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

[natha]

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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QUESTIONS.

[natha]

Previous thread. Please look there before asking new questions.

Loz

[silverhound]

( OoC: continuing all threads below! )

Demyx

[silverhound]

[A thoughtful him escapes Loz as he lifts the next pod. Something about what Demyx just revealed has him pondering about his own existence. Is he a "somebody" or just a "nobody"? Loz isn't entirely sure yet but he really hopes he's...real. He knows his brothers and him are remnants of the same man but do they have their own thoughts and consciousness?

Or...are they just pawns? Just pawns be played by Sephiroth beyond the Lifestream, no less. Just the thought alone makes him somewhat bitter.]

...Do you hate him? [He asks suddenly out of the blue after stacking the next pod upon the pile.] Your 'Superior', I mean.

Do you hate him for making you like this?

makoto

[popess]

[ previous top level here! ]

akira

[popess]

[ she didn't catch that, in fact — try not to make her crash the bike out of embarrassment, akira. living would be a good thing for them to do. she starts to pick up speed, makoto's hair flying behind her with the gale johanna was kicking up. going this fast, it felt like their bodies were cutting through the wind, like knives to the atmosphere gliding to their destination.

she peers back at akira, a small smile on her face. even though they were impossibly close, it felt like they were miles apart — it was so loud and they were going so fast, it felt like they were moving separately through time and space. that, and makoto tended to lose herself a bit as she piloted johanna. ]

It looks fine like that. Though I hope you held onto your glasses.

[ yeah.. who knew if there was an optometrist here. ]

Majima

[hannya]

[continued from here]

veronica lodge

[refashioned]

[previous top level]

bucky

[refashioned]

[from here]

Quiet, brooding ... [Neither of these are words that Jughead would use for himself, though. They're still accurate.] He tends to lean on the word weird. I agree with the assessment, though I can't say that's a bad thing.

[If "weird" is what Betty Cooper is into, then—fine.]

But do me a favor, okay? He's dating my best friend. I'd rather not have to deliver any bad news when she returns to us. [When, not if. Veronica has to believe that Betty Cooper will return to their little square sooner rather than later.]

anders

[judicia]

( previous top level )

angel

[judicia]

( from here )

( Anders settles himself down on the ground before she has a chance to begin, thinking that this was going to be some grand tale filled with suspense and danger.
What he gets isn't quite what he expected.

You can actually pinpoint the second that his enthusiasm drains from his face. It happens somewhere between people died and no one lived happily ever after. )

Wow. ( He says, sounding stunned. ) I actually think that was more depressing than it was scary. How is a story where everyone dies supposed to be for children?

Merlin

[politrick]

(thread continuations.....)

Loz

[politrick]

(from here)

What do you mean, zap? Don't zap anything. I will— I will tie a string to a stick for you if that stops you from zapping the lake.

[Seriously, he will. He'll stick with this fishing trip til the end to protect the fish.]

ocelot

[shashka]

( continuations! original top level is here )

kaz miller

[shashka]

( from here )

Probably not.

[ though, it was all partially Miller's fault. working with Zero was never going to lead anywhere good, and it left them with a hell of a blind spot that almost got everyone killed.

but, he reminds himself, none of this truly mattered anymore. and, just like it had been all those years ago, until Snake woke up, they needed to work together on some level. ]

Well, given the fact that our world doesn't exist anymore, it stands to reason that there isn't an MSF anymore. [ though he knows that's not what Miller meant. ] But no. There wasn't an MSF in 1984.

Senren Lavellan

[heraldsdawn]

[ Continuations from here. New threads welcome. ]

Lance

[heraldsdawn]

[ Continued from here ]
[ He could've ruined it if Lance continued. There is that bit where Simba really doesn't get over his guilt or put his past behind him.

But, Lavellan really doesn't want to keep hearing this story for right now. Nor does he really want to hear the other sing more (Creators it was a voice that Fen Harel would flee from. So he raises a hand as if to hush the other. ]

As tempted as I am to hear more, I really do think we should be worrying about figuring a way to stay warm tonight. Don't you? [ Will the fact that they could all freeze to death stop his death via story? We shall see. ]

jace wayland.

[wayward]

[ continuations. ]

mipha.

[wayward]

[ from here. ]

They'll be safe. It's part of the deal.

[ Jace can't afford any debate on that issue. He doesn't necessarily trust their saviors, but for his own sanity he has to believe in what they'd offered until they'd at least managed to get out of immediate danger. There was time for exploration after he'd managed to get his bearings. ]

I'm Jace. [ Better not to get into the complications of his last name. ] You can fight?

[ The question might come off as faintly rude, but Jace can't help himself. He needs to know the abilities of everyone here, and he hasn't made very much headway this far. ]

Hawke

[otiosity]

 

Fenris

[otiosity]

Moon cheese and wine? Sounds like a wonderful night.

[She drops down back onto her stomach in a pathetic flop.]

Somehow, I think we're going to be denied said wonderful night.

archie andrews.

[performativity]

[ continuations. ]

clary fray

[obstinance]

[ continuations from here. still open to new threads! ]

shu.

[obstinance]

My job? [ who taught you manners, shu. for all of his blatant rudeness, clary doesn't sound offended by his presumptuousness. if anything, she leans more toward incredulous, maybe even a little indignant, that he's roped her into being his personal body heater without any shame. ] Since when am I getting paid for this?

[ or rewarded for it in anything more than shu's rude and entitled, for that matter. it's more of a rhetorical question, regardless, given the thick sarcasm dripping from that quip.

any other attempts at firing back her retorts are stifled by the bent knee brushing against her own, making a sound in the back of her throat at the contact. the proximity isn't what's the more discomforting factor; like she's already complained, he's frigid to the touch, and there's hardly any way she's going to manage to relax while he's leeching off of her heat like this. ]

Are you even going to warm up if I agree to this? [ her head shifts once his own does, staring back. she can make out most of his expression from the kindling fire casting shadows along the tent if she narrows her eyes, though it's not so useful when he doesn't look familiar to her in the least. ] Or am I going to have to keep shivering because you're a literal glacier?

[ it's an important question, because she might concede to her arm being taken captive if she's not going to be shivering for hours. it's easier than arguing with him about his clinging, honestly. ]

Angel

[r3f4c70r3d]

(Cont. threads)

Prompto

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ She nods in affirmation, standing up fully. ]

Where should we begin?

9S

[idealog]

[ Open for continuations and new threads! Old thread was here and I have a general overflow post here if you'd rather avoid more CAPTCHA. ]

Clint

[idealog]

[ 9S winces. It's not like he can feel the pain like that, but he's had enough damage before to sympathize. ]

That seems like a pretty big deal to me. I think-

[ And there Clint goes! Luckily, 9S has fast enough reflexes to catch him, and is strong enough to keep him from falling out of the pod entirely. This place is a mess, sure, but this guy is one to be talking. ]

Are you nuts?! You could've hurt yourself even more!

[ He's a little bit frazzled. Why are you like this?! ]

Magnus Burnsides

[ruffboi]

( Continued Threads Only from here ! )

Taako

[ruffboi]

[No, he's perfectly happy with how cool he was made to look. Wrenching off the door to the pod, grabbing - well, whoever is inside - into his arms, and leaping just in time to avoid hitting the ground.

And like a big fucking dummy, curling himself around the body of this precious NPC to protect them with his dumb sweet head.]

amaterasu.

[illuminating]

(closed continuations. if i hit up your top-level, but haven't replied back yet, i'm replying here as well! i hope you won't mind too much. thank for bearing with my slowness. ♥)

rose.

[illuminating]

(from here.)

[Useful is the keyword here. For their predicament, not really… Of course, she could send forth a huge twister of wind to throw debris out into the distance, or create a couple bombs, but it would only result in causing more mess, not really getting anything done, would it? Plus, obviously, it would have a similar affect to what Rose has been doing, and pieces would strike them. She supposes she could send them off with violent wind, and heal the girl as she's injured, but she'd deplete her ink rather quickly this way.

Her ears drop at her, and her groan is sulking, because there's much she could show her—and proudly. Oh, well. There'll be appropriate times for that yet, she's sure. So no tricks, but she does get up to step over to a cracked off side, clamping her teeth around an edge, and then stepping backwards to begin hauling it off.

The other option is restoring all of the pods, which would be easy enough, but everyone seems rather set on getting rid of them.]

Mai

[maipokerface]

[Continued thread.]

Uchicha Itachi

[maipokerface]

(continues from here.)

[She quirks a brow at that.]

Yeah, and what about the ones here just for their own gain? I don't mean gaining protection for others or for themselves. I mean power or strength simply so they can have it?

Zevran

[agradecido]

{ Toplevel! OTA. }

> Dylas

[agradecido]

I would venture that what you were trying to say and what you said were completely different things--Oof!

[He manages to block the dirt clod easily, but the dry thing explodes on contact with his hand and he has to brush the dust off his cheek and nose. He laughs.]

Now who's playing dirty?

Dorian Pavus

[flashystyle]

[from that hot mess we may both post our continuations here | if you want to tag the toplevel np i'll just be on the slow side!]

wildcard at camp

[viperae]

[ To say that the day had been an ordeal would be an understatement. But something more surprising than the manner in which they had been deployed to El Nysa had been the spectacle of seeing so many individuals with magnificent abilities at work. There were men and women with inhuman strength, some who performed magic, others who had the ability to heal wounds and injuries. Perhaps another man would have been made to feel lesser, but Oberyn finds himself inspired to work harder.

Now, at the campfire, he remembers this man, though his attire hadn't been so... questionable before. Just where did he find something like that? Oberyn isn't exactly the picture of fashion right now, in an olive green tunic, but that's something else.

Anyway, he remembers him as someone who possesses skills in magic, offering a strange spell of fire to those who needed warmth. A worthwhile ally to pursue. He waves him over. ]

You, with the very... colorful attire... Would you care to join me, my friend? [ He has, at least, been able to secure food for the night, having hunted and roasted what looked like some sort of rabbit species. ]

lenalee lee.

[steelettos]

[ top level post ]

archer.

[steelettos]

[ the difficult part was asking.

she very rarely asks for help, especially in cases where she can manage on her own. which is the case here, if lenalee's willing to risk the entire house-- and possibly the other houses beside it to come down on the both of them.

but whatever, lenalee manages to climb out of the hole with his assistance, briefly slipping down when her foot stepped on something loose. ]

... [ he doesn't have to sound like he's saying "i told you so"! that's her role ok. it's already embarrassing crawling out of a hole. ] Thank you.

[ aaaand she says that while the floor below them is creaking with their combined weight, threatening to collapse under them too ... ]

edmund pevensie.

[exonerated]

♚ leanne

[exonerated]

( previous )

There's been a few of us. I suppose I was the lucky one to bump into you.

[ His own attempt at a joke. ]

But this should be one of the last batches, I think. We should have enough to last the night. The goal afterwards is to make sure there's enough of those robes and blankets going around.

ｓｈｕ ｓａｋａｍａｋｉ.

[tub]

ｇｌａｄｉｏｌｕｓ.

[tub]

[ normally, this sort of response would have easily elicited a retort of some sort. a dry comment or two. instead, in all his actual nerves and apprehension, he remains mostly silent. his gaze flickering towards the stack of wood, and then back towards the individual in question. it was ... inarguable from the other's speech and even the firm manner in which he carried himself, that he had no desire to heed shu's warnings. or more like, no desire to feed into his irrational fear.

which was fair. only, he doesn't actually think so at all. his brows furrow momentarily, before they settle into a look of vague displeasure. he's probably been silent for moments too long, before he finally replies with: ] No. [ it's a clear enough message, he thinks. except, is it no to no one teaching him, or no to the latter.

as if to alleviate the confusion of his lack of words, he moves in closer, just in enough to press the tip of his shoe against the rotten log. meaning??? this really is getting dangerous here??? ] If you're going to make one... [ he heaves out a hefty sight, before rubbing the back of his head in aggravation.

he shouldn't care or waste his time but, he picks up a stick from the pile and just.... throws it....


literally, just throws one single stick to prove his point. i am so embarrassed. let me die. ]

Demyx

[melodiouspacifist]

[Overflow threads below:]

Jane Smith

[melodiouspacifist]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm all grown up by now.

[He smiles and shrugs, he's pretty sure he's in his twenties by now, but he is bad at keeping track.]

Course I do. It's Demyx. How about you?

Ermes Costello

[kissintime]

[original toplevel, no new tag-ins please.]

makoto niijima

[kissintime]

[continuing.]

[Well shit. She was expecting Makoto to whip out a Stand, not have a whole damn transformation sequence alongside it. Not to mention that sickass motorcycle. Goddamn why can't her Stand do that?! Absolutely insane. Her jaw is still dropped stupidly even as Makoto speaks, only closing when she regains self-awareness of how stupid she must look right now.]

You... You win. That Stand isn't like anything I've seen. [The shock is beginning to wear off, but it's definitely not what she was expecting.] I only got Kiss a few months ago. Wonder if I'll ever be able to just change my outfit the way you can.