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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. 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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thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am
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No no no!
[ Fear is heavy in her voice and the added increase of emotion only has the ice continuing to spread down the hall and up toward the ceiling. Watching it, Elsa backs into the wall before looking back to Genos, shaking her head as she realizes that he's approaching. No, the last thing she needs to add to this is her accidentally harming someone, too. ]
No-- Don-- Don't come any closer. I can't control it and I don't want to accidentally hurt you!
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[He's still stepping forward, feet cracking through the ice and crunching through the snow. He frowns at her, perhaps not as sympathetic as he should be, but sternly addressing the situation anyway.]
That's dangerous - get a hold of yourself, then.
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Dangerous.
It's funny. Just a couple months ago, she'd had a conversation with Sans where he'd told her that she isn't dangerous, despite all the things she's been told and believed since the accident with Anna when they were young. And she's been doing the best she can to try viewing herself as not dangerous since then, because it felt so nice to not feel that constant weight of burden.
And yet, here she is again. Unable to keep control, the word dangerous coming up again. It hits her harder than she lets show, not that it would be easy to tell through the fear and utter variety of other emotion she's clearly enduring at the moment. ]
I-I can't, I'm--
[ Breathe. Breathe. Hands running through her hair, gripping at her head in a panic, Elsa attempts to inhale and exhale slowly, trying to bring some level of calm back. However, getting a hold of herself is a challenge, her emotions have always been so overwhelming--and the pressure of another person telling her to do so certainly only adds to the difficulty. ]
I'm trying, I'm trying, but I... I don't...know how...
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You can't harm me. See? You can crush this hand and I won't feel it.
[He holds out his hand, which is metal and soft black padding, like a cat paw. If she touches it, it's a little uncomfortably warm, but it shouldn't burn her. The rest of him is slowly steaming as chilled air coils in fog off of the metal.]
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Eyes falling on the outstretched hand, she doesn't move right away. Instead, she simply stares down at it almost as though she doesn't trust that she can't do anything to him, though the way his body is clearly producing so much heat has her relaxing ever so slightly. She's used to seeing other people's breath in the cold she creates, but she's never seen someone's body heat coming off of them like that.
Tentatively, still uncertain, Elsa reaches out with one arm and touches his hand delicately with her fingers. The warmth manages to surprise her, even if she's able to see it, and even though she retracts her hand quickly, she raises her head to meet his gaze, wide-eyed. ]
So you... You're not affected by any of this?
[ She really can't hurt him. Even if she were to accidentally hurtle ice at him, it would no doubt melt before it could do any damage, and he...said he's mostly made of metal too, right? It's a strange thought, there being someone she actually isn't a danger to. ]
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[He keeps his hand out for her, in case she finds it any comfort at all.]
It will be okay, Elsa.
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[ That's it. That's the only effect her powers, out of control as they are, have on him. That's a difficult thing to process, it's not a situation she's ever found herself in or expected to find herself in, but... it's... it's really comforting.
Elsa continues to regard him with wide eyes, uncertainty still clear across her face, but after a few moments, she seems to visibly relax a small bit. It will be okay. A pause, a brisk nod, and she draws in a long breath, then slowly exhales it, trying to draw in some calm. ]
--I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-- I just...I've never been in a battle before. I've never had to fight for my life and the lives of others, and now with the glass, I...
[ She trails off, lets out a shaking breath, and folds her arms in front of herself, pulling them in close as though hugging herself. ]
I don't know what to do. So many people are hurt, and so many are dead...
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[He'll place his hand on her shoulder somewhat firmly, making sure it wasn't scalding hot. Some frost condenses on the fingers, but his arm is far too warm for the ice to travel up, and it doesn't seem to be able to harm his metal hand.]
The only thing to do is either round up the dead as part of cleanup, or excuse yourself. You aren't expected to be able to handle corpses. I don't believe there were many - if any - casualties on our side.
[Not that he knows of, at least.]
If you want to help, keeping the bodies frozen will keep them from rotting and will make moving them much easier. If not, I can lead you somewhere that is cleaned up. Is any of your body glass at the moment?
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Taking another long breath, trying to regulate her breathing back to something more normal and less erratic, Elsa nods. Not many casualties on their side... That's good to hear, even if he isn't certain about the numbers. That helps. ]
No-- No, I don't think so.
[ She hasn't noticed any glass, at least. ]
I think... somewhere clean might be best. I don't think that I can handle... [ ...Cleaning up corpses. Not right now. Not while she's already in a state of little to no control. ] But I don't want to freeze more of the ship. There are enough problems already, I don't want to add more than I already have.
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[He'll place his hand on her back and gently moving her, guiding her along. His eyes scan ahead to make sure they aren't about to walk right into a former battlefield.]
Deep breaths. One step at a time. I'm here to make sure nothing goes wrong.
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She follows Genos' advice instead, attention going to her breathing instead as she forces herself to take deep, calming breaths. ]
Thank you.
[ The words are quiet, and she doesn't even turn her head to look at him, rather keeps her gaze on the floor. ]
No one's been able to help me like this before.
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[ That comes as a surprise, enough of one to draw her gaze back in Genos' direction. He's seemed nothing but calm and collected every time she's spoken with him, it's hard to imagine him having a panic attack. ]
Yes-- Yes, I know all of that... It's just that when I have a panic attack, it's... It's dangerous for others.
[ And that makes it harder to calm down, and makes letting it pass by less of an idea choice. ]
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[He's calm and collected now as well, but a bit sad and wistful in expression.]
I had night terrors for years after my family's murder. The feeling of powerlessness... it's very familiar. However, grasping control of your strength and seizing power will ease those fears.