❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[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 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. 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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[witchhooded]

cont'd here, captcha strikes again

[ofseraphim]

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[witchhooded]

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[cariad]

Sure, if you say so.

[The other man looks around Shino's height and build--and age, if Shino had lived instead. His easy going manners doesn't hurt with the resemblance, either. It makes Yamagi pay attention more.]

As well as the next person, although you don't look like the sort to need my help defending yourself.

[It is rather a grim thought. He pockets the knife anyway, sticking the salvaged tools in his belt.]

Sorry. Force of habit. I know it's not a cheerful subject, but it's not like we're in a cheerful situation, either.

[witchhooded]

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[witchhooded]

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[cariad]

[He wants to come forth with his misgivings, Yamagi having always been the pessimist of the group, the one whose brain raced too fast, his body didn't often keep up. Do they need that particular shadow of doubt looming over their head while they wait? Probably not, but it feels better confiding in someone who wouldn't brush him off.]

Sometimes the whole thing seems unreal to me. Too many things falling too neatly into place to be a coincidence. I'm glad we're all safe, but this place looks too ready for humans, civilization aside.

[Only someone bred in the perpetually cold summers of Mars and rolled in its red dirt would find an unknown planet like this too comfortable.]

In any case, if you're going to be up anyway, want me to help build up a fire? It's the least I can do.

[rampager]

"Funny" would be a generous understatement.

[The humor reminds him of Gruntos, a little, if more tongue-in-cheek than the walrus had ever bothered with; Vorin can't help but respond to it. He straightens up against the wrecked pod, studying her, gaze clear and focused despite the blood-swirl of chaos that surrounds them.]

I am Vorin, of the Gnorlands. [A slight nod, a brief pause.] What sort of first aid was that, exactly? I've never received anything like it before.

[witchhooded]

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[valcurie]

( Only two options, and yet she finds this a hard decision to make. The way he looks at her is puzzling and raises a bit of pique, and she feels obliquely that she's confused by his confusion about something. There are more important details, though the amount of her concern for him doesn't diminish.

She gives it a good think. Go back to the camp, where she may find those who need her. Or, if she can pull her shit together, she can do what she's trained and equipped to do as a first responder. She bites her lip and curses in her head in German, disappointed only in herself for her so far shoddy performance. )

Right. I will go check in at camp first. Then I will come back to help recover others from pods in case they need emergency treatment. I'll keep an eye out for you, Giovanni.

( She stands, rather ungainly, but she stands, her staff like a crutch that can decently support her weight. And, in the end, there's a part of her that wants to keep an eye on him. There's something about him that makes her want to ask, what can I do to help, even if he seems to be fine. )

[witchhooded]

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[ladya]

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[noctsout]

[ To some extent. The disclaimer and caveat.

By the Six, it wasn't as though putting up a tent was like cooking, full of witchcraft and nostalgia and a chore that often took one too many steps to complete. There weren't a multitude of possibilities and answer to swim through 'cause there was only ever one way that a proper tent should look like, and it-- wasn't that. Standing upright as it were, as properly staked as it were, there was still something terribly unruly about the way that their tent was standing, crooked and heavy with the promise to devour any who dared to crawl into its depths. Or, in less caustic terms, it was whimpering its way to its untimely unraveling, but, hey. If it falls apart on top of them, at least it'd give them a chance to try again. To maybe even put it together properly, this time around. Silver lining and all that. ]

I'll-- go first.

[ Only fair, right? Only fair. That this stranger is willing to humour what is obviously going to end up in the pages of history as a bad idea is preying enough on their good will already. So, alright. Here goes.

Noct ducks underneath the tent, and-- the world stays upright, and the earth? Still solid beneath the hands and knees that he takes to. He pats down the base of the tent as though a little TLC will keep it from folding in on itself when it deemed it time and place to do so, but props to it for not collapsing right away. Props to Noct, too, for succeeding in putting up a tent all on his lonesome. Save, of course, this stranger's timely rescue of the prison-breaking stake. Poking his head out-- ] Looking good so far. It's actually not so bad from the inside.

[ Come on, let's wiggle around in the questionable tent and make it collapse, why not. ]

[ladya]

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[ladya]

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[ladya]

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[ladya]

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[witchhooded]

cont'd here!

[judicia]

( He hadn't meant to scare the other man, but he will admit, it was kind of amusing to see him jump like that. A ghost of a smile flits across his lips, both at that, and the man's willingness to call it quits. For the moment, at least. )

Good. ( There isn't much out here in the fields besides the pods and debris, but they can make do. Anders leads him over to one of the supply drops, looking for a blanket or something that they could sit on. )

You must keep in pretty good shape, if you can move all those pods around so quickly. ( He's impressed, if not a bit curious. )

[underwhelms]

Training? Me too. [ He doesn't care about your sad childhood Chuuya. ] I'm— I was—

[ Okay, now he's stumbling, and he blinks a little, expression going uncertain before schooling back into something relaxed and easy. ]

I'm a figure skater, so I know about long hours of training. But you know, it's important to have free time too, to pursue other things. For me, justing having my life made up of one thing isn't very enriching when there's so much out there to explore. Where I come from—Canada—it's got so much nature too, it'd be such a waste not to explore it.

[ He finally pauses then, giving Chuuya an expectant look. ]

[cajolery]

[ Wow??!? What a jerk... he just totally shot her down. He didn't even pretend to entertain the idea! Couldn't he tell that she was being very serious? ]

Why, how very rude! Are you not a gentleman in the least? A lady has something she wishes to say, and she shall not very well do it while being hauled about like a sack of potatoes!

[ In all likelihood, at this rate they're get to the river way before he decides to let her go. ]

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[enarms]

[ it's as John rounds a particularly tall tent carrying a collection of old bandages for disposal that he does, with full force (if zero intention), join the ranks of Men who have today stepped on, near, or into Bilbo: this case, it's into. despite how John steps back and away as quick as he can to minimise the force of it, impact is impact. if you're not aware it's happening until it's happening, it's probably too late to stop it. ]

—Shit.

[ there's also now medical waste all over the floor, and he's immediately in the slightly flustered process of grabbing at it, ] I am so sorry.

[ the collision might have been inevitable, but there's another inevitability on the horizon... ]

[circulets]

... I see.

[ He can't help but smile a little at that. Hearing what she's saying reminds him a little of home. ]

In that case, I'm sure everyone will be thankful for your efforts.

[drivein]

[ over yonder. ]

[heraldsdawn]

[ His back remains turned when she talks to him as he inspects one of the pods before him. He still listens as he rummages and in response: ]

That sounds like a good idea, but we should grab a few more people with the search. It will take awhile. [ He doesn't even notice the zipping sound as he pushes the door open more pulling out a first aid kit. Finally, he stands and goes to turn back towards the woman. ]

All right lets get st- [ But he just ends up staring as she holds a stack full of branches in hand. There's a long pause, mouth hung open before he looks into her face. ]

How'd you manage that so fast?