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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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[ He pulls himself to his feet - wincing in the process, because he's probably been there for several hours by now - and commits himself to scrutinizing Ghostaton until any of this makes sense. ]
I mean, sleeplessness aside, this is my first time. Be gentle.
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However, he's trying to keep his identity on the down-low, because as he said himself...he was pink and bland.]
Of all the strange things we see on this ship, I'm the weirdest? Sweetheart, you must be joking! Either way, I'm afraid I can't be anything more than I am at the moment, so you'll have to adjust yourself to the sight of me!
[As he speaks, Mettaton drifts closer, circling Tony and the mess he's surrounded in. He tuts at the spilled tools.]
...Do you always work like this? It's rather messy.
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[ He might ordinarily make a joke about giant sentient robots or talking skeletons, but he's seen firsthand how many of the robots are in shambles and the skeleton is dead, so. Yeah, no. Not today.
To his credit, he doesn't pull away as Mettaton drifts closer. A month has trained him well, and no offense, pal, but you're the exact opposite of intimidating right now. Doesn't mean he's not staring warily, though. ]
This? This is the height of organization. I know where everything is. [ A pause. ] Uh, most of the time.
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[Mettaton mutters the last part, then distracts himself by reaching down with his nubby "hands" and picking up a displaced wrench, moving it into the start of a slightly more organized pile. Look. He's helping!]
Do you now? Well, I'm afraid I don't believe it. Nice try though.
[He gives a half-smile. Maybe his sassitude isn't off the charts today, but he can't really be rid of it all. It's not his way. ]
What are you working on anyway, Mr. Stark? Just curious if you've found any scrap worth using lately after what's, ah. Gone on.
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Alright, hang on. Are you telling me ghosts are omnipresent, too? Because I'm pretty sure we haven't gotten to the introductions and niceties part of this conversation yet.
[ Mettaton: not doing great at going undercover. ]
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...That is a lie, he looks appropriately perturbed that he'd let that slip.]
Well, I'm not omnipresent, but I--that is to say! I'm a ghost who likes people-watching and it's especially easy to people-watch when others can't see you!! It's hard not to remember such an interesting personality as yourself!
[Believable? You be the judge, Tony.]
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[ You're in luck, man. That's a perfectly plausible cover story when supplied to a guy who gets followed by paparazzi every day of his life. ]
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[He's not disagreeing. He'd rather be labeled a stalker than a bold-faced liar with identity issues for the moment. Forgive him for sounding excited that you gave him an out, Tony.]
Anyway, if you don't mind too terribly answering my question...I was still wondering what you were working on.
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[ Tony shifts so Mettaton can see around him, to the pile of armor on the floor. It's still mostly assembled, save for the detached gauntlets and helmet. The whole thing looks like it went a few rounds with bullets, heavy artillery, plasma canons, magic, and probably at least one flamethrower. ]
It's had a rough day. I'm giving it the spa treatment.
...this icon is actually appropriate again oops
And this was a hot bod, okay? He almost wants to possess it, but it isn't his to possess, and then he could be stuck in it. Something he doubts Tony would appreciate.]
It no doubt deserves such treatment!! Goodness, look at all the detail! And look at how sturdy it is to damage!! That is, it looks the worse for wear, but I'm assuming that you wore it, and you don't look too bad off!!
[Mettaton is very excited. He's never seen this suit before, and if he had during the whole invasion thing, he couldn't remember. Not at all.]
This is pretty complex...how long did it take you to build?!
[Maybe he sounds a little hopeful.]
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Complicated question. Non-complicated answer: this one? I dunno, a month? It's sort of a perpetual work in progress, and are small pink ghosts always so interested in this kind of thing? I mean, not that I blame you, since it's pretty incredible and all, but my question stands.
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[Color him impressed. Holy shit dude, do you sleep ever? Humans need that, don't they?
He hesitates to answer Tony's question at first. Not just because he glided into it like it wasn't anything important. But...hmmm. Well. Mettaton can at least be honest about this, right?]
A ghost's deepest aspiration is to become corporeal. We will eventually choose something to possess in order to achieve this goal, and some of us are more selective than most! After all, corporeality...is permanent. So my curiosity stems out of that interest.
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[ He points a tool at Mettaton and waggles is threateningly. ]
Don't get any ideas about turning this one into your paranormal snail shell. It's thoroughly spoken for and in a happy, monogamous, committed relationship. With me.
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Besides, it would just be gentle handling, not cheating!
[Mettaton wasn't going to go there before this point. He really wasn't. But he couldn't help it, the suit looked great, and honestly? Teasing Tony seemed to put him into a better mood.
Also Tony got points for bringing up snails.]