( july event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: July 2nd and on
Where: The Moira + Caducan ship
What: The crew prepare to fight the Caducans.
Warnings: Death, Body Horror. Please label your content!

E V E N T

the glass menagerie "I want the world to be fragile. There is no place to hide a dark heart." After the missive from the people aboard the vessel carrying those from Caducus Secondary, the Moira is alive with preparations for defending the ship. No matter how big or small, each individual is entrusted with the responsibility of protecting themselves and their fellow crew members at all costs. With the Captains having divided them into teams to devise appropriate Plans of Action, they have decided to merge all the ideas into a singular strategy and have relayed it to the entirety of the crew via the MID. Everyone has been given a vital part to play, and although the Captains realize that some aboard are passive, now isn’t the time to be idle. Now is the time for action. ☄ Step 1: Negotiate & Infiltrate With this part of the plan enacted, a small number of those who have volunteered to attempt negotiations have been heard by the Caducans and have been temporarily “invited” to board their vessel. However, due to this highly stressful situation, a portion of the offensive team have been asked to accompany them in order to disable as much of the opposing ship and its crew to force them to evacuate onto the Moira. Regardless of time and what reparations are offered, negotiations ultimately fail. The Caducans want the debt of their planet to be paid by the people of the Moira with their very lives. While boarded with the Caducans, they will attempt to incapacitate the negotiation party through violent means, and it will be the responsibility of this particular team to attempt disengage the Caducans’ ship to prevent it from attacking the Moira. However, despite all efforts to sabotage their systems, the ship itself shuts its primary units into Lockdown Mode. All Moirans are forced to make a decision: stay and be shut inside an unfamiliar ship with the remaining Caducans who are still out for blood or make an attempt to flee to the emergency escape units on that ship with the other Caducans who have used them to head straight for the Moira. ☄ Step 2: Offense & Defense Meanwhile, back on the Moira, the crew must work to secure the ship against the incoming assault by the Caducans after having left their ship via emergency escape units. This means that some of the defense team will have disabled the gunnery to make it look as if the Moira is defenseless and secure the rest of the area with those on the offense team. There is no place for mercy; the Caducans will board the ship through the Cargo Bay. They are not interested in granting it to the crew after all the losses they suffered at Caducus Primary. The only choice will be to fight for their lives (kill or be killed) or find a way to lure the Caducans into the Ingress room to send them to some unknown place where they will no longer be a threat. The Captains have given all members of the crew leave to use whatever means necessary to protect both themselves and the ship’s systems from the invaders. Failure is not an option. ☄ Step 3: ???? & Step 4: Profit In the aftermath of the fight, the Moira is in a state of devastation. Bodies of the Caducans as well as some of the Moira’s own crew can be found in the hallways. Those who were stuck aboard the Caducan ship have either been rescued or rescue attempts are underway. This is the time to recover, to calculate what has been lost and come together as the crew the Captains have wanted since the Ingress had brought them aboard. Any and all Medbay personnel will be at the crew’s disposal, though the Captains will be focusing their attention on the Ingress room and what has become of it after having thrown so many people inside it. The Ingress technology is broken. Various events on planets and on the ship have shown that fixing it is near impossible, and that it is entirely unpredictable in nature. The Moira’s Ingress had recently turned off, sending the ship into a slight freefall before it restored and righted itself. Hours after sending the remaining Caducan crew members through the Ingress, the swirling blue light goes still and emits a pulse that ripples out in waves as far out around the ship as a few miles. For one lingering breath, it’s impossible to move, a near blinding light surrounding every crew member. The rush of wind is the only sound that can be heard. Moments later, every Moiran, even those that were on the Caducan ship, are now in the same place. The Ingress has malfunctioned, causing time and space to overlap—the two ships have twisted together into something unseemly and new. ☄ Shattered & Swept Aside Parts of the Moira have ceased to exist. Areas of the ship have become crystalline and transparent. There are rooms that were never there before. The Mess Hall is gone, replaced by a single empty room devoid of all furniture. The tree at the center of the garden is still there exactly as it was except it is now made of glass. The floors are a jarred mess of glass and steel, and there is broken glass littering the ship. The air filtration systems are going into overdrive to clear out the miniscule particles floating everywhere. So, sometimes, too deep a breath may end with inhaling shards of glass. The clothing you’re wearing might have turned to glass, doors are sealed shut, and it’s hard to discern where the Moira starts and the Caducan ship ends. Everyone has only one job: be careful of the glass. ☄ We Break Fast, We Are Glass The crystalline glass that is woven into the ship is now possibly a part of the crew. The transition from skin to glass might be painful or feel as if it’s always been that way. Hair has turned to glass, and arms, eyes, patches of skin or entire bodies are now transparent and reflect light. Joints may be stiff, or flex and move as good as they did before. If a crystalline hand is smashed against a wall it might break, or dent steel. For those who need medical attention, all staff have been summoned to the Medbay once more to help their fellow crew. Prosthetics and coverings will be made and offered to ensure that the glass doesn’t get broken or to prevent further breakage. Crew may assist each other in finding a way to remove the glass, or leave it as it is until a permanent solution can be found. ( ooc; When it comes to barracks, each player can decide if their room has ceased to exist for the event or not. Characters that have roommates need to decide together what they’d prefer. The amount of glass that a character has turned to is up to the player, as well as if it is painful or uncomfortable in any way. For questions, please go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! ) ( Other helpful links: Original Negotiation Plan | Defense Plan | Offense Plan )

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Papyrus | on the Moira, pre-battle | OTA

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[Negotiations appear to have fallen through, but there's still time before the ship is approached and boarded. Papyrus was assigned a hall near the cargo bay, and it's clear he's been hard at work. It's weirdly chilly through here, and smooth, glistening ice covers most of the floor. Stepping on it is guaranteed to cause the person to fall or slide to the other end, depending on their luck.

Here and there, steaming plates of spaghetti litter the floor. They smell... pretty bad, honestly. Papyrus can't cook for beans, but he must have worked pretty hard to make that much pasta.

Speaking of the skeleton in question, he's at the other end of the hall, and he seems to have traded his trademark ratty red scarf for a new orange one. He waves enthusiastically to anyone who approaches.]

Hello! Watch your step! My special trap wasn't put here for you!

[skelepun]

[The air was tense. It didn't really agree with him. Negotiations at a standstill, and Sans already exhausted from his own hasty escape from their completely botched mission on the enemy ship. Enemies. That is what they were apparently determined to be, no matter how hard Niko and Clara and the others seemed to convince them otherwise.

Nothing about this sat right with him.

Luckily, he'd know his brother's pasta anywhere.]

Hey, Pap--[He's cut off with a quick slip, though Sans gathers his balance quickly. It was impossible to live in Snowdin for as long as they had without getting pretty good at ice sliding. He continued moving in one direction, until eventually bumping gently against his little brother's chest plate.

... He was wearing his battle body. Sans felt a little sick over that implication.]

Did you just do all this?

Asriel Dreemurr | ota

[pleasereset]

[A. Aboard the Moira | ota]

[It had all gone wrong very quickly. The negotiations had failed, and the Caducans seemed to be on their way. Asriel didn't know how to prepare - there wasn't enough time, was there?

Soon enough, the Moira had exploded into an eruption of gunfire, fighting, and chaos. Asriel had no experience fighting, all he could do is try to find someplace safe.

Which was harder to do then it looked, since the fighting was practically everywhere. As the young monster attempts to dash into a nearby empty room to escape some of the Caducans, he hears the click of a gun that freezes him in place.

Terror overwhelms him, and he shuts his eyes and braces himself for the death he knew was coming.]

[B. Closed to Kyoko]

[He'd seen their deaths.

Toriel guarding him as she was torn apart. Papyrus' scarf. Sans' jacket. Frisk's motionless body. Were they all gone? Every single one of them?

He couldn't think straight. He could barely breathe. His family mowed down like they were nothing, monsters killed without a shred of mercy shown to them. They'd do the same to him. They almost did do the same to him.

They can't get away with it. He won't let them. He's going to make them pay.

Thoughts of mercy and ration leave his mind, and when he finds the bodies of the fallen Caducans, he plucks their lingering souls right from their bodies and absorbs them into his own. The more he takes, the more his own appearance starts to change.

He's starting to look far more like a monster.



Once more Caducans find him, it's only natural for them to attack the demon-like creature in front of them. But Asriel quickly tears the few soldiers down, locking his claws into one of them before using fire magic to burn away the rest. A gentle smile full of fangs rests on his face.

As Kyoko approaches, the boss monster turns to her. He hasn't said anything yet, but the bodies next to him might be all he needs to say.

Kill or be killed.]

[C. One week later - the Lounge | ota]

[For the past week since they died, and for the first night he'd come back to an empty room. He'd gone about his daily routines with a gloomy blankness, not speaking to anyone or answering to anyone if they tried calling his name. Sometimes he spent long hours in quiet, isolated places.

The question of why Frisk keeps sparing him rolls around in his mind. He hadn't gotten better, there wasn't a shred of any goodness in him.

He couldn't save a single one of them, and instead he took life - he could feel the fear and confusion of the souls inside of him as they were used against their own people. And he still didn't care. His family was gone, he couldn't go curl up in his mother's arms, and life on the Moira continued on without any of them there. He wanted to scream at something, break down crying until he couldn't cry anymore. And on some nights, he had.

After making a trip to the mess hall, Asriel heads towards the lounge instead of heading back to his room. As he sits down, a sharp pain spreads through his chest.]

Ow!

[It hurt a little earlier in the week, but it felt like it was getting worse. Asriel pulls down his shirt a little...

And finds his chest has a glass-like shimmer to it. He winces, running his hand over it.]

It hurts...

B

[prayed]

[Kill or be killed.

It's the way of the world. It's the mantra she's seen written in stories time and time again, but it's not one that humans could follow. It left one's mind in shambles, their soul shrouded in darkness.

No, there was a safer way. A better way. All that one had to do was to avert their eyes, let misfortune rain down on others, drawing comfort from their troubles while believing it to be pity. Let them die. Let them suffer. Let others ruin themselves.

That's the real way of the world. She could almost laugh at this attempt at overturning it, at the captain's pity, at the misfortune of those who seek revenge because there's nothing else left.

At first, she'd been able to hold steadfast to that feeling. The anger had burned in her chest, promising her that she would be no one's satisfaction. The captains could dirty their own hands, again and again, prove to everyone that their world view was the correct one if they felt it so strongly.

The feeling doesn't last long. If she held back, there would always be those who wouldn't, who couldn't survive that way. The wave of emotions comes on far too fast and far too strong for her mind to process it all. Her mind goes blank, refusing to accept it, leaving only instincts to carry her.

She'd thrown up everything in her stomach, dry heaved and coughed up bile. She'd cried and despaired and hidden away. She had hated and cursed and spit venom. There was no one who would comfort her, though, no one who would understand her or promise a better future, no one who would rationalize her anger. She was alone, just like then. Just like always. That's just the way that the world works.

It feels like an eternity has passed by. She doesn't care to check, to confirm that the truth is that little time has passed at all from the start. The emotions all drained out of her, leaving her to wander--not in search of anything at first, but before long following the one familiar thread of magic still present in this place.

There's no real reason for it. It's just instincts. Habit. What she's always done.

At the end of her search is exactly what she expected, or what she might have if expectations were still rolling through her mind. It's not the warmth and kindness that she'd once felt, but something that had been broken and mutated by despair and hatred. She doesn't bat an eye.

It's the sight of the bodies that draws a reaction. The smell of gore and burning flesh makes her stomach churn. She leans over and dry heaves, and laughs. It's a bitter, choked sound, almost a sob, but despair isn't the emotion that's cracked through her haze. It's funny. This is funny. She's not sure why, but it's just so funny.]

Ha... Haha... I never thought you'd be the one with the stomach for this, y'know...

[She opens her mouth to say his name, then closes it. The pieces click into place in short order. She forces her attention up to him, if only to avoid looking back to the corpses strewn about. It's muddled--there's something wrong, it's too powerful, too bogged down, but she knows that magical signature.]

That magic... You must be Asriel, right? Haah, I barely recognized you.

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart | OTA

[heartscold]

a. Step One - Caducan Ship - Team Offense Infiltration
He'd volunteered to help lead the "away team" of sorts, wanting to make sure the infiltration/sabotage of the enemy ship went as planned. There was no doubt in his mind that the negotiations would fail; why would they succeed, if these people were out for revenge? The attempt by the one responsible to turn himself in had failed (which Len honestly had no opinion on... he didn't know the guy), so this was the next best option.

But of course it couldn't be easy. A stealth infiltration mission never went as planned. As soon as the alarms went off and weapons started firing, Len cursed and readied his own gun, the cold cells buzzing to life. Peeking around a corner, he fired off a quick blast, then another longer one to clear the way. Glancing back to see who had stayed with him, he shook his head and pulled his goggles down more firmly over his eyes. "I'm for getting out of here, how about you?"

b. We are Glass - Moira - Hallway
His hands were cold.

Not the normal, pleasant chill he always felt, not the comfort of the cold gun in his hands, the cool spreading up his fingers. No, this was cold, a numb deadness from his fingertips to nearly his elbows. Len twitched and curled on the hallway floor, consciousness returning in painful waves. His head throbbed and spun dizzily as he pushed himself upright against the wall, blinking away the last bits of black. Everything hurt... but why were his hands so cold? Had he accidentally hit himself with a freezing blast?

Looking down at his fingers in his lap, he thought he was still dreaming, still unconscious. How else would that explain the delicate glass structures at the end of his wrists? He flexed his fingers, and the crystalline digits moved, stiffly, slowly. Shuddering, Len pushed one sleeve of his parka and shirt up... the glass extended up his forearm, nearly to his elbow.

"What the hell...?"

He should move, get off the floor, out of the hallway, find one of the captains or go to the medbay and figure out just what the fuck was going on... but he brushed his glass fingers against his forehead and they came away red and wet with blood. He shuddered again as he saw the blood through his fingers, staining the glass red. "This has got to be some kind of fucked-up dream." A broken sort of laugh spilled past his lips and he closed his eyes again, tipping his head back against the wall.

step two is always having an escape plan

[realitywarped]

Loki would really have rather sent everyone back the easier way, in a group- but after the fighting starts and everyone scatters, that proves very difficult. And teleporting everyone individually is a much greater waste of power, each teleport taking nearly as for one as it would for all of them. He chooses to prioritise the people who most likely will struggle making it to the escape vessels, who are also mostly the people he'll be told off for leaving behind, and let the fighters get on with things.

It's some time later when he finally trips over a familiar face, still firing at the Caduceans, and he takes a break from fighting to press himself to the wall behind Leonard, resting for a moment.

"I'd ask if they want to surrender yet, but given the sincerity of their offer to negotiate, I don't think they'd be interested. How are you doing for power, Mister Snart?"

Even now, he sounds more off-hand than anything else. The Caduceans don't, as far as he can tell, offer much more threat than a few other enemies Loki's faced, and besides- he has his magic still, although he's starting to worry about how much he's using it.

Frisk | partially open, cw for child injury/death for both closed prompts

[gainedlove]

locked to Papyrus

[Frisk had been holding out hope that the negotiations would work out. That maybe the Cadeuceans would understand that more death wasn't the right answer to ease their suffering. Surely they could understand that it wouldn't help anything...right?]

[Apparently not.]

[The attack began with alarms across the ship, and soon chaos had erupted all over. Traps laid, and the sounds of fighting everywhere--Frisk didn't know what to do. At first they'd run to try and find their family, try and keep the monsters safe in the midst of so much violence. But then...]

[Gunshots. Loud, echoing, and terror siezed Frisk's heart like a vice. Suddenly they weren't running to find anyone, but to get away; fleeing in fear for their life, to get away from the horrible pain in their chest and the too-familiar feeling of the warmth leaving their body. Hallway after hallway, turn after turn, but it never seemed to get any farther away.]

[Nowhere to run.]

[Tripping and stumbling, Frisk falls hard on their face and scrambles to find some place safe, anywhere they might be missed and the Cadeuceans (guards) would pass by and not notice they were there. Seeing an open door Frisk bolts towards it, not thinking to close it behind them. It's an office of some sort, with a large desk stacked high with papers and several filing cabinets lining the walls. Frisk dives to cram themself between two of them, not realizing that they're still perfectly visible from the doorway and only made an easier, trapped target of themself.]

[They curl up, knees tucked up to their chest and hands covering their ears, and much as they try to remain quiet the hiccuping sobs simply won't stop.]

locked to Sans

[They'd failed. The horror of it left Frisk's mind numb, unattached and adrift in some semblance of an attempt to cope. Papyrus's dust lay in a pile on the floor only a few feet away, clinging to his uniform and scarf that lay crumpled where they had fallen. Where he had fallen.]

[It's their fault. It's all their fault. Why hadn't they tried harder, urged for peaceful solutions, tried to find some way to make this all right? They'd frozen up when they should have moved, they should have taken those bullets for him, he shouldn't be dead--!]

[Frisk's sobs are cut off abruptly by a racking cough, and they can taste copper in their mouth. The shot to their stomach is still bleeding through their fingers, and the pain is spreading faster and faster. The strength has left their limbs, a slow encroaching numbness that Frisk has only felt a few times, and certainly never for this long. Even Flowey hadn't been interested in making Frisk suffer through a drawn out death like this.]

'M sorry...'m so sorry...

[The tracks of tears down their face don't stop, and Frisk whimpers and curls up a little more, squeezing their eyes shut.]

I'm so sorry...I can't...

OTA, after the attack

[Even after the fallen crew have been revived, Frisk seems to have all but vanished from their usual perky presence aboard the ship. No laughter followed by speedy footsteps, no cheerful voices asking if there's any way they could help. Much like after Sans's death when they first arrived, Frisk is nowhere to be found.]

[Except not quite. Most of the waking hours find Frisk curled up in their bed, whimpering and miserable, but occasionally they lurk in other areas, curled up in tucked-away corners with knees up to their chest and their face buried in their arms. Miserable, certainly, and even more notable is the fact that the child has been transformed entirely into a living statue of clear glass. And not anything terribly sturdy from the looks of it--a few chunks of their hair have shattered off, and some hairline cracks run through one hand.]

[When they hear someone approach, Frisk stiffens a bit and curls up a little bit tighter, and slowly raise their head to see if they recognize whomever it is.]

[CW for death and stuff]

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[This wasn't a fight, it was a massacre. Papyrus had held his station for only a moment or two before realizing these people were not playing around. There was no room here for silliness, and nobody was interested in tossing around a few playful magic bullets.

These people were angry, and he understood why, but Sans's words were fresh in his mind. Don't stay, don't be a hero. If things get bad, don't stand your ground, come find me. Papyrus had no idea where Sans had ended up, and he hadn't had the time to try to call him.

So he ditched the hall and the ice and the spaghetti and took off.

He had been on his way past the office when a familiar face flashed by. That couldn't be... could it?

He leaned into the office, concern written all over his skull.]

Frisk! Human! This is no time to play hide and seek!

Toriel | on the Moria | OTA

[inruins]

[A - Step 2 - OTA]
To say things have 'gone to shit' is an accurate summary of the chaos falling over the ship. Attempted negotiations and peace fell through faster than Toriel expected.

The boss monster knows she can't hurt these people. She knows this even as the ship is invaded, even as violence breaks out. The best she can do is stifle it. If not that keep as many people safe as she can until the fighting desists. She will show as much mercy as she can manage, even if others choose violence. Toriel can't blame them, not in a time like this. Not when a great injustice has been done onto the Caducans, onto the Moria crew who inherited this problem.

"Stand back, quickly!" She commands, running forward as fire swirls to life between a Moria crew member and a Caducan's invader. The sudden fire magic bursting forth should be enough to startle the attacker back for now. Enough time for Toriel to properly check on her crewmate. "Are you hurt?"

Whatever reprieve they've found will not last long. Her fire flickers enough for the enraged refugee to come back at the pair.


[B - Death becomes us - Closed to Asriel & Sans]

"Stay close, please." She urges firmly, holding onto her son's hand as they move together through the chaos of the hallway. Those of the Moria fight back the Caducans. The stench of blood and the sight of fallen bodies only make Toriel's grip on Asriel's hand tighten further. It is the war all over again, simply in smaller quarters. Toriel never wanted to see this again, much less have her children or family be a part of this kind of bloodshed.

It makes her mind jump to the death toll, to who might die from this mess.

She won't lose her son again, never again. Even if she has to pay dearly for it. "We need to find your siblings, quickly."

b

[pleasereset]

"Mom..."

Asriel's voice is small, a little scared as he clings onto Toriel's hand desperately. Every loud noise earned a flinch, every body they came across got him to stumble just a little.

"The fighting is getting closer."

There's gunfire nearby, and it sends a sharp chill down Asriel's spine. He remembers what it feels like to get attacked by a gun, and it's not something he wants to experience again.

Or have any of his family experience it either.

Alphonse Elric | On the Moira | OTA

[armoured]

one: ota; before the attack; action and network

[Everyone keeps saying they have to kill. They have no choice. It's us or them.

But Al doesn't believe that, he's never believed that. He and Ed promised a long time ago that they would never kill anyone, they just wouldn't take another life. They'd seen too many people die and dealt with the fallout of grief, these people were angry and wanted revenge but-- but that didn't necessarily make them bad people.

No killing does not mean no fighting, however, and Al is preparing to ambush any attackers down one of the main corridors. He's alternately speaking into his MID in a voice that, while young, is throbbing with determination, and clapping his hands together to place them against the wall and warp the metal into barricades.]

Anyone who can hear this, please-- I urge you to think before you kill today. Hasn't there been enough bloodshed? Can't we try and take captives instead?

two; ota; during the attack; action only

[Al is moving through the Moira at a full sprint, long legs eating up the distance rapidly. He's whirling from one opponent to the next, putting all the training he received from Izumi to its best advantage. But he's not killing. He's wrapping his opponents in metal or sinking them into the floor, but not killing.

He's making a beeline for anyone in distress. He wants to minimise as many casualties as he can today, though this means his armour has a few holes in it already. Not enough to properly see the emptiness within, but getting there.

If you want a fighting partner, need rescuing, or have an injured character that needs help, Al is your guy!]

one

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

I agree completely!

[It's good to hear someone else say it. They really don't have to fight people. In fact, they'd be happier if they didn't.]

Perhaps we could capture them and put them in the hold until they're not angry anymore?

Zam Wesell | OTA | cw for violence, blood, and body horror

[backsassin]

i came to cut you up, i came to knock you down | negotiate and infiltrate | caducan ship
[It happens in the blink of an eye. Maybe you’re trying to escape. Maybe you’re trying to fight. Whatever the case, a single shout of “Get down!” and a brief glimpse of a lightly armored woman pursued by a small cluster of Caducans is the only warning you get before she slams into you at full-throttle, knocking you to the floor. Behind her, there’s a deceptively quiet pop followed instantly by the much louder sound of shattering glass. The live explosive device she had jammed onto the wall as she ran past detonates, blasting the glass into fragments and propelling it at lethal speed towards her pursuers. There’s the terrible sound of tearing meat as the shards rip through armor and flesh alike, and the bodies of the Caducans hit the floor with so many wet thumps.

Flat against the floor, you and Zam manage to avoid the brunt of the blast, though you may have a few shallow cuts from pieces of stray glass. She lifts her upper body off of you, giving you a quick once over for injuries.] You alright?

i’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel | we are glass | the moira garden
[She’s only here to see if it’s true: that the tree in the garden had truly turned to glass. She found the idea unsettling, to think that something once alive could turn to inorganic material. Dead? She’s not sure. She approaches the tree, taking in the glittering pillar that was once its trunk. She’s already grown sick of the sight of glass, but continues to stare, brow furrowed, as if she can figure out whether the plant is alive or dead by sight alone. There have been too many stupid, pointless deaths over the past few days. Wouldn’t it be fitting for the tree to count among them?

It happens just as she catches sight of her reflection in one of the trunk’s many facets. A sharp, all-too familiar pain hits her in the left side of her neck, and she instinctively covers it with a hand. But before she can even process what’s hit her, the pain starts to spread down to her collarbone and up along her jaw, like dozens of glass-sharp edges being pressed into her skin. She gasps and crouches quickly to the ground to steady herself as the pain presses upward towards her face and the skin of her neck and jaw begins to harden and turn cold under her hand. It reaches just below her left cheekbone and brushes the side of her mouth before the spread stops and the sharp pain begins to settle into utter and complete numbness. Zam stays crouched in front of the tree, hand still pressed to her neck, staring down at the soil beneath her in incomprehension. As her hand wanders, she finds the entire lower left half of her face has become impossibly rigid and cold. Still reeling, she looks back up at the tree, searching for her reflection in one of its facets.

The crunch and scrape of glass is almost as loud as her scream.]

Garden

[fight4theusers]

[Tron has been wandering in a daze since the glass transformation, only half-aware of the scars now glittering on his body in perfect shimmering glass. The garden was an odd place for him to end up, but he found himself moving through the trees, fingers brushing against the leaves of shorter bushes, some now shattering under his fingertips at the slightest touch.

The scream jolts him out of his trance-like state, his eyes clearing for the first time in hours. Hurrying toward the sound, he spots a familiar figure crouched by the now-glass form of the center tree.]

Zam? What's wrong?

Loki | Open

[realitywarped]

Aboard the Caducean Ship

[Loki hadn't been expecting much from these negotiations to begin with- which is why he's here at all. He's the emergency escape route, and also still a god of Asgard. One of the smallest, but not one of the weakest, adopted to a pantheon that knows war and battle more than most.

But as soon as the fighting starts, as close quarters as the ship is, it all devolves into chaos very quickly, and one where the Caduceans have the advantage of home ground. It doesn't seem to save them from Loki, however, back in all his Asgardian gear, flaming sword in one hand, dagger in the other. Moving amongst the Caduceans, he kills them without much sign of mercy, face untroubled and calm, Laeveteinn still burning despite the blood that covers it. Asking for non-fatal is all very well, but the Caduceans have threatened then and tried to kill them, and Loki chooses not to forgive or forget.

He hasn't forgotten his real reason to be here, however. Spotting a crew member, he makes his way over, giving them a quick assessment and a small smile in distinct contrast to his colder face. If they want a quick exit, Loki's here to teleport them- or perhaps even if they don't, if Loki decides they're probably better off back on the Moira.]

Well, this is all very messy. Time to make a quick escape?

Becoming

[The transformation isn't an easy one for Loki. The blue light floods through the ship, leaving Loki looking up- at least until the first feathers of glass erupt from his back, ripping the skin and his shirt to shreds. It hurts, enough for Loki to scream, arching up. Scrabbling at his armour, he pulls it off, curling up as the wings keep spreading. They don't get very big, more decorative than anything else, but they are sharp... and indestructible.

With that pain, he doesn't even realise his headpiece has melted into his forehead, leaving only the horns curling up from apparently under the skin.]

Later

[Loki hasn't even tried returning to his barracks room, to see if it does or doesn't exist. He should probably find the few people he's come to care about, but like this he doesn't want to see them or be seen. Not when he can't explain exactly why the wings still fused to his back are so terrifying, why he's tried so hard to shatter them against walls so many times, a memory of the magpie shape he wore once and discarded for this new body. Instead he steals a shower on a different deck, gasping as the water hits his back but staying under the water until it stops running quite so red. Eventually, dressed and still damp, he makes his way to the main hall, a room that does still exist, although his mental floorplan of the ship apparently needs amending.

He can be found sat there, lulled by the calming effect the room has, sat on the floor near the wall. His new limbs make it impossible to sit back, so he leans forward, arms on his knees, forehead to his arms, not even looking up at any intrusions. People will go away, in time, he knows that much.]

Aboard the Caducean Ship - I hope this is okay!!

[prorenataa]

[ Truthfully Adrien had genuinely been hoping for the negotiations to succeed. Strange as it may seem, given his history, he was actually ready to be done with fighting, killing and the devastation that came along with it.

However, that didn't mean that when shit went sideways (why did it always go sideways) that he wasn't prepared to execute mission parameters. Which meant that at the moment Loki walked up the doctor was in the midst of dispatching a Caducian as a result of some vigorous hand to hand combat.

He waited to drop the body before responding to Loki's question. ]

I want to make one last attempt to see if we can get to the engines and disable them.

[ What do you mean impenetrable lockdown mode???

In all honesty, though he'd insist on being one of the last to leave, the doctor was squishy, medical personnel, stubborn and a perfect candidate for being better off back on the Moira. Whether he wanted to believe that or not. ]

Liquid Snake | ota | potential violence and gore, body horror, the good stuff

[saveyourserpent]

[A. ON THE WORST OF DAYS I'M A BURNED OUT CANDLE]

So Liquid hasn't been in the best condition lately. Getting that FOXDIE out of his system has left him sick. And it didn't exactly help that he wasn't getting all the bed rest he was supposed to after he started feeling a little better.

Of course negotiations failed. Of course everything went to shit. They should have been combining all the 'plans' in the first place. Sometimes he knows what he's doing, even if he's hunched over the toilet for hours on end!

Well, there's a fight on their hands, and really, this is Liquid's element. Or it would be, if he was in any better condition. Like hell that's going to stop him now, though. He's collected quite a few weapons over the months, and he's got a good portion of them on his person.

He's got his puppy squared away somewhere safe, he's well-armed, and there's someone approaching. Kill or be killed, hm? Well, he's entirely finished with dying, that's for sure.

[B. SO IT'S ALL COME BACK ROUND TO BREAKING APART AGAIN]

Everything's falling apart.

That's normal, isn't it? It's too much to ask that something goes right for once. He's all too familiar with this sort of thing happening. That's what happened when he'd died. Everything fell apart. All of their plans meant nothing in the end.

Well, at least this time FOXDIE's a non-factor. If Liquid's going down, he's going down swinging.

He just has to make sure he keeps his balance.

[C. LIKE DRINKING POISON, LIKE EATING GLASS]

This... is not what Liquid expected. It can't be what anybody expected, probably not even the people from the other ship.

Maybe that's what they get for trying to utilize this broken technology, for pretending like they know what's going on when it's clear they don't.

He's got a piece of cloth tied over his face, and he's wandering around trying to take stock of what happened. And, how lovely, he's got a massive headache and his stomach's still a bit queasy. Still, he presses on.

"You alright?"

[D. THE GLASS DANSE WORLD FLICKERS ON]

There's something wrong with Liquid's right arm. He can't move it, at first. It locks up out of seemingly nowhere, and he frowns at it as he tries to clench his hand into a fist. It doesn't work.

It feels almost numb and yet painful at the same time, and the sensation seems to be traveling up his arm.

He holds his hand up to the light. He can see through it. He wiggles his fingers. They're stiff.

He's got a stomachache too, and he's hoping it's just still part of the FOXDIE cure.

"Saying 'this isn't good' would be too much of an understatement."

[E. WILDCARD]

[As usual, plot with me here or at agentkaz.]

[D]

[chipouttaluck]

"Your arm don't normally do that, right?" What does she know, she hasn't been here long. Maybe he's got a floaty invisible arm this whole time, and the ship was the only thing keeping it solid. Makes as much sense as anything.

"Just checking," she adds, in case he gets mad about the whole thing. Bit of a shrug to it. Her forehead's gone clear, tightened up, see right through it to the other side, something she hasn't quite noticed yet. Figures it's just a burn from something or other.

"This is some bullshit, right here." What part? All of it, seems like.

Craig Boone | On the Moira | OTA

[thumbsdown]

Offence and defence:

[Boone has found himself a good place to set up camp with his rifle, and as he sees the Caducans boarding the Moira he starts to pick them off from a distance. He knows better than to get into the thick of it, and he doesn't like the idea of pushing people through the Ingress either. A clean shot to the head is the easiest way to make sure the Caducans won't bother them again. He doesn't feel bad about it, either. They tried to make things right again without bloodshed, but they attacked anyway. Maybe they're justified in wanting their revenge, but that doesn't matter to him.

He spots someone coming his way through his scope, and then he notices a couple of Caducans hot on their heels. He waits for the right moment to help take out the intruders, and then he speaks up to get his fellow crew mate's attention.]

Hey. You okay?

We Break Fast, We Are Glass:

[The current situation was already confusing enough. Everything had gone to hell, people are dead, and now things are made of glass and entire rooms are warped and different. When Boone feels his fingers aching, as if he'd pressed them against something very cold and kept them there, his first reaction is to flex them and glance down at them to see if he'd gotten hurt without realising. He sure as hell isn't expecting to find them becoming transparent, gently reflecting the light around him. Surprisingly, he can move them just fine; but the pain goes bone deep, and is spreading slowly up his hands. He doesn't know if they're fragile or not, but the thought of losing his hands is a terrifying one. What if something else goes wrong? What if he needs to use his rifle again?]

Shit.

[Thanks to the ship's transformation, he doesn't know exactly where he is. He starts off in one direction, hoping to find the medbay, holding his hands against his chest in an attempt to keep them from knocking into anything. Maybe, if he's lucky, he'll run into someone who can help him. At the very least, he wants to know what the hell is going on here.]

Wildcard:

(Anything else!)

Wildcard - To the Rescue

[averagehero]

[Saitama had made his way back to the Moira after failed negotiations. Much as he wanted to help save everybody everywhere, he's one hero and he can't be around every corner. He can go down hallways and knock out invader after invader. He'll be running down an eerily empty hall and see Boone, who gets a very casual, chipper wave at a distance. Saitama approaches, only to hear a familiar whirl of something very fast traveling through the air behind him.

He'll turn, put his hand out, and feel himself catch something in his palm. He pushes back against it, a propelled rocket, and send it careening backward to explode away from them. The blast is large, blowing a hole in the metal of the walls. Heat and shrapnel spray out everywhere.

Luckily, Saitama is positioned neatly with his back to Boone, shielding him from a blast that would easy explode another person to bits. This is Saitama, though.... he coughs, spitting fussily, like a bug flew into his mouth]

Ptooie, ptooie! Bleck! Bleh... ack! [his uniform is on fire! He'll pat it out, covered in sooty blackness. He turns to Boone.]

Yo, dude, you alright?

Surely McGuire (The Courier) - OTA

[chipouttaluck]

D-FENCE

Shoulda just started shooting in the first place. [At least she saw it coming. Not that it helps much -- she knows one of her friends got sent up to the other ship on account of the whole talking thing, don't know where they've gone off to. Kinda busy at the moment. She's got a rifle and that's something she believes in. Takes up position in the Cargo Bay, for however much good it'll do. Little bit of revenge goes a long way when you're counting it one shell at a time.]

Step 3: Profit

The fuck was that. [Eloquent as always. When time's working again -- don't know how long that takes -- everything's all jumbled up together. Some bits look new, shiny, you know, kind of alien-y. Figures those might be Caducan ship bits, or else Moiran bits she's never seen, and she's feeling busted up about the whole thing, so she figures it's time to turn a profit. Namely, by stealing anything that isn't tied down or looks like it'd break if she touched it.] Oh, well. Mine now.

Heart of Glass

[There's glass everywhere, is the thing. Jagged stuff, sorta like the bits you still see in windows sometimes. Sharp at the edges, so she's trying her best not to touch it. Hasn't noticed yet that part of it's gotten on her, across the forehead to the left, clear enough to see through the other side. Feels like shrapnel in her back, along the spine. But hell, she's still breathing, can't be that bad.]

What happens if I-- [Touch it. What parts? Any and all of it. She's hesitating for now, not sure what breaking'd do. Assuming it's bad, but somebody's gotta clean up this mess eventually. Maybe breaking it's how you start. Or maybe all the good sense in the world won't hold up for long in the face of a blinking red button in the form of a ship gone mix and match.]

d-fence

[bloodbinds]

[ The warning sirens go off that other crafts are attempting to enter into the Moira. Ava doesn't wait, getting into position to start fighting, a katana strapped to her back and a pistol in hand. She isn't surprised to see others begin to gather, either preparing their defenses or getting ready to fight. Ava looks for places to hide temporarily so she can take the Caducans by surprise and stumbles across Surely, surprised to see the rifle in her hands. ]

Do you have enough ammunition to keep them back?

some iron guy | open action + open network

[arcreact]

a. invasion: the cargo bay

[ Tony isn't surprised that negotiations break down. The cynical part of him had known it for days, and he'd been shoving intel at offense and defense for just that reason. It's also why he'd suited up not long after the negotiations team departed for the Caducan ship and headed for the cargo bay, knowing that's where they'd planned to launch their hostile invasion.

It's also, conveniently, where the Moira has a cage full of one very volatile potential rage monster that most of the invaders probably have a vendetta against. COOL, NO THANKS.

So it is that anyone who stops by the cargo bay during the invasion will probably find themselves in a teamup with one (1) crazy asshole in a red and gold suit of power armor, who's doing his damnest to disable the Caducans in various non-lethal ways. This involves anything from repulsor blasts, to targeted missiles to the knees and shoulders, to, at one point, flying a particularly annoying guy up into the rafters and hanging him from his belt loops after confiscating his gun. #problemsolving

And if you're particularly lucky, you'll find a Caducan sailing toward you, Tony having given the guy a solid concussive blast to the chest when he'd erred too close to the cage. ]

Think fast!

[ THAT'S HOW TEAMWORK WORKS, RIGHT? ]

b. glassy aftermath: network, text;

[ Sometime after the invasion, as the dust (glass dust?) is clearing, Tony drops a short, terse message on the network lacking any of his usual frills. He's no doctor, but he can at least make himself useful. ]

if you've got inorganic parts that were damaged
or, uh, glassed
let me know, or meet me in engineering
i'll look at it

also, if you've got engineering chops, i think we might need you

c. glassy aftermath nerd sadness: various locations

[ For probably a solid week after the invasion, Tony can be found either in engineering or in various other parts of the ship, assessing the extent of the damage from the battle and the damage from the ship suddenly being glassed. He's indiscriminate about the things he takes apart, because his job might be on the engines specifically, but every part of this poor beast needs the TLC right now.

Maybe you responded to his call on the network, or maybe you've simply run into him when he's taking something apart and (very carefully) examining metal-components-turned-crystalline-glass. More than once he's probably half blocking a hallway as he opens a panel and allows his tools to spill out everywhere. Either way, he's not a happy camper, if all the distressed muttering and swearing is anything to go by.

Also, he has not slept or done much of anything else in days. Someone stop him. ]

d. wildcard

[ C'MON AND HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT ]

b. PRIVATE TEXT - I know I'm early but can't resist

[prorenataa]

Do I want to know?

Scratch that ... I want to know.

Daisy Johnson | Open and Closed RP within

[morethan084]

OTA: Securing the rest of the area

[While others are disabling the gunnery, Daisy is off helping secure the rest of the area. Making sure no one comes up to sneak attack them. This whole thing is sitting wrong with Daisy, she can feel it. Something really bad is going to happen. And it does.

As soon as she realizes that the Caducans are entering through the cargo bay, Daisy is off. Bruce Banner was down there.]

Closed to Matt

[With other areas secure, Daisy still isn't convinced there isn't an area that they haven't overlooked. It's one she thought about that could be used as a way in, which is why she goes over. As she approaches she can hear grunts and punches making contact. Well, guess she was right.]

Hey!

[Daisy shouts when she spots them going for a weapon. Raising her hand up, Daisy used her power in an attempt to shatter it and knock it out of their hand.]

Ingress throwing with Miles

Okay. As far as ideas go, this one is pretty nuts.

[For the moment, they've found a place to hide. It won't last long though, but she needs a few seconds to breathe.]

But, what can go wrong, right?

[Yeah. She's not convinced this won't all go to shit.]

Wild card

[Have an idea? Hit me with it. Or plurk me and we'll figure out something.]

securing the ship

[cookshisgoose]

[Peggy had been in the cargo bay from the beginning. She hadn't realized that's where Dr. Banner would be ahead of time, but she had been concerned that might be the point of entry, should the negotiations fail.

And they did. Of course they did.

She had her gun loaded and ready, but she didn't want to go that far unless she had to. So when Daisy arrives at the scene, Peggy is mid-fistfight with a guy twice her size. She's having to be extra unpredictable, but all things considered, she's holding her own. But she won't object to a little help, either.]

Wanda Maximoff | OTA

[seeingscarlet]

I. IT'S A TRAP! | CADUCAN SHIP
[Wanda knows negotiations are hopeless going in and shoots her friends on the team a dire look when they get closer to the Caducans. She says little in the meeting, expression almost distant although those who know her know exactly what she's up to.

She throws a shield down on her side of the table before the Caducans even properly draw their weapons.]

Run!

[Maintaining the shield is taking too much concentration for mind control on the level needed to just make them stop, but more than a few of their enemies find themselves slammed to the ground as Wanda covers the Moirans' retreat. Once out of the room, she ducks behind a column and gives the nearest person a Look: this is bad, I told you so, we have to go.]

We need to keep moving.

II. FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY | MOIRA
[It's mass chaos by the time Wanda returns to the Moira. She's feeling much less charitable by now, throwing the Caducans with more force than is strictly necessary. So many of them have already died and they would have stopped by now. It's hard to continue to sympathize when these are lines the twins never crossed.

And once again, just like on Emiri, Wanda has far fewer reservations about letting the darker side of her powers out. Rounding the corner, there's a small group of four Caducans just standing staring glassy-eyed into nothing.

Wanda could kill them all with a simple thought and twitch of her fingers but instead she just walks by them like they're beneath her notice.]

It won't last. Don't stay here.

III. AFTERMATH
[After the pulse, all that Wanda's mind can register is pain, though whether it's her own or everyone else's, she can't yet tell. She lies crumpled on the floor gasping and coughing, her hair hiding her hands from view for now.

This is a good thing, because she's going to be in for a shock once breathing isn't such a struggle.]

IV. LATER/WILDCARD
[Later, Wanda will be making a point to check in on her friends and can be found in what's left of her office if anyone is inclined to seek out the counselors.

Want something else? Hit me up at dontyousonicme]

III

[pleasereset]

[It's hard to find anyone in all this chaos, especially when a single gunshot can shatter your body to dust. He's used up way too much magic, enough that he can feel it draining on him.

He's used his magic to commit a taboo, and the crime is written on his arm and shirt. Red splatters on his hand, up his arm, and across his shirt. But when he sees Wanda, he momentarily forgets his own appearance.]

Are you okay?!

CLU 2 || OTA [violence, trauma, graphic details; other warnings on individual threads]

[a_perfect_end]

...FAILED STEP ONE.

STEP TWO: DEFENSE! action tags please

The smoke only clears, and then only briefly, because he just physically punched a hole in it.

The sizzling golden razor edge of a lit disc swipes past your ear...
But it's not for you, rebounding back to his palm with a live-wire pop like cable static from a concert speaker.

"Down!" That black-clad arm swings back with tree-branch force, pushing himself in front of you.

You are back-to-back with a cheesed off dictator who just put his foot through a mirror monster, and there are always more of them. Is this awesome y/n.

STEP THREE: RECITIFY BURY YOUR DEAD

He doesn't need air or water or sleep, but. Even telling himself that it's all just meat, that the ship probably has reprocessing procedures in place, they're--they're crew and unlike Programs, there's no neat, flickering dissolve as their pieces return to the system.
It seems incorrect to just leave them lying there. Someone should fix that. So he does.

[Help him with impromptu undertaker duty! Or find survivors! Or get found, as a survivor. Who happens to be covered in the leftovers of their friends and neighbors! Any way you serve it, it's good clean fun.]

GLASS HAMMER

Aww, did all the organics aboard suddenly discover that they're fragile and can literally shatter under too much strain? Welcome to his daily world. That's just how Programs derezz.

He is, however, all too glad to assist you in this...delicate time.
Just don't expect him not to make fun.

Glass hammer

[pleasereset]

Asriel's chest has been hurting for a while now, unaware of the glass spreading and just how fragile he was right now. Clu will find him on the observation deck, leaned over with a miserable expression on his face.

But what stands out most is a round shape on his back - a brightly glowing identity disk.

a shark / ota

[knaval]

a. i don't know what i expected

[when the message was broadcasted that negotiations had failed and the moira was being invaded, riptide... wasn't surprised. he'd wanted to be optimistic and believe this wouldn't happen but after spending so long fighting at home, part of him never believed that it would end any other way. that this could only be resolved with one or both ships going down in flames. that's how it usually goes. they wouldn't even let the innocents leave. it angers him, to a point, even if he understands why they're attacking.

the only preparation riptide allows himself is squeezing his optics shut and shaking his head. it always ends like this it always--

he moves off with everyone else. if anyone needs a giant shield or a lift, riptide won't hesitate to help. if they need a save or invaders stomped on he also, regrettably, won't hesitate to do so.]

b. doctor doctor, give me the news (closed to pharma)

[one shielding too many, maybe, or just generally being worn down means riptide makes mistakes. he takes an explosive round to the back of the knee and while it's not fatal or extremely debilitating, he doesn't do what he should. he doesn't feel it's something that needs to be fixed when people are being shot and dying, so he leaves it.

then, almost predictably because of his shitty luck, he takes another one. right into the same goddamn place. he falls, swearing and slamming his hand down on the caduan that fired it. trying to get up, riptide yelps as his knee sparks and gives way, crackling and spilling a small amount of energon.

great. fighting fucking humans and riptide is the one who gets his leg buggered.

he snorts in annoyance, then calls out:] Hey! Medic! I need a hand! Or, uh. A knee, I guess!

c. it's a hard knock life

[riptide's helm decorations turned to glass. he can't say he's surprised, though he was a little upset to see poking at one of them cracked it a little. he doesn't think too hard about the weird dreams of his armour shattering and crackling.

he edges carefully around the ship. moreso than before. he doesn't have a plan and he doesn't want to step on a body - friendly or not - but all he can really think to do is busy himself trying to help repair the damage.

it's unbelievable, really, how much of a mess this ended up. the caduans didn't deserve to have their planet destroyed and the people of the moira didn't deserve to be on the end of their rage. this was just another shitstorm in the existence of a maelstrom of turds.

riptide sighs, stops, and crouches down to move a piece of debris - maybe something that had been used as cover out the way.

he winces when a caudan body falls backwards onto the floor, support having been removed.]

You idiots... this could've been avoided.

[vengeance_driven]

☄ c. it's a hard knock life
[Niko's in complete agreement. He's not even had a chance to clean up. Hell, he doesn't even know if the showers are still working. He's just helping get stuff out of the way.]

[And honestly he's humiliated. He tried. As he once told Bulgarin, "I didn't fuck up, I did my best." Though the circumstances relating to that were infinitely more terrible, it's just another case of Niko Bellic, trained at failing even the best intentions.]

[He hears that body fall before he sees it. Can pick out the familiar thud even over the crackle of debris, and when he looks over that suspicion of what the sound belonged to is dismally confirmed. He strides over, grabs the body by its uniform, scowling.] No fucking code of honor is worth attacking kids over.

Niko Bellic

[vengeance_driven]

☄ Negotiate & Infiltrate | CADACUN SHIP | Closed to Sans and Shepard
CW: Gore and dismemberment

[Niko is waiting his turn for negotiations. The funny thing is, he's actually trying. He's even worn a uniform that fits, the nicest one he could find. He doesn't have any dress clothes of his own- this is all he's got.]

[He actually wrote up those stories into something presentable. Rather than use voices, he put them into text that he could read aloud. And when he speaks, he doesn't speak English, he speaks Serbian. He lets the translator make him sound more presentable (even if he still sounds a little bumpkin).]

[He's trying, but it's in the middle of trying to explain how some of the people here are valuable to their worlds, how without them, the future will have a hole in it. That's when he notices one of the people listening move for his hip.]

[What happens next is a blur. He remembers movement, a weapon being aimed at him...]

[Niko Bellic has spent twenty-two years of his thirty one bathed in violence (longer if you consider his father's actions). And the next thing he is truly cognizant of he has a man on the ground, his tainted hunting knife half through his throat already, cutting off the bastard's head.]

☄ Shattered & Swept Aside | Cargo Bay | OTA
CW: Probably discussion of war crimes, dead bodies, blood

[The Cargo Bay is a mess. And now it's mutated in with this... mess... of the Cadacun ship. He's tired at this point. Not even removed that blood soaked uniform. With the bandanna over his face to keep from breathing anything in, he hauls himself up into a piece of moving equipment and starts shifting materials from the more hazardous part to the other. What's not touched by glass.]

[He's like a zombie as he goes about it, leaving everyone else to tend to their injuries in the medical bay. Not like he knows shit about how to fix anything on people.]

[Then its a matter of listing what's now broken dispassionately. One box of food. Another of clothing. A machine of some sort, meant to be stripped for parts. One after another, as he sits on a wooden crate pilfered from some place or another.]

[What was it Darko said? You say I ruined you? You were always a killer! Something like that. Why did he think for a moment that he could be anything else?]

☄ OPTIONAL
OOC: Hit me with whatever for this no!dialog post.

cargo bay

[keelahselai]

[Ostensibly, she's here to check the fabricator's still working, repair it if she has to and then start replacing engine parts that are now made of glass or otherwise just broken.

Mostly, she thinks Niko has to be here, and she's keeping an eye out for him, even if she's not sure what she'll say - or what he will - if she finds him. She doesn't know exactly what happened on the Caducan ship, only that it went badly wrong; and if there's blood on her hands, it must be on Niko's as well.

She finds the fabricator before him - and the best she can say for it is that no part of it is made of glass. That's not even something she can say for herself right now, and she may be covered up and wearing gloves right now, but it's one more thing she's not sure how to break to Niko.

'Break'. Not a great choice of word.

She's using her left hand to start detaching the casing, slow and torturous, when she catches sight of him, finally at the right angle to see him sitting on the crate - Niko, and he's covered in blood. She might have called over to him, asked for some help with the fabricator casing, but seeing that, she drops the screwdriver and rushes over to him instead. She's not clean herself - blood spatters, dirt, glass shards making her uniform and mask glitter strangely - but he looks half like he's bathed in it, and it can't all be other people's. Can't be.

Maybe.

She doesn't have any words when she reaches him - nothing that'll help make this any better, because there's no way it can be. For a scant moment, she just looks, and she can feel her heart breaking at the sight of him - not just for the blood. Then, if he'll let her, she steps forward and silently hugs him to her, his cheek to her chest - as her left hand holds him, her right hangs out of the way.]

Charlotte/"Charlie" | OTA | warning: blood, death

[springlocking]

[1 - before the battle]

[Charlie hasn't slept much in the days leading up to this mess. She's tried, but it hasn't stuck all that well. Still, she's trying to help even now. She hasn't got any ideas, but if you're setting up traps and the like, you're going to find a scarred girl asking:]

Anything I can help with?

[She can also be found wandering around, familiarizing herself with the surroundings...and at some point she picked up a crowbar. God only knows what she plans on doing with it.]

[b - defense (through a mirror brightly)]

[This is what she took the crowbar for.

It's too easy to be back there, back in what used to be her father's pizzeria, fearful and angry, surrounded by vengeful ghosts and old wounds. The part of her that was 'normal' gives way, and the Charlie of that night is back.

It's hilarious, in a way. Charlie was so worried about how to be a stealth operative in her post some time ago, so afraid she'd get it wrong. When it comes down to it, though, she's sneaking up on and knocking out lone Caducans like a pro. Like this was her real talent, the gift she was actually born with.

It makes her draw too many parallels with the monster from that night, and she pushes it from her mind. She's not gonna romanticize her actions: this is life or death, and she can't afford to mess it up. She's also not going to take a life as long as she can avoid it.

At any rate, she just sapped that Caducan who was gunning for you, and now she's hog-tying them and aiming for the Ingress room. Feel free to help or flip out at her.]


[c - demise (fallen down)] [locked to Firestarter Charlie]

[Ah, but luck runs out eventually, doesn't it?

Charlie spotted someone about to get shot. There's no time, she's not thinking clearly - she rushes the other girl, screaming] GET DOWN!

[but she's not quick enough to save herself

the other girl's safe, but the scarred one's bleeding out now.]

[d - demise (MEGALOVANIA)] [locked to Sans]

[She's not gonna make it.

She's bleeding all over the uniform, all over that new jacket, but that doesn't really matter at the moment, does it? Her priorities are all skewed, and she can't think. She's just going to end up as another corpse strewn against the wall at this rate.

She doesn't want it to end like this. She knows that much. She wants so, so badly to protect this ship, even if she doesn't know it well yet, but her eyes are already closing and the yellow tint behind them is so comforting...

...are those footsteps? She manages to choke out a weak:] Who...who's there? [before coughing up more blood.]

Re: Charlotte/"Charlie" | OTA | warning: blood, death

[that_cost]

[ Charlie runs towards the other girl the second she sees her get shot. She'd been trying to scare off the attackers, and then just trying to outright kill them when she saw her friends get hurt. Negotiations had fallen through and this was all out survival.

She slides to a stop near the other girl, crouching ear her with a look of panic on her face. Maybe she can stop the bleeding? She removes her shirt, trying to press it onto the other girls injury, jumping when things thump loudly near her. ]

Sorry...oh, god. You're bleeding. What...what do I do?

[ She knows there's nothing she can do, but if the other girl thought there was something. Anything. ...just tell her. ]

Tell me I can help you. Tell me how.

Sans | OTA! | cw for violence/body horror (will match prose/action!)

[skelepun]

pre-invasion; OTA

Negotiations had, in a word, sucked.

If you were hurting for a few more words, Sans was happy to provide, but they weren't entirely PG and there were children around. A lot of children. A fact that made Sans' foot falls even heavier as he maneuvered through the ship. With most of the negotiations crew still trapped on the other side, Sans took as many people as was safe back with him -- and now he had a new job. Warning people to get ready.

So many jobs in one day. He's going to need to take a vacation after all this.

He's about to turn a corner when he spots someone in his periphery. Whatever it is they're doing, it's enough to get him to slow.

"Hey. You heard yet?"

monster funerals, technically speaking, are cool as heck; OTA

Toriel was dead. Frisk was dead. Mettaton was probably dead too, he couldn't find his body anywhere. Asriel, Alphys...? Maybe they were smart, crawled into a vent somewhere, like the rest of them should've done from the start.

Chara was nowhere to be found.

And Papyrus...

"You wouldn't have even gone, wouldja?" He mutters, lifting a handful of dust and letting it slip through the gaps in his hand. What remained clinging to the bone he held onto, grinding into his hands almost obsessively. The grit didn't feel good, but it felt important. And, more so, it felt familiar.

Sans' back faced the door, knelt down over a pile of dust. There were a few other piles, though in much smaller amounts. Sans couldn't carry much of Toriel with him. And next to them, a small child's feet poked out from where Sans' jacket covered up most of their body. Wasn't quite big enough to cover them entirely -- kid was getting taller.

"Shit."

bone shakalaka; OTA

The Caducans were refugees. Subjects of a war they didn't ask for that claimed their home and killed millions. Sans felt sympathy for them. He saw his own people's plight in theirs.

The massive bloodshed? That's about where the similarities stopped. Amazing how quickly sympathy can erode when all efforts towards peace and reason are struck down out of hand in favor of mass slaughter.

It's enough to make a guy feel a little peeved, y'know?

Whoever is in the room he teleports into first -- whether they're holding their own admirably or pinned down, about to meet their grisly, glassy end -- will suddenly find all the Caducans covered in a blue haze. Then, just as abruptly, they all seem to fly upwards with crushing strength. Several die from impact alone, those that don't bounce back down towards the floor with equal speed, only to be skewered on bone spires waiting there to meet them.

It's a bit of a grisly scene. From across the room, Sans is standing with his hands in his pockets, smiling as always.

"'Sup."

stealing souls? way to live up to the stereotype, dude; OTA

When Frisk's soul floated before him, red and tempting, Sans managed to ignore it. If there was one thing Frisk stood by -- the thing they died for -- it was peace. Pacifism. Using their soul to enact revenge on their killers, it went against everything they believed in. He couldn't.

Fortunately, the next soul he comes across didn't have quite so many strings attached.

It hurts. That's the first thing Sans notices when the soul attaches itself to his bones, surging him full of the determination and justice Charlie's soul held close to itself. His bones elongated and twisted into a cruel, gnarled visage. His perpetual grin stretched and spread until it grew unrecognizable. To look at him, he wasn't Sans anymore -- he was a beast.

The last remaining bridge to himself was his uniform, hung in tatters over the elongated, animalistic skeletal body he now possessed.

It hurts. But, honestly, Sans couldn't really give a shit.

With a twitch, Sans -- or whatever Sans had become -- jerks down the hall. Without so much as stopping to assess the threat, his maw opens wide, raw magic gathering in the back of his throat with intention to fire.

Bone Shakalaka

[braceforimpact]

There's only one other person in this part of the cargo hold.

One person, and of course it's someone Sans doesn't even like.

Kaworu was in no danger from the Caducans. Their weapons were no more able to penetrate the wall of his soul than any other weapon humanity had designed. They had cornered him precisely because he was, at the time, in a corner. More or less, anyway. "Standing in one quarter-quadrant of a room" is sort of corner-like.

When Sans arrives... it's over so quickly that Kaworu doesn't have time to flinch or smile. Or maybe he just isn't flinching or smiling, because even after it's over and the broken bodies of a dozen or more glasslike humans lie on the floor, Kaworu isn't looking at them. Or smiling back.

He isn't frowning, either. His face is completely flat, detached in a way that is definitely only human because his face must take that form.

He doesn't return the greeting; he and Sans have established where they stand. Or rather--Sans has established where he stands.

"--so that's the power of a monster's soul."

But is it coincidence? Or design? If Sans came here to show him this on purpose...

Genos | OTA

[armsmode]

[ESCAPING THE CADUCAN]

[Genos had been a member of the assault team that volunteered to escort the Negotiations team. He intended to follow, then slip away quietly to begin destroying stuff - but things quickly went absolutely FUBAR. His first instinct is to attack, but he only destroys some of the machinery before quickly seeking out Negotiations team members. Unlike his normal, simpler arms, he's got a pair of intimidating, dark arms that are braced along his spine and his face.]

You! Quick, follow me!

[He'll grab any Negotiation member's arm and drag them towards one of the escape routes, rounding up as many as he can on the way out. All he can hope is that Saitama joins him as well, or stays safe.]

[GLASS CHAOS]

[Genos' initial trouble was his weight, and the loss of his joints by some of the internal components turning into glass and immediately shattering. He got stranded on the floor for a while, his weight cracking some of the glass beneath him as well.

After he got that whole mess sorted out, he's wearing his usual arms and is stepping very carefully, tending to favor the metal parts of the floor to the glass.

He's actively seeking out people who may need prosthetics.]

Glass Chaos

[averagehero]

[Saitama didn't get a distress signal from Genos, possibly because the glass had screwed up his MID for the time. He did go looking for the cyborg, eventually finding him in the process of recovery in the engineering bay. Maybe Saitama isn't supposed to be there, but with the ship in shambles after the Glass Attack, there's very little chance he will get yelled at.]

Genos! Damn, finally, found you. You alright?

Deacon: OTA

[ersatzeverything]

☄ Step 1: Negotiate & Infiltrate

[The night before their time is up, the night before their negotiating party is set to board the Caducan ship and try to find a peaceful way out of this, Deacon comes to his quarters to find a strange mask on his bed. He's not sure if the ugly thing is a peculiar prank or an unpleasant but well-meaning present. He suspects the former and suspects that it's Prometheus' doing. This sort of random action with intent to unnerve seems right up his alley. Either way, it's going off his bed and into a drawer, there to be forgotten.

The next day, negotiations go about as well as trying to negotiate with muties to convince them not to eat you. When the shots start, he activates his Stealth Boy, turning invisible with only a faint shimmer in the air, like a heat haze, giving away his position. He draws his laser pistol and fires a few shots at the Caducans, aiming to wound but not kill if he can.

Then he sees a flash of a black coat out of the corner of his eye. "Courser!" his instincts scream. He turns and fires.

But it isn't a Courser he's firing at. There is no Courser there. Never was.]

Shit!

☄ Step 3: ???? & Step 4: Profit

[He never escaped the Caducan ship, took it upon himself to cover the escape of others. Now there's hardly anyone left. Most of the Moira crew evacuated, the Caducan crew gone to invade the Moira and passed through the Ingress or else reduced to cooling corpses on the floor of their ship.

Deacon sits on the ground, heedless of the blood, waiting for a transport from the Moira to come and take the last stragglers back.]

There's an awesome Old World word that comes to mind right now, really poetic and totally appropriate. SNAFU. Oo! Or maybe FUBAR. Which do you think?

[Deacon sounds cheerful, almost desperately cheerful. But his posture is tense, curled up tightly with knees tucked up, laser pistol still in one hand]

☄ We Break Fast, We Are Glass

[Back on the Moira, although he doesn't know how. One second they were on the Caducan ship, the next his face was in agony, like someone had taken a flame-thrower to it, and they were back on the Moira.

And his head is gone.

Not gone gone, but it's completely clear, made of solid glass. He's stood in the restrooms on Nomo deck for five minutes now just staring at himself in the mirror. He never looks at himself for this long. But it's not so bad when it's hard to make out features.

Then a whisper breaths in his ear, "Lookin' good, Red," but when he turns there's no one that close. He abandons the mirror to step in a slow circle, looking around the room. He focuses his attention on the other people in the restroom, none of them close enough to have been who spoke but maybe they heard it too. Or maybe he's just losing it.]

Hey. Hi. Yeah. I know striking up conversation in the john is against man-code, but did you hear something a second ago?

We Break Fast

[thumbsdown]

[Boone walks past Deacon a few moments before the whisper, only to stop at a nearby mirror and lower his shades to check out his own face. His hands look a lot like Deacon's head, transparent and shiny up to just past the wrists. He's moving them somewhat gingerly, as though afraid they'll snap if he does too much with them, but they haven't fallen off yet so there's that small comfort. Since it doesn't seem like there's any part of his face that looks different, he doesn't spend all that long checking his own reflection. He puts his shades back on and flexes his hands again. Then Deacon addresses him.

Well, it could be worse. He could look like this guy.]

No.

[His eyes linger on the door to the restroom.]

You mean out there?

Starscream (IDW) | ota

[iseedeadbees]

a. big fat i told you so

[Starscream had seen this mess coming from a mile away. Four million years worth of watching the same exact scenario play out over and over and over will totally do that. This is probably one of those rare occasions where he isn't actually too thrilled about being right about something, because really, this is about to turn into a giant pain in everyone's asses. Not that he's actually too concerned with anyone else, really. It's not his problem whether they get shot up or not. Besides, it's not his fault nobody had listened to him. Why should he care what happens to them?

On the other hand, though, he kind of lives here, and having the ship you're currently inhabiting swept out from under you is a pretty big inconvenience. As much as he'd rather just transform and fly off for a couple hours until this mess sorts itself out, he decides it would probably look better in the long run if he stays and helps. Strength in numbers and all that, right? He could probably find a way to twist all of this to his advantage down the line anyway.

So, as much as he really doesn't feel like getting shot at or blown up, he decides to stick around. It's annoying, but he's at least feeling pretty damn confident that these little aliens aren't exactly much of a challenge. He mostly hangs around the Cargo Bay and surrounding areas, picking off as many little Caducans as he can get his hands on and not even remotely feeling bad about it. Except that it's kind of gross ugh organics. Use him as a shield or idk push him into enemy fire for shits and giggles if you're huge. Sky's the limit.]

c. i guess this counts as a victory. a shitty, glassy victory.

[Starscream had maaaybe panicked just a little bit when his wings and parts of his plating had magically turned to glass out of fucking nowhere, but as long as nothing he needed to live was affected, he wasn't going to kick up too much of a fuss about it yet. Well actually he probably was if anyone had the misfortune of being nearby, but, for now he was just going to busy himself with clean up. It was less out of a desire to help and more as a means of distracting himself from how stupid and preventable all of this had been, but it still totally counts as being a team player. Or something. Not really. ]

d. Wildcard: [YOLO my Eggo]

a, kinda

[knaval]

[while starscream is rounding a corner, riptide is nearby.

pure coincidence. he's just been running around the ship randomly, trying to follow the noise. trying to drop in and help who he can. there's so many caducans and their numbers don't seem to be thinning, which is annoying.

that being said, he sees a flash of red. riptide wants to keep his promise from earlier, but doesn't want to just do it randomly. this chaos is perfect! so, like an asshole, riptide picks up speed and drop kicks starscream right in the damn stomach.]

Oh my gooood! I didn't... see you there. Sorry!

Soundwave | OTA

[decepticonpeacemaker]

A. Step One
[Soundwave might not have been on the negotiations team - thankfully - but he could still listen in on what was going on aboard the other ship. From the sound of it? Things were going poorly. About as poorly as he expected. He really wishes they had just disabled the other ship's life support systems while the bulk of them were still on it.]

[Not that he was concerned. Four million years of war had made situations like this feel more normal than the lazy times on the Moira ever had. Plus they were fighting organics. Organics were never as durable as Cybertronians in the long run. He made his way out into the hallway, to get into position, and to start jamming the Caducans' communication devices. They might be attacking first, but keeping them from being coordinated in their efforts was always a wise move.]


B. Step Two
[If he was the type of Cybertronian who cared more about the lives of the organics around him, he might have felt bad. The organics were... almost more easily damaged than he remembered. While the shots fired at him just bounced right off his plates of armor, they weren't so kind to human bodies. While it spelt disaster for the Moira's fleshy crew, it made taking out the Caducans simple enough. A stomp here, a kick there, and they were dead. He would save his energy cannon for emergency only - he shouldn't blow any unneeded holes in the ship.]

[The task of keeping his mind clear enough to listen for any wounded on their side wasn't beyond him in the middle of what was starting to look like a war zone. As soon as he heard it, he would tell Ratchet or Arcee, depending on who was closer. Ratchet had asked him to tell him about any wounded Caducans as well... but those he would only mention if they were on the way and had a high chance of living. He wasn't mentioning any that got under his feet.]

[Of course, if Soundwave heard someone near him... he would debate for a moment, internally swear at this whole 'trying to be a better Decepticon' thing, transform into a massive armored car and start plowing through Caducans to reach the source of the sound. Hopefully whoever needed the help wasn't too put off by all the gore covering his blue plates.]


C. Wildcard
((Chose your own sweet adventure with Soundwave. If you want to plot anything, feel free to hit me up at jirotaka. You can PP me without friending me, or just add me, I don't mind!))

B. STEP 2

[iseedeadbees]

[Starscream didn't need any help, at least he wasn't hurt badly enough to require a medic at this point, but he sure as shit was put off by all the guts and people chunks all over Soundwave. He'd done a good job of avoiding him up until now, but Starscream's luck always seems to run out at the stupidest possible moments.]

That is disgusting.

[Of course as he says this he's flicking organic bloodgoo off his hands after squishing a few Ca-douches or whatever. blugh ew]

Ahsoka Tano | open & closed

[divagated]

a: step 1 (ota)

[When the offense team agreed on infiltrating the Caducan's ship, Ashoka didn't hesitate to volunteer. She knew her skills as a Jedi would be invaluable, allowing her to aid in stealth in a way she doubted many others could.

Everything was going smoothly and according to plan, too-- until it wasn't. When the Caducan crew began to turn on the negotiators, it was no longer time for secrecy. She was out in the open as quickly as she could be, her lightsabers coming to life as she rushed right into the thick of things. If any Caducans got in her way, she attacked, but she did everything in her power to disable, not kill.]

Everyone, get back to the shuttles! We need to get out of here! [But she had no plans of going anywhere, not until the rest were safely off this enemy ship.]

b: we break fast, we are glass (ota)

[Now was definitely one of those times were Ashoka was grateful she was a Jedi. This glass curse was a tragedy for so many, her included. In place of her usual striped montrals and lekku, the horns upon the Togruta's head were clear glass.

And that was exactly why she was glad of her Force sensitivity. Without her montrals, she expected to feel completely blind to everything around her, but the Force allowed her to still sense movement. It was something so instinctive, so natural to her as a Togruta, that she didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't use the Force to do the same.

But that didn't mean it didn't feel wrong. She was hesitant to do many of her usual activities, for fear of them shattering, so she took to spending most of her free time in the garden. The tree may have been glass now, but it was still a peaceful spot. If not there, she could be found in the MedBay, hoping someone would finally have a solution to this glass crisis.]

c: closed to anakin

[Ashoka couldn't leave, not when others needed to get out first. Which is exactly how she ended up getting left behind. They ran out of room, ran out of escape pods-- and she wasn't about to let somebody stay in her place. She could still fight and defend herself, there was no way she would run and leave someone there defenseless.

Unfortunately, there were still plenty of Caducan crew members on the ship, so it took time before she could withdraw and find a place to hide. Only once she knew she was in a safe place did she dare to try and make contact with the one person she knew would come for her to matter what.]

So, remember how you said it was a bad idea for me to go to the Caducan ship? You were right. [He had told her, and yes, she knew it would be dangerous. But she couldn't stand by and do nothing.]

Oh, and I might have gotten left on their ship.

[ex_forcechoke292]

[He gets a sinking feeling when the message notification lights up. There so few people who are talking to him still, who want to, and fewer still are the reasons for being contacted in the middle of a ship boarding. (One he's been trying to pay little attention to and failing when the boarders are so overtly hostile. Try to rationalize all he'd like about not fighting someone else's war, it's a little difficult when the crew around them is now dying for someone else's mistake.

The dread is like a spark, one that gives off enough energy to simply focus, enough to break just past the barrier of that depressive ennui.]

This has better be importa--

[He's ducked into a doorway to check it, away from the din of the fighting. And upon doing that, his heart drops.

Kriff it, Ahsoka!

His reply is sent off with little thought given to tone, or authority, or how he's supposed to be involving himself as little as possible here when "peacekeeping" clearly hasn't done the job.]

You did WHAT?

[That spark of dread, just enough to give him a "bad feeling" ignites into full-blown fear with all the caution of a wildfire. This is the price of his inaction. The price of his apathy and fear and selfish inward focus. This war, this fight, might not be his, but if something happens to her...

It really will be his fault.

He's sprinting down to the hangar now, no time wasted on waiting for a reply.]

Sideswipe | on the Moira | everywhere ish

[redshitlord]

[ PRE-SHENANIGANS: FRETTING ]
[Of course Sideswipe doesn't go with the ambassadors. He's... probably the least helpful out of the whole group. But that doesn't mean he's not trying to pay attention to what's going on. And panicking slightly.]

[You can find him at the observation deck. Where he usually is. Pacing back and forth and looking up at the sky. Even if he can't actually see the other ship from where he is, he can try, right? Try that, and check his MID. Repeatedly.]

[He doesn't know what else he can do, at this point. Except fret.]



[ THE TERROR BEGINS ]
(A: IT BEGINS)
[Suddenly... there's a fight happening. There's a battle. People are boarding the ship. Trying to kill other people. What does he do? How is he supposed to handle this?]

[What do heroes do?]

[They help.]

[Okay, he can do this. Right? He's made of metal and most weapons humans have wouldn't hurt him. Or human-aliens or whatever these things are. He's got the best chance of helping this way, doesn't he? He flicks his mask down, and starts hustling through the ship.]

[He's going to swing past and scoop up noncombatants. As much as he can. There's got to be some part of this ship he can find to stow people in! Somewhere! Maybe if he picks you up, you can tell him.]

Hang on! I'll get you out of here!

(B: FIGHT BACK)
[Well, that's... not going to work forever. At some point, the people shooting are going to outnumber the people he's trying to help. And... since fighting humans just feels wrong, there's one option.]

[Sideswipe is picking up the Caducans he can, rushing them down to the Ingress. And chucking them in. Back and forth. As much as he can. Getting rid of them by the most humane means he possibly can.]

[Which... of course means he's getting himself shot up in the process. Sure, one or two people firing at an Autobot probably isn't going to do much. But if he's scooping them up and carrying them... repeatedly...]

[Do you help him?]

(C: COLLAPSE)
[It couldn't last forever. At some point, he's going to fall on his face. Beat and hurting, more damaged than he's ever been before in his life. So, of course, he's not doing too well.]

[There are holes in his torso, with one arm dangling a bit too limply, thanks to a well-placed shot. There's bright blue fluid all over red armor, despite the fact he's curled on the ground, flinching from approaching Caducan footsteps.]

[Please help the noodle, he tried his best.]


[ WHAT A GLASSHOLE ]
[When the explosion, the perversion, or whatever it is, happens, he's done. He's recovered enough to stand, to stagger through the ship as carefully as possible. Leaning on whatever metal walls he can find.]

[He's... trying to find his friends. Looking for anyone he can. They've got to be here somewhere. Right? His friends have to be okay. They're good bots, aren't they? Good guys. Heroes.]

[Heroes never die.]

[The beat-up red bot will probably be poking his way into rooms, slipping on glass, and generally searching for familiar faces in the aftermath until his energy gives out for the day. Doing... whatever he can to keep moving and not think about what just happened.]


[ wildcard ]
[Anything else? Hit him up.]

C. lol nerd

[iseedeadbees]

[If Sideswipe listens super carefully he'll hear Starscream groaning from somewhere really close by, so Sideswipe doesn't have to actually listen that closely at all.

Great though, not only is Starscream getting shot at by little assholes, but now he has to go help this dork or else he'll look like an asshole and Riptide might punch him. He doesn't feel like getting punched, so he strolls the hell over from wherever he was idk stepping on people and hops over Sideswipe. Don't watch kid it's about to get GROSS.]