied that she doesn’t notice the much shorter Sans until she walks right into him. She stumbles back a step and then turns her glare down at him.]
What are you doing here?
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Liquid Snake | ota
Liquid isn't feeling too well. A small price to pay to have a virus designed to kill him purged from his system, but that doesn't change the fact that he feels like crap.
He's supposed to be in bed, and it's about time he should be sleeping or something, but he's decided he wants some goddamn toast and he is going to get some goddamn toast.
That's the plan, anyway, but we all know how plans go. One moment he's grumpily making his way down a hall, thoroughly displeased by how garbage he feels and how little he felt like eating earlier, his puppy running ahead on its leash. The next moment, he hits a wall, and the puppy hits him immediately after. Oof.
He stands up, looking about as livid as he can in his condition, checking to make sure the puppy is okay. He is very okay, and very barky. "What the hell are they doing?" His voice is a bit too weak to have the impact he was trying for, but hey.
[B. I'M WITH STUPID]
"This is stupid. This is absolutely bloody stupid." He's complaining about this whole teams concept to anyone that'll listen (this is NOT how you make a team, or come up with plans, or just about ANYTHING as far as he's concerned), and even to people who aren't listening. Hell, he's mentioned in on the MID too. The worst part, though, is he's sick.
There's something going on and he's sick for it.
So, as in bed as he's supposed to be, he'll probably be running around anyway, possibly just making things worse for himself. And he will not. Stop. Complaining.
[C. WILDCARD]
[i said i wasn't going to do one of these but i changed my mind because sick liquid running around is amusing. just run into him or plot with me here or @
a weird fish / ota
[riptide is in the observation deck when the ship tips over. he's trying to get out a bit more, knowing that staying holed up in his room isn't doing anyone any help. so he's decided to look at the stars and have a smaller existential crisis.
his luck is awful and naturally, when the tip happens he's getting up. yelping, riptide skids along the floor, scrabbles with his hands, then ends up rolling on his shoulder. several times across the floor.
it's loud. it's ungraceful. it's riptide, screaming:] I DIDN'T THINK PHYSICS WORKED LIKE THIS IN SPACE!!
‘The Time To Act Is Now,’ Says Yellowing Climate Change Report Sitting In University Archive
[this is a text for everyone else on the defence team!]
so uhhhh
i dont actually understnad whats going on
but i guess the obvious thing here is barricade all the entrance points?
i dunno i'll just sit down in a corridor or something
whatever
are they expecting it to get violent???
Study Links Clinical Depression To Getting Dunked On
[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING YOU WANT - if you have any questions then i can be reached at
[DEFENSE TEAM TEXT WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT]
BRUHHH
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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get crushed by your crush
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DUNK ON ME HARD
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FOR DADTRON (again)
Re: FOR DADTRON (again)
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Deacon: OTA
[Deacon is padding down the hallway of Nomo Deck when the Moira suddenly lists violently. It's like being knocked off the roof of a building by a super mutant (and he honestly wishes he didn't know what that feels like). His feet are out from under him, his arms flailing, and he yelps as the wall temporarily decides to be ambitious and take the job as acting-floor for a while. Then the ship rights itself and he's flung back again. He falls on top of one of his crew mates with an "oof" and his face in their chest, knocking his shades askew.]
Did someone just rear end us? I hope we've got good insurance.
[He tries to push himself away, give the other person their space.]
Sorry pal...whoa...[That was not where he'd intended to put his hand.]...wow, so sorry, I totally did not mean to grope you just now.
B. Hello From the Other Side?
[Once the Ingress restarts, Deacon spends hours staring at the silhouette of the figure within. He even takes off his sunglasses to peer into the vortex to see if he can make out anything at all of use.]
That is creepy. That is, like, super creepy. What do you think? Man? Woman? Alien? More importantly, are they armed and on a scale of one to ten how much do they want to kill us?
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But then the floor tilts heavily, disappearing under her feet and sending her flying towards the wall. With a haste movements she reaches out to the wall to take support and puts one feet in front of another to prevent her from falling down on her face. She would've actually made it if it wasn't for Deacon, crashing down on her and thus pushing her on the floor hard. Flailing, she quickly grabs on his shoulder to gain some leverage as if it was going to help.
J hits her head as they land on the solid floor, making a few mute curse words escape between her lips. The contents of her purse, the make up, cigarettes, lighter, are now scattered all around them. Her grip on his shoulder is tight as she lowers her head, bringing her chin closer to her throat, and gives him an annoyed stare. When he shifts on top of her, thankfully moving the weight away from her -- while accidentally placing his hand right on her breast.
But surprisingly enough, she doesn't seem to react to the accidental boob-grab as her expression hardly changes. And while her chest is soft it still should feel rather weird for Deacon as it moves to the side in a very unusual manner.]
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Bruce Banner » OPEN
So a spectacularly bad idea does have repercussions, go figure. Luckily for Bruce, these repercussions came before he actually managed to go through with said bad idea.
In other words, he's very lucky to have such loyal and caring friends who shoot him with tranquilizers and lock him up in his cage at the cargo bay when he's about to act like an idiot.
When he first comes to, he does feel a little upset, and a little frustrated. He probably spends some time trying to get out of the cage just to go through with his plan anyway, but soon accepts he's not going anywhere. He improved on the designs of this cage after all, he knows there's no way of opening it from the inside if it was locked from the outside. So, having no other choice, he waits.
He sits there and spends a good amount of time just meditating, sleeping away the boredom when it comes, or using his MID to read up on the status of things or playing games. He tries, and fails, not to worry about their current situation, and he tries to reason with himself, tell himself that this is for the best— there's no way the Caduceans would've been content with only one man giving himself in, and even if they were, the chances they would never trigger a transformation by attacking or trying to kill him would be slim to none. He would've done more harm than good, he tries to remind himself.
But guilt is also a powerful thing. They'd have never been in this position if it hadn't been for him in the first place, if he'd just left Caducus Primary when they were told, and stayed on the Moira waiting for everyone else to come back on board. It's what drove him to offer himself up on impulse to begin with, and it's what still makes him think (feel) that that may have been a good solution to all of this.
(Clearly he still needs some more sense smacked into him.)
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"I know we haven't met yet," she approaches the cage with a tired smile on her face, hand flipping up in a wave. "But my name is Clara Oswald. I've been tasked with leading the negotiations team, where you were assigned to help." Before he had the bad idea and ended up locked away.
She feels awful for him, having to be in this situation at all. From what little she understands about his unique circumstances, it seems like he likely has a great weight on his shoulders. It's hard to imagine what must be on his mind right about now, and she hopes that her visit is well received.
"I had some questions about what happened back on Caducus Primary, if you don't mind my asking them?"
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JASPER
You have four options!
1: GROUP DRILLS
These have a similar flavour to Jasper's regular self-defense classes, except that Jasper's typical drill-sergeant gym teacher approach is a little more at home here. Her instruction has a more offensive-combat bent, with equal focus on thoroughly incapacitating one's opponent vs defending against attacks, and she's a lot more merciless than usual, with little patience for hesitation or uncertainty. Her focus is on melee combat, although if anyone wants to bring different sorts of weapons into the equation she'll welcome that.
2: ONE ON ONE SPARRING
There's not always enough people in the gym for a full class, after all – and Jasper wants to be prepared herself, too. She is willing to fight anyone, from puny human to giant robot, and while she has no intention of seriously injuring people, she will not go easy on any of them.
3: YOU ARE JUST HERE TO TALK
If there's nobody here at all besides her – she is here all the time – Jasper is probably reading or doing puzzles from the little puzzle book that Frisk gave her. Feel free to hassle her, even about stuff that isn't punching.
4: YOU HAVE WALKED IN ON JASPER STARING UNEASILY AT THE TANK FULL OF JELLYFISH THAT SHEPARD INSTALLED IN THE GYM THIS MONTH
Look, she just... she doesn't like it. It makes her uncomfortable. She isn't going to let it put her off, though – especially not with Lapis Lazuli on board. Absolutely not.
[If you don't want to thread out potentially lengthy action stuff but would like to note your character was here for it, I am v open to handwaving that kind of stuff as well as thread it! Feel free to just reply to this with a vague sort of statement of what your character's performance/attendance at Jasper's training is like if that's easier. PM me or hit me up at
4:Water Problems
Raz doesn't think she hears him come in, and he clears his throat once or twice. He watches the jellyfish in silence for a s long has he can manage, and without looking over, offers advice. "S'okay, you know. If they sting you, y'could always just pee on it."
He bobs his head sagely, and sinks back into amicable silence, watching the Cnidarians float benignly past.
COMMANDER SHEPARD ★ ota!
OH TEAM LEADER MY TEAM LEADER (LOCKED TO CLARA & MILES)
[Let me know if you'd like something specific, either via PM or
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I've been wanting to meet, but haven't been able to find the time just yet. Since I drank enough coffee to ward off sleep for the next twelve hours at least, would you be up for meeting in an hour or so? I've spoken to Miles once already, but think we should all be on the same page with what's going on. I've been hoping we could all come together and propose one cohesive plan, but I'm not sure that's what the captains are looking for.
SLIDES IN HERE LATE....
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I Am So Ready
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You should be there if we meet with them.
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All the negotiating in the world wouldn't have stopped her, after all.]
I can give us a little time. I can't hold them.
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