❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[ayes]

Haha, I think I'll be fine! [You says, a confidence in her tone that hasn't been there for a while.] I'm pretty good at sports, so don't worry about overshooting it or anything!

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

[tutorb]

Well, of that I am not surprised. I simply mean just about everything I have found to be homely in this world, you have found alien.

[ And vice versa. Such an oddity to find common ground here of all places. The thought flits across his mind and into hers, though for now, the orb remains somehow unperturbed and unacknowledged on the couch. That, and they had gotten themselves in and out of worse, so she dismisses the worry for another chuckle. ]

Then you severely overestimate again the amount of coin and free time I ever amassed, and this is all projection.

[ Though she does take another puff and release an incredibly out-of-practice cloud above her head. But a few rings find their feeble way through the fog before she passes it back to Richie and goes about melting slightly into the cushions like a cat in a puddle of window sun, complete with the stretch of one wayward leg. The combination of a satisfying arch and the good fumes and comfort and company make it a borderline titillating thing. ]

But surely your scope of fun extends beyond gambling and parlor poisons. Is that how you came across those ridiculous voices of yours? That you are so well-worn in the arts of self-entertainment, you have sunk to the acquisition of bizarre talent?

[ Perhaps she knows the truth, but to draw any sort of story out of him first-hand is becoming a stubborn indulgence all its own. ]

8D

[inaurare]

Just... a little air?

[he doesn't sound entirely sure, but then Linneus hasn't really felt this feeling before.

He was fine earlier but now the colours feel like noise]

It's just the smoke. It was my first time... partaking.

[beatupgrass]

Okay, first of all screw you.

[Anyone who calls him Focket for any reason has to be from the station so that clears that up anyway. His ears swivel, trying to catch the sound and once he does- it's about as clear as a bee buzz- he can sort of take a guess and...

Yikes. Well, once you see a tiny foulmouthed Northeasterner, you can't really unsee it.]

Second of all... This right here is why you don't trust anything on this planet.

[And then he snorts... and then his shoulders start shaking in barely suppressed laughter.]

[braidedwonder]

Ah, yeah, that happens... [ Duo laughs lightly, doing a little digging in that faithful backpack and producing a little hand held fan from the depths. Duo didn't personally experience that kind of thing unless he's in a room with too many people, but a fan and some moving air tended to help so..

It's worth a shot, right? ]

Here, try this.. It helps me out when I'm feelin' that way.

[beatupgrass]

Evras and Cree have got some tech that don't jive with the aesthetic of this place. I was hopin' maybe things were different here, but it turns out it's just even more magic.

[He tries to grab at one of the quills, but it flits out of his reach and continues writing. Dissatisfied, he turns back to 76.]

What're you hopin' to find anyway?

[nysan]

[ This time, she scoffs. ]

Oh, so you like trading things that were never yours to give in the first place! I see the sort of person you are.

[ The bandit doesn't seem all that phased by the point of the lance. She merely raises an eyebrow and looks back at him over it. ]

Threatening my life is no way to start a conversation. You want information; I want information. Let's play a game — I'll answer a question for you, and in return, you answer a question for me. That's fair, isn't it?

[nostalgiabomb]

—I’m, uh, not really Gamora’s anything.

[ though certainly not for lack of trying.

And, listen, Peter’s really good at reading people, or at least that’s what he thinks. Having lived around hundreds of different species with thousands of different physical cues and types of body language means Peter can be observant as hell – whether he interprets those particular cues correctly is another matter entirely.

But what Peter reads right now is this: discomfort? Shock? Something slightly disturbed, like the dude’s gotten some seriously unpleasant news. Any way you slice it, the guy doesn’t seem particularly happy. ]

It was Rich, right? [ Peter’s not usually good with names, but that one’s easy enough to remember. ]

[steponme]

[Hey, at least Shell doesn't think it's all true! Not that it'd be terribly unbelievable, but he'd rather think they were magically spying rather than magically reading their minds.]

I don't think they'll like it if you try and burn down their-- n-no way! Reign's the last person I would want to be seeing this!!

[inaurare]

Thank you...

[he sits up like he is only just remembering the weight of his own body. Careful, too, but goodness does he feel heavy just righting himself, and it's harder against the spin of his head - especially without anything to lean against.]

Your name...? Mine is Linneus...

((Is it one'a these, one'a those, or one'a thems?))

[beatupgrass]

[Shitfuck. Rocket can easily deflect and hiss at people who ask him questions about why he felt inclined to bolt so fast he actively ran into someone, but with Quill he can't do that, because... Well, Quill has context.

He has to weigh his options here for a second before he finally accepts his fate in an attempt to try that whole "talking about your feelings" thing instead of letting them fester while they're bottled up.

So he awkwardly raises a hand to point out the giant trees, and while annoyance colors his tone, the expression on his face is conflicted.] I was distracted.

[nostalgiabomb]

“Distracted”?

[ And he echoes it a little skeptically, because, yeah, okay, Rocket could definitely let his mind wander, but usually that involved A.) something interesting worth taking, or B.) something valuable worth taking, or C.) something violent worth doing. Obviously there were other reasons, too, but Peter’s pretty sure those are the top three.

But the look on Rocket’s face isn’t one that says, “I’m about to do something seriously illegal,” and Peter frowns down at him before following his gesture toward the—

Giant, walking trees.

A flash of comprehension crosses Peter’s face, accompanied by a quiet, ]

Oh.

[ Peter’s quiet for a second. Then, lightly, ]

They’re kinda cool-looking, right? I saw some folks riding around on them, earlier, and they seemed pretty cool about it.

I guess they’re just, like, a really weird form of public transportation or something.

[nysan]

Isn't it, though?!

[ It's a game to him and only him, and his loyalties are... questionable at best. It's true that he's working under someone, but if he feels like giving information will make things more interesting, then he wouldn't hesitate to. After all, they're long past the point of negotiations and deals - the more time passes, the better they're off.

Nhays isn't quick enough to avoid this movements; 76 is a formidable opponent, well-rounded enough to overpower him, but he's still holding back even after he manages to get him in a chokehold. Nhays barely struggles, but he keeps his blade close by — the blunt of it presses against 76's side, but perhaps he would sense that there is no ill-intent with the gesture. ]

Th-the shamans — [ The works are choked out through the hold on his neck - ] You mean the ones - the ones that roughed you up? Guess you could... say that!

[ He's laughing as he manages to grunt out: ] Hey, you want in on secret, because I like ya? I wasn't playing when I said it's over — th-they, they already got the heart. You know what it does?

[fiendennor]

[Diana is rapidly flicking through the pages, scanning back and back, her expression growing more incredulous, which she's jolted from her concentration by a voice. She glances up to see the man she'd spoken with-- explored a creepy skull with-- several months ago. Quill, she thinks his name is.

Her expression relaxes somewhat, though she's clearly... flustered. Off guard.] Oh-- yes, I'm all right.

It's just surprising. [She glances down at the paper in her hands, lifting it so he can see that she's holding something.] This seems to be about... me.

[personalwar]

[ This bandit seems to view everything as fun, or interesting, or part of some "game," but maybe 76 can use that to his advantage. If it means that the guy will also be loose-lipped about things, then he'll put up with his attitude.

Only to an extent, though. 76 does feel the flat of the blade press up against his side. He knows how easily it could become more than just a threat, but he doesn't expect the bandit can do much when he's cutting off at least part of his oxygen supply.

Besides, he doesn't feel that interested in being altruistic when the bandit reveals his knowledge that 76 had been among those abducted and tortured. Maybe he wasn't directly involved, but being in the know is almost just as bad.

Then the kid teases him with a "secret," and 76 reaches the end of his rope. With a growl (and one arm still pressing tight into the bandit's windpipe), he kicks at the back of his knees and pushes downward, forcing him to the ground. He shifts his grip around to grab him at the back of his neck and shoves his face into the muddy ground (which is very muddy, with how it's been raining). ]

I don't know, but you're gonna tell me.

[ The group from Olympia had been transporting the heart. They'd already been attacked? ]

[fiendennor]

Diana's struck by what's on the paper, continuing to read further and further back and growing increasingly shocked, when she's jolted by a familiar voice speaking to her. She glances up--

"Axel." She says, her shoulders slumping slightly. "No, I'm-- I'm fine. It's just a little startling, that's all."

"The story being spun here is unnervingly familiar."

[seagoing]

Now that's something I can hardly imagine to be true. There's got to be someone out there who's got your attention or at least caught your eye out there. The being a spirit of the Fade might be a little weird to be sure but I think there's far stranger things out there, don't you think? [She thinks of the...robots she's come across, and the animal people she'd met and seen on the network. Stranger things indeed.] Besides, you're far more pleasant than say, Aveline and she managed to find a man at least twice. Twice! If a grumpy stick in the mud captain like her can find love I'm sure the same will come to you, so don't worry so much.

[Not that she's ever really seen the appeal for it herself, but she offers him the best advice she can for matters of the heart. Love was far from her field of expertise, but he was someone who deserved it if he wanted it with how good he'd been to her after the kidnapping and dealing with the aftermath of it all. So if he was interested in such things she's all for it, ready with the usual teasing fare once he does get tied down with someone.

Sex however...sex she does know, and the interest lights up her eyes as she takes in more of the smoke of the Fyrra. Part of her is surprised from how blunt he mentions it, but underneath all that she's interested...curious as to what in particular he'd want to know about. She laughs then, an easy chuckle as she reaches up a hand (her left, and it feels so good to use it again-) to ruffle his hair with a grin.]

Oh Justice, now you're speaking my language. I might not be the best source of knowledge to go to for love, but sex is definitely something I know plenty about. It's fun, enjoyable, and doesn't always need the strings that come with a relationship to make things too complicated beyond just enjoying yourself. And I don't know if you recall my saying so but you are a very good looking man here, so I'm sure you'd have little problem with finding someone interested. [Another laugh leaves her lips then, along with some of the smoke she'd inhaled.] What would you like to know about it then? Sex, that is.

[pebblestone]

[ And in return, he doesn't seem all too offended by the light barb she throws his way. ]

I've been told conversation isn't my strong suit.

[ Too dull, too preachy, too centered around the prince of Ylisse. Whatever the reason, it doesn't bother him anymore. It's never been his job to converse politely anyway, yet here he is, trading words with a thief and possibly a killer.

He lowers his lance, enough so that it points at her feet rather than her heart. ]

Fine. [ Without waiting for any confirmation, he keeps speaking. ] What do you want with the heart?

[ There's no other reason they would have been attacked. ]

[personalwar]

[ As a member of the Ryders, 76 had been limited from getting too involved with the Fangs. While he might be clueless here, it seems that the resident bookworm has a guess. It goes to figure that someone this fastidious would have some inside information, and 76 has to stop himself from showing any obvious interest.

Then again, he's already betrayed that by sitting down here.

If all he has to do to get the intel is give a name, then so be it. He decides to try his code name first, but he'll give his actual name out if that's what it takes. He's told a handful of people now. He still doesn't like to, but it doesn't seem quite so impossible anymore. ]

I'm 76. [ He tilts his head at Cain, a little intrigued in spite of himself. ] General, huh? You seem pretty young for a rank that high.

[ Says the guy who became strike commander in his mid-twenties. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Relax. He’s not here, is he?

[God help Shell if he was.]

Speaking of, I’m sure he’ll find out what happened eventually. Is that gonna make things awkward between you two?

[planetary_bonds]

For a moment, I thought so, too.

[That smile is faint, but cheeky. He shakes his head.]

Not this time. I think most of us were more distracted by being able to fly for a while there. [Including Yusei himself.]

[nysan]

[ Nhays falls to his knees with a disgruntled oof - the sudden move causes him to drop the blade at last before he's shoved face-first into the muddy ground. It's met with resistance; he accidentally inhales the dirt through his nose out of surprise, causing him to cough violently against the ground. He's struggling to lift his head. ]

Y'want me to tell you or the ground...?!

[ He's breathless, absolutely in no position to tease and taunt 76 as he has been. In all fairness, if the man wants information, he's gonna have to keep him alive -- ]

Haha— you refugees never know anything! ...But you still stick your noses everywhere. Boss doesn't like that, y'know? All this — peace treaty bullshit, it's fucking lame!

[ Suspecting he's due for another shove against the mud, he cheerfully exclaims: ]

Hey, hey, you're gonna kill me after I've told you everything, right?! Do you have it in ya, big bro?

[planetary_bonds]

[Yusei's not sure how ground excrement translates to a name like "Taserface," but okay, sure.]

You're going to have to elaborate on these "Ravagers," but this sounds like a story I wanna hear.

[You're clearly having fun telling it, and Yusei needs the distraction. They both win.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Oh yeah? It made me feel warm and relaxed. It’s the mushrooms that got me.

[As in, turned him tinier than he already is. It was hilarious. To everyone but him.]

It is. We didn’t have anything like this back in Yokohama. Other places in Japan sure, but not in the city.

[Chuuya takes the liberty of looking through the sketchbook, impressed at the quality of the artwork.]

Have you ever tried drawing or painting someone?

[willrevile]

Enough that it's mutually intelligible, yeah, [ he confirms. ] Fortunately I had some intimate experience with this sort of design not long before I ended up here, by way of finding a ship that'd been abandoned a hundred years prior.

[ So this is still a little old, for him, but that's not exactly a bad thing. ] Alright, come here, and put your hand where mind is against the seam of the door.

[ Jim steps back to allow her to do that. ] Some doors do have manual overrides if you poke around enough - they operate without any power source on basic machinery like the aforementioned pulley system level of technology, to prevent people from being trapped in an emergency situation. Usually doors like this will, because they aren't in key positions that might need to be sealed off if there's a hull breach.