❪ 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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clarke

[witchhooded]

Them? What do you...

[ Mid-sentence, Jade seems to comprehend what it is she means. That's fair, she thinks, but she's still curious. It's an inherent part of her, this curiosity, and she recognizes it might be barking up the wrong tree at the moment. For her own part, she has no reason to distrust Darma. It's not that Jade thinks they don't mean the best, in their own way, but that perhaps they can't keep people safe. If that's the case, then the best bet is to hope people she trusts and knows are capable will be awake to help the others.

She's an optimist, mostly. ]

Darma! Right, well... Sorry this might be rude but I don't really get why you can't trust them? I mean they did already say the truth, didn't they? What with waking up on a space station and all. Of course there are some things I am curious about myself, like how I am here at all, but in the end I think it is more about how Darma seems to want to save us above all else. Do you think differently or did something make you think that isn't true?

[romancekiller]

[the last time someone told clarke they saved her and her people it was only for their own selfish gain. by all appearances mount weather had seemed safe and the perfect place to be until she learned they only rescued to be next in line to have their blood drained like the grounders she saw trapped in cages like animals and it was something she barely escaped from before ending up on thesa station. it was just one of the many reasons that clarke didn't trust this at all.

she was right about mount weather even though her friends didn't believe her doubts so she isn't surprised that people her seem to be questioning her lack of trust with those who brought them here] Yeah, I've been through this before so I find what they're telling more than a little hard to believe when the world has already ended where I'm from almost hundred years ago.

[witchhooded]

[ ...Jade winces.

There's a thought that strikes her and it's a bit of an awkward one, but she can't deny that it doesn't sound almost appropriate. The apocalypse is not new to her, by any means - it's in fact something she's very familiar with. The simple truth is loading up a video game triggered the end of the world, for Jade. Placed in the first wave, she has the ability to bend space at her will, and that is the only reason she's there. Jade's success came at a price. ]

That's... pretty rough. ...Dude!

[ Calling her "dude" makes it sound more casual, right? ]

The world ended about three years ago for me. I am one of the last survivors of Earth! Do you think Darma is trying to hurt us...? To be honest, I just do not see the point of lying in this situation.

[romancekiller]

[she looks surprised hearing that since she wasn't expecting to hear the other girl went through something similar] Wait, you're one of the last survivors where you're from and you still trust this?

[her brow furrows in confusion because it was the blind trust in darma that clarke couldn't understand] I don't know for sure but it doesn't hurt to be cautious and be prepared for the worst case scenario.

[witchhooded]

[ Honestly, Jade understands where Clarke's coming from. It's good that she's cautious, and Jade also considers the fact that maybe it's her own experience that's led her to believe in Darma. There's a difference between experiencing the apocalypse and causing it, after all. Jade purses her lips for a moment before sucking her bottom lip in, and regarding Clarke with a thoughtful gaze. ]

I don't think you're wrong. It is more like I think that Darma has proven she is more than likely to help us instead of hurt us at this point. She had us on the Station for so long, after all. She had an opportunity all this time. I had lots of limited resources back home, so it was important to know the difference between someone who had bad intentions and someone who had good intentions! And well... I believe Darma is the latter, but it's a scary situation, you know?

[romancekiller]

[clarke just listens and finds herself nodding slightly in response] Yeah, I get what you're saying and I understand but— I don't know, I guess I need a bit more proof.

[she shrugs and just lets out a sigh because while she would like to change her mind, she can't just accept their situation just yet. it'd be easier if she had her friends with her to figure out but the last she remembers she wasn't even sure if they were alive and seeing some of them in the pods, leaves her wondering how real any of this is] Anyway, my name is Clarke.

[witchhooded]

[ Jade can see it's a topic neither of them are particularly ready to budge on, and that's fine. She isn't going to give Clarke a hard time for her thoughts, either; it's not illogical. ...For her, seeing people she knows are dead in those pods, sleeping away soundly, it was enough. Clarke doesn't have that, Jade assumes.

But Jade grins bright and wide, the white furry dog ears perched atop her head suddenly shooting up at attention in tune with the smile. ]

Hello, Clarke! I am Jade. I'm from the year 200...9? I think! Technically. Although maybe it is more like 2012, now that it has been three years. What about you?

[romancekiller]

[clarke feels similarly knowing that they would both have to agree to disagree or end up talking about their opinions on the situation in circles. she smiles back, briefly looking surprised by her dog ears but she doesn't really dwell on it too much in case asking about it made jade uncomfortable] It's nice to meet you Jade— that's quite a way back in my past, well before I was born at least. It would currently be 2149 where I'm from.

[witchhooded]

[ Jade's a total furry, please don't think the ears are weird. She loves them. She will love Clarke if Clarke agrees they are awesome. ]

Umm, in that case, I guess I should say that I soooooooort of caused the apocalypse? It's all pretty weird and timey-wimey or whatever but it's pretty great to hear that people are surviving that far ahead!

[ J...ade also is honest to a fault. ]

Although for what it is worth I do not know if it's the same world we are from. I only survived because my brother saved me!

[romancekiller]

[clarke furrows her brows in confusion hearing that and how she readily claims to having been the cause of the apocalypse. it's definitely not something you hear people exactly admit to] You caused the apocalypse?

[it doesn't make sense to her from what she does know so she can only conclude that they are from different worlds] Earth was irradiated from the nuclear war so I don't think we would be from the same world unless you were involved with that.

[witchhooded]

Nope! That wasn't us, mine was meteors!!!

[ How one person can say this in such a chipper way is questionable, really. At the very least, her smile is apologetic. ]

It was sort of inevitable, and we needed to do it to make a new world. And then we had to make another one, hehe, it's was a lot of building, in the end.

[romancekiller]

Oh— [from hearing out jade talk about her world, it still sounds just as confusing to her especially with how she manages to say it all with a smile] Yeah, that definitely sounds...different. You had to rebuild you world?