nysalogs | ❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE -- the overflow.

THE PROLOGUE

Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real.

What is it, Sael?

—Is everyone asleep?!

Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...?

N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online!

... I don't know what to do...

I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions—

... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing?

Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now.

Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees.

The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong.

You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head.

Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us.

—Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate.

There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds.

The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune.

Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you.

Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st.

THE DESCENT

FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that.

Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive.

It’s not always easy being first.

SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come.

At least you’ll have help in getting settled.

THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required.

“Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all.

FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you?

FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself.

Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith.

FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you.

Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax.

You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this!

Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night...

I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower?

Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing.

GATHER YOUR BEARINGS

All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out.

A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter?

B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm!

C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure.

FINAL OOC NOTE

This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 3 Will be up on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. We will not provide an additional CAPTCHA for this overflow. Players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals in the event this overflow gets close to CAPTCHA. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP.

The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes.

Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST.

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Do I go camping a lot? [ He repeated the question, before he tilted his head and seemed to consider it for a moment before replying. ]

I don't. But where I lived, for a time, was extremely remote. I went out fishing a lot, rather than bothering to go in to the grocery store.

[ Which pretty much answered the question about him and left him with a question for her. ]

What's the most impressive superpower you've seen so far?

[Mio nods slowly, taking that answer in. She fiddles with bits of metal to distract herself ] Mm... My family used to live up in the mountains, in a little village. We moved to a bigger town later, but my sister and I played in the woods a lot. I don't think my mom would've let us stay out overnight though. Too many scary things out there.

[Like a village that kidnaps you and traps you in it. NBD.

The question make her pause though and she looks upwards as she thinks. She's met an android, some people she's fairly sure are like Superman levels of strong, and-- Her eyes go suddenly a little wide because speaking of Superman] I met Spider-man. [She says it like she's realizing it all over again and she looks at Will with a shake of her head] I still can't believe it. Do you know who he is? It's weird what things some world... planet things have in common and some don't.

Sounds like your mother was wise. The woods can contain a lot of ... dangers.

[ He's briefly remembering Randall Tier, and his own creeping through wooded areas while ~~stalking~~ learning about Hannibal's ancestral home.

Not particularly friendly thoughts, so Will firmly shoved them back into their particular rooms in his memory palace and focused on the lighter side of the conversation. ]

I'm afraid I don't? [ He had never been much for comic books or super hero stories as a child or teen. He knew of the concept of super heroes, just not ... specifics. ] I've come across a couple of individuals who I don't believe come from the same Earth that I inhabit.

Which I suppose makes sense, given what we've been told about where we are now. Do you believe them?

[She gives him a mildly dubious look, like he must be joking. But then, the whole 'different worlds' thing... Maybe Spider-Man as a concept just doesn't exist where he's from.] He's kinda hard to miss. I mean, if you see him in costume anyhow. He probably looks totally normal when he's not...

[Secret identities and all that. She hesitates at the question, shrugging lightly.] That we all come from different worlds or things like that? I don't know. It's kind of hard not to believe it. It... It was 1988 for me. I was... lost in the woods. And the next thing I know, I'm up in space and I'm being thrown down to some weird alien planet and everyone I know is-- Gone. [It leaves a hollow feeling in her stomach and she shakes her head.]

It's sort of like... If I don't believe it and accept it, what else do I have? I'll just end up going crazy. And, my sister... My sister is up there... I'll believe whatever they want if it means she'll really be safe and-- And alive. [She fiddles with the bits of metal again, digging little grooves into the dirt. She's seen some weird shit already back home and a village perpetually stuck in darkness and reliving the same couple days over and over. New worlds and aliens? Sure, why the fuck not.]

...Do you not? Believe them, I mean.

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[ He was quiet as she spoke, listening even as his hands continued to work with the metal he was shaping. He caught the moment when she almost gave away a ... name? Filed away the curiosity that was her quick course alteration, as if the name was somehow important.

As for the rest of it.

After a couple of breaths, Will shrugged and looked back down at his work. ]

I have a very vivid imagination. [ He explained, softly. ] So I'm not entirely convinced all of this isn't just in my head.

[Mio huffs a little in amusement. She's sure he's not the first or last to think this just be them having some kind of psychotic break or something--she'd been similar when she first woke up. Too much, too soon, and in the end just going 'okay sure' had been the bandaid on a gaping wound.

She's sure it might hit her more later, but for now it's jut... easier. Easier to accept and try not to think too much about the logistics of it all] Well. If I'm a figment of your imagination too or something, you could've given me a better backstory. Maybe made me a princess or something cool like that.

[She offers a bit of a smile and a shrug] I don't know if it'd be better or worse to think this was all just your own head.

[ Will appeared to give the entire conversation a moment's thought, before he chuckled softly and nodded his head in agreement to what she'd just said. ]

I'll take the 'more interesting backstory' into consideration, if I find myself imagining up alien worlds and multi-dimensional kidnappings again. Though I sincerely hope that once is enough.

[ As for her latter statement, he looked around and then back before offering a small smile. ]

Honestly, neither am I. Except to say that this is all a bit more peaceful than what my imagination usually offers up.

[Mio smiles a bit herself, but her eyebrows raise into a mildly incredulous look at that] This is more peaceful? [Did he mean the entire weird scenario, or just this particular moment in it?]

You weren't kidding about a vivid imagination. [Hoo boy. Mio eyes him again curiously.] Are you American?

I am. [ He answered the second question, letting the first question pass without comment, in hopes of putting that line of conversation to rest. ]

I was born in Louisiana, but live in Northern Virginia. [ He explained, before he paused and gave a small, sad chuckle and a half smile. ]

Don't suppose that matters much here. How about yourself?

I think I know where Virginia is... [Vaguely. It sounds sort of familiar.

Likewise, though, she's sure he wouldn't know the area she's originally from, but...] We used to live in a village in the mountains, in Aomori. But we moved when I was little, to Tokyo. I guess everyone knows Tokyo, though. Aomori's the lesser known one, unless you're really into ghost stories and the supernatural and religion, I guess.

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