❪ 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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[tub]

[ the way her shock settles in is vaguely charming. an actual visual process. each reaction delicate and dainty. an intricate process that shu looks to her to analyze. when her hand pulls back he gives a small hint of humor. ] What?

Already trying to pretend to be innocent? [ he presses his mouth back against it.

his tongue slides against it once more. that is, before his eyes lock back on her and her next words. was she being indignant, he wonders? regardless: ] How I choose to look over your wound should be my choice, right? [ including being really weird and creepy about the whole thing. but, it's here, he seems to pause. i hate him so much. i hate this. ] Any other complaints? [ not that he'd listen...

aka, yeah. he's still teasing her. when will i play vane who respects women. ]

[regives]

No? [ About how he has the choice... even though, technically, he does. ] You need to warn someone if it's going to be something like this.

[ She's doing everything within her power not to tug at his hair and push him off, which of course leads to her uncurling her fingers and taking said hand back. She had flinched to the sensation of his tongue touching her palm again and—

Nah, she's done being nice. There's a line and this man had already crossed it, especially when he comments about her feigning innocence. What type of person does he think she is? ]

Yes!? [ She brings her leg up and kicks him square in the stomach, withdrawing her hand from his grasp. ] Stop acting like I'm just some girl you can play with!

[tub]

[ there was already some sort of diabolic-tier excuse ready to be deployed on the tip of his tongue. his mouth opens, already lazily attempting to conjure up the words. only, it's in this process, he hears that yes? his head instantly cants, only to see her leg come up. while he could probably dodge, he doesn't.

instead, he lets it him. he doesn't recoil much. if anything, he doesn't kick much, beyond a small movement of his upper body coming a bit more forward; his back still slouched and hunched over. that is, before he recovers with a small— ] That hurt. [ .... which she likely intended. making his words pretty pointless.

while this would have probably indicated to anyone that this was a firm stopping point. shu... is different. instead, he ... arbitrarily mentions: ] ... white? [ pink? he feels like he saw a blur of color there. under her... overcoat? but. i am also really hurt and sorry things need to be this way. ]

[regives]

[ She has all the intentions of making it hurt. His behavior was intolerable despite her attempts to remain reasonable (though admittedly those attempts were brief and without any real effort), her usual calm is met with an abrupt halt all thanks to his comments. There's no reason for her to just sit and shrug them off, too, so really her response should be expected. ]

Good.

[ She retorts quickly, examining her hand before he goes on to question that. ]

Just—! Hey! Are you serious? [ He's being serious... what kind of razor sharp vision did he have to manage a peek? Though that hardly matters. ] You're really going to be a perv in this kind of situation?

is this the day shu actually dies

[tub]

[ that commitment to temporarily incapacitate him was impressive in its own right. not that he actually expresses that (rather, he's long over it). instead, he seems to be settling in with the color of her potential undergarments. which still seems up for debate, as he cants his head towards her, as if trying to see through her clothes. unfortunately, vampires aren't equipped with that ability, however... ]

Perv? [ he laughs. almost casually and airy. as if her words were a mere misconception than... this was him actually being a sick fucko. ] Well, aren't you shameless. You're the one who showed me. [ by kicking him. that raise of a leg was apparently enough.

it's why, he finally makes a firmer assessment. ] White. [ is his final answer. ]

[regives]

What kind of logic is that? Obviously I wasn't trying to, you're just being a brat!

[ She sighs, a huge exaggeration but still necessary as she feels winded just having to speak to him. He's more of an annoyance than that one dude who did a thing in her canon... I can't remember his name but he had a statue of her made and damn was he annoying.

Leanne finally stands up on her feet, this time restraining the urge to swing and slap him across the face. ]

If you're done I've got places to go.

[tub]

[ diabolik logic. logic he has steeled into his vampire bones from a relatively young age. regardless, despite her fight back, he seems to be... enjoying it. soaking in all her reactions, even as she stands up to her feet.

at that, he picks up some bandages he found laying around earlier. tossing it her way idly and without warning. maybe precariously close to the top of her head, and with that, he also begins to turn his back, a hand drawn up touch some of the blood at the corner of his lips. ] Not bad. [ is his last words. ]