( 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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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.

PRIVATE TEXT

[arcreact]

if you're asking me how many vital ship functions are now made of glass or have holes blown in them
the answer is simultaneously "i don't know" and "way too damn many"

Cargo Bay

[morethan084]

[It's a good thing Daisy has her powers, otherwise she would've been nailed by the Caducan sailing towards her.

Lifting her hands up in a defensive manner, Daisy used her power to slam them into the wall. And oops? They might've been knocked out because of it.

Terrible.

When they were down, Daisy looked over to Tony. Can just appreciate the fact this is the first time she's seen him in his suit in real life? Okay, snap out of it.]

Sometimes talking it out just doesn't work, does it?

[Another Caducan was behind him, which she quickly took out much in the same way she had the first time. When the ship wavered a little, Daisy realized she should probably ease up a little. Unless that wasn't her.]

[arcreact]

Damn, kid.

[ He's never seen her powers at work - only heard about them, through Loki of all people - and certainly has no experience with Inhumans in general. It's alarming, particularly the residual shaking of the ship, but then he's rolling with it the same way he has to roll with Thor existing every single day of his life. ]

Not pulling any punches.

[ He doesn't sound like he particularly blames her, and probably isn't in a position to do so, as he hits another Caducan with a repulsor blast that sends them skidding across the bay floor. ]

a.

[dislocked]

[ THAT'S NOT HOW THE FORCE TEAMWORK WORKS.

Ok maybe.

See here's the thing: just because Bucky Barnes is generally reluctant to participate in any sort of balls-to-the-wall violence doesn't mean that he won't do it, or that he'd roll over and let his ship be invaded (because somewhere deep inside is still that Brooklyn boy who went and got himself enlisted because fuck Hitler).

So he's here in the cargo hold with the one (1) crazy asshole in a red and gold suit of power armor, having temporarily forgone the use of tranquilizing invaders in favor of pegging one with a clothesline while he reloads his rifle. He's not too thrilled about the human chandelier up there, but whatever works, right? Tony's pretty handy with the fighting and blasting (and he wonders if he's somehow built on Stark Sr's research or if the spirit of innovation just runs in the family); he's very sure the floating car is a rough, rough prototype of the suit that Tony's got there. Not that Bucky can tell him without rousing a whole world of questions he doesn't feel up to answering just yet. Still, Tony's good, an agile, creative fighter who's got more than a few tricks up his sleeve, and Bucky's officially impressed.

He grunts at Tony's warning and steps aside when the man flies past him, hefting the rifle and clipping the next few invaders in the carotid arteries because he's just that good, binch. It takes a few seconds for the potent cocktail of drugs to kick in, and Bucky steps over the body, trying not to stare too hard at the giant green monster in the cage. Glancing up at a particularly impressive stream of bathroom invective, he comments. ]

The chandelier keeps yelling. [ A beat. ] What's the plan?

[ Because Bucky Barnes can be a team player when he puts his mind to it. ]

[arcreact]

The chandelier should've thought of that before he came at us with a semi-automatic plasma canon.

[ Let's be clear: there are only so many things Tony Stark is willing to endure, and that is not one of them.

Still, Tony's relieve to see Robocop has the chops to back up that distinctly militant-looking limb he carries around. He's alarmed for a moment when he first sees the rifle go up - cold-blooded murder seems a little extreme, even if the Caducans clearly aren't above it themselves - but then he notices the precision Bucky's shooting with.

Well, he'll be damned.

Letting Tony take the lead just earns him bonus points. ]

We need a blockade. See those crates? [ He points, indicating a stack of shipping crates not far from the entrance to the hold. ] I can bring those down. It won't stop them, but it'll buy us time. I need somebody to cover me; I won't be able to watch my own back.

[ Time to find out exactly how good of a shot Bucky is. ]

Cargo Bay

[averagehero]

[Saitama also had no faith in the negotiations team, but he went along regardless. When that fell through, he made sure to bail from the Caducian ship back to the Moira. The biggest problem he's running into is that he cannot be everywhere. He might be strong and invulnerable, but he's only one guy. He'll try to find the most dangerous situation to throw himself into, all the same. He wasn't sure what was in the Cargo Bay, but plenty of the invaders where rushing it, so Saitama followed.

When he spots the red and gold suit flying around, he mistakes it for Genos a split second. He'll come in for support, grabbing the man Tony knocked aside in a smooth motion, like catching a basketball. He tosses the invader back towards Tony, the man slamming hard into one of his invading companions, the two knocked out in a pile.]

Throw me another one! [HE'S OPEN]

[arcreact]

[ What the hell?

You know what, on second though... Tony's not gonna question things too closely. If Egghead's competent on the battlefield, that's even better for the rest of them. ]

Go long. [ It comes out dryly even through the speaker system, as he side-steps a Caducan charging him from behind, then gives the man a blast in the back to send him on his way. Kinda dickish? Yes. For sure. Fatal? No.

These fuckers deserve a few bruised ribs anyway. ]

B

[armsmode]

[Genos was completely ruined by the shift into glass. Most of his larger pieces were untouched, as were his brain and core and life support systems - but almost everything from electricity transferring cables to the supporting structures of his joints were turned to glass and crushed under the weight of his body. Which, of course, left him with an unpowered lower half and a barely-functioning upper body, though his left arm is completely broken off at the elbow. Luckily, his right hand was spared this fate, so he does manage a text.] I am currently immobile and located in what was formerly the mess hall. I will assist as much as possible if I can receive repairs on my own body.

[arcreact]

[ Immobile? Formerly the mess hall? Well, that's fucking ominous. ]

hang tight
i'm coming

[ Tony lets whatever else he'd been working on slide to the backburner, heading for where he last recalls there being a mess hall. This is the first he's seen of the damage here, and it brings him up short when he turns the corner. What the hell?

But, given that the new room is pretty much entirely featureless, Tony spots Genos immediately and makes a beeline. ]

Hey. Can you talk?

[ He only needs a glance to know the damage is more than just severe. ]

a

[cookshisgoose]

[This was exactly what Peggy was afraid of: everything going to hell. Because that was always what happened around here, wasn't it? She was ready for the inevitable, her gun ready with ammo she hoped she wouldn't need, but ready to use if necessary.

And when they Cacuden crew invaded like they inevitably would, Peggy was right in the thick of things, exactly where she wanted to be.

She may have known about the Iron Man suit, but knowing about it was nothing compared to actually seeing it in action. She tries not to watch it too much, but she can't help herself-- and that actually saves her. She happened to be looking his way when they enemy is launched at her. She's able to dodge appropriately, before knocking him out with a good bash to the head.]

A little more warning next time?

[arcreact]

[ Tony has a quip ready, as always, but it dies in his throat when he realizes who he'd just tossed a grown man at.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Of course she's down here in the thick of the fighting. Where else would she be? She's the same brand of crazy as the rest of them, maybe even moreso. ]

Distributing the info as I get it. On your right!

[ He's already lifting a hand to blast the approaching soldier away from her, but it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that she'll get there first. She's Peggy Carter. ]

b - text

[redshitlord]

[Someone offering to help with repairs? This. Might be important. This might be helpful, even.]

[Typing is hard with one hand, but he'll try.]

um u kno robot s ?

text

[arcreact]

expert, in fact
what's busted?

a! lmk if this is Not Okay

[knaval]

Huh?

[riptide is a little surprised, having been trying to build a mini blockade. out of reflex, he whaps the poor guy sailing towards him out the air with a hand.

hard.

the caducan hits some of the crates and drops behind them - the noise he makes on impact makes it clear the guy's probably not getting up again.

#TEAM....WORK...]

Ah... bugger.

WEEPS OPENLY

[arcreact]

[ This is where Tony Stark's attempts at team work go to die, forever. ]

We're not all made of metal, you know!

[ CAN YOU PLEASE JUST... NOT?? ]

c

[diamondhack]

[Isha hasn't slept much either, and she hates it. There is something to be said about going back to your roots, though. She'd gotten comfortable, and then she got right back to where she started: pulling all-nighters, barely hiding her irritation, baring her teeth in a snarl of a smile while laying on the backhanded compliments thick.

The last person who would ever sort of care about anyone would be Isha Devan herself, and yet...

Q prods along silently, toting a bag of tools and supplies on both sides.]

Well, I haven't seen this sort of mess in a while.

[As always, she wears her sunglasses, though the lenses aren't quite so ink black. They're a storm gray tinged red, with markers and callouts in dim orange. Isha walks up to him, cautiously kicking aside tools.]

Move.

[Because she's going to sit next to him, and Q's circling to find a place to hunker down.]

[arcreact]

[ Well, they've got a lot in common already. Irritation and haughtiness foremost among those similarities.

Tony pulls his head out of the half-glassed control panel, arching an eyebrow as Isha sends some of his tools skittering across the deck. (He knew exactly where everything was in that chaos, thank you very much.) It arches further as he watches the mechanical dog settle down amid the engineering wreckage. ]

Hey. I was here first. Find your own dangerously compromised vital ship component.

[ It's not like there aren't enough. ]

C.

[mttbrandlegs]

[...He didn't mean to spy. He really didn't. But Mettaton was very intrigued by Tony's work on his armor. It's definitely something worth watching, especially considering he's without a body right now and has a bit of jealousy brewing. Like seriously. You don't even need that suit to be corporeal!

So basically...there's a ghost peeking through a doorway at Tony, gripping at the wall like it grounds him. It really doesn't. He wishes he could touch things like normal.

When Tony creates a mess of tools for himself, the ghost lets out an exasperated sigh, deciding that he'd done enough spectating. Seriously, buddy. You're a mess.]

You look like you need a breather.


((OOC: To explain...Mettaton got resurged as a ghost a few days after the whole fight thing, and he has a bit of a higher pitched, somewhat feminine voice like this, just wanted to clarify!))

b.

[tearsinajar]

Might have a small problem. By small, I mean big.

[ Speech to text is an option that proves more than useful in this situation. ]

mage and iron guy team up

[otiosity]

[Well. That's the most impressive armor that she's ever seen! Plus, he's well, flying which she'll also throw out there as being pretty impressive. If she had flying armor, keeping Kirkwall safe sure seems like a much easier task.]

Fast thoughts are happening!

[She quickly casts a barrier that the poor incoming guy hits and rebounds off with a rather nasty "thump" noise. But he's okay. Or at least she tried not to use lethal force. It's a bad habit to break though and she quickly drops her barrier to leap over to him and seal his body to the floor with a nice thick layer of ice.

Then she exhales slowly, releasing icy particles into the air, and leans against her staff for a brief second. Maker,this is harder than it should be. She knows her mana is low but this really hammers in how deeply she's been gutted due to her distance from the fade. Even easier battles with flying armor guys take a lot out of her.]

One down. Maker knows how many to go. At least a thousand based on our luck.

fighting somewhere? it could be the cargo bay, it could be elsewhere, we just don't know

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate is getting too old for this shit. Okay, he's like 34, so not really but god damn does he relate to Sully all of a sudden. He's running through the chaos, trying not to get noticed but not in a hide-from-everything way; it's just better to not get shot in the head before you're in a position to shoot back.

He's hightailing it to the next piece of cover when he spots a Caducan about to shoot a Moira crewmember in the...well, nowhere good. He's only got a second to make this shot, so he raises his gun, aims, fires...and hits not exactly where he meant to. The Caducan gets hit in the shoulder—nothing lethal, but it knocks him off his feet and onto his side—directly onto his belt of incendiaries, in fact.

The resulting explosion only staggers Nate rather than knocking him down, but it also singes his eyebrows, and he quickly pats them down.]

Crap!

b; text

[heelys]

do you know how to fix cybertronians??

A

[accidentalqueen]

[ Think fast, he says, but Medusa hardly needs to think at all. It's second nature to divide her focus, and her hair responds to the barely-realized stimuli. Long hair like vines, twisting like snakes as they reach up for him and drag him down into the red sea, bound and helpless. She doesn't even turn to look at the one he's thrown her way as she deliberately aims his face towards the floor and slams it to make her point. Stay down. ]

You realize these people want to kill us.

[ Unlike Tony, Medusa really has no problems with lethal force. So many people have come to kill her over the years; at some point you cease to hesitate. She wouldn't mourn any fatalities. But the situation's already bad enough without slaughtering these people, so she wrenches weapons from hands, breaks arms or legs rather than necks when necessary, smothers a soldier against the wall rather than flinging him into it. They don't have to die, unless they choose to do so.

Spiders have eight arms, but Medusa isn't nearly so limited. Her hair expands, and nowhere is safe. ]