❪ 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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iii, post-final wave

[planetary_bonds]

[Yusei himself doesn't seem to have bothered with the clothes himself-if anything he's already discarded the jacket he came with and is sitting only in a torn muscle shirt and jeans. So there's something resembling like-mindedness, there.

On the other hand, it might be because he's too busy, using the light of the fire to work at repairing someone's broken compass, using other pieces of gathered scrap metal as makeshift tools to work on the tiny mechanisms inside. He nods distractedly at her first comment, clearly not paying attention.

He looks confusedly up after a few seconds, though.]

...Is your bedroll in need of repair...?

[it completely went over his head. he's that focused on fixing things right now.]

iv

[fakers]

[ frankly, archer hadn't even noticed the blood on his clothing... though there was quite a bit of it. he'd honestly gotten used to the scent, and the bright red cloth hid the sight of blood quite well. no matter how much he cleaned it, the blood would never truly... blah blah, you get the picture, he's pretty emo about this. ]

Hm? [ he's a little surprised that someone else would have even noticed, given how well the blood blended into his clothing.

but the man had a point... even if the blood didn't really bother archer, it probably didn't make a good impression if he just walked all over the place getting blood on everyone's carpets. even if they don't have carpets right now. ]

That isn't a bad idea. [ clothing issues aside, finding a source of water would probably be important. ] Lead the way.

[strictdiscipline]

[ Why is her life just a string of moronic men, one after another? What god did she piss off in a past life to deserve this worst of fates?

Her senses have dulled enough that she doesn't notice the sniff - not that she smells of anything out of the ordinary, just dust and sweat and charred meat from someone's cooking experiment gone wrong. Honestly, the only thing she's really paying attention to is the fact that he's still encroaching upon her territory and she's quickly losing patience by the second. ]

With that attitude, I'm not sure you'd even be able to recognize any writing that was on it.

[ Aren't most five year olds illiterate? ]

If you need help unpacking, I can help.

[ AS LONG AS HE GETS OUT. ]

[tub]

...

[ there's a brief sigh here. maybe even a light click of his tongue, albeit its a bit subdued. shu wasn't one for exaggerative gestures, after all. if anything it took that much more energy. either way, he seems to stare at her, before shaking his head. in a quieter voice: ]

Humans are fragile. [ not that she specifically struck him as being particularly fragile. moreover, while he hasn't been here long, nor has he been very proactive in comprehending the terms of this new world set-up— he does know that not all the people here are as he expects.

hence, he seems to eye her for a moment too long before— ] ... are you going to take responsibility?

[ what does this mean and why does it sound so ominous in this context?? ]

alec lightwood | ota

[offthatpath]

fourth wave;

[The landing is rough for Alec. He's not fond of the feeling of falling when he has no way of controlling said fall. And aside from some brief glimpses of ground as the pod tumbles through the air, he's not quite sure where exactly he's landing. The pod is a liability at this point that he has no way of escaping.

The closer his pod gets to the ground, the more his body braces itself for impact. It takes him a few moments to realize that whatever cushion the pod is supposed to provide, it's not. And then he crashes. The pod dives hard into the ground and rolls a few feet. Alec's side impacts the glass hard on the way down and it cracks.

He lays there for a moment, breathing hard, before shifting so he could get his foot on the glass and begin kicking it open from the inside.

A little help?]

the other waves;

[Assured that he has his stele and bow, Alec jumps into the fray assisting with the other waves of pods. He applies Marks for strength, speed, and endurance to his skin, which appear as large black tattoos. He helps with opening pods and carry those who are injured or unconscious to the medically trained people on stand-by. It doesn't take him long to figure out that they need a better form of leadership than a voice in their head.]

The strongest...entities should take point. Attempt to catch or at least slow the pursuit of the pods coming in too fast. Some of the pods are malfunctioning. The rest of us need to get to the landed pods as soon as we can and get them open. Check for injuries. Those who aren't clearly awake inside should take precedence as they may be unconscious or worst.

a-c;

[Alec doesn't allow himself to stop moving even after everyone has been recovered from the pods. He looks for familiar faces first, hoping to find his family among those who have fallen. Next, he searches through the supplies left to them, picking out the things that seem the most useful: rations, a change of clothes, a sleeping bag, and compass.

He's never actually camped before, being both a Shadowhunter and a New Yorker. His feet have always remained strictly in the city for the most part. Which makes things interesting when it comes to setting up camp. He quickly learns that setting up tents is a special brand of hell.]

What is the point of this? We're expending energy trying to set up coverage that we don't need. The sleeping bags will provide enough warmth for a night. It's not like we'll be here long.

jade harley | first wave

[witchhooded]

a; (mostly) smooth landing

[ It's a rude wake up call, really. Jade doesn't hold it against either Darma or Sael, though. There's one thing that frightens her, in the end; the prospect of people staying behind... still. Still. She's going in first and for the sake of other people, she puts her worries aside. This isn't the time for what ifs and but can we reallys. Before she knows it, action is already picked over flight for her (in a manner of speaking, even if she's technically literally flying through the air) and when Jade lands with the rest of the first arrivals, it's with a far duller thud than the rest of the pods. She doesn't know exactly where the rest are falling, but her own descent can be easier, simpler and that's already a help to everyone here.

So her pod lands and she bursts out of it, floating for a moment before settling her ruby red slippers into the grass. ]

...Okay! [ With a clap of her hands, she looks skyward. There are remnants of green static flickering around her pod, dissipating into nothingness slower than she's used to. Hmm. There's a limit, she's sure of it. ] How many people do we think are landing and how much can you carry?

[ It's a fair question! ]

b; a much smoother landing

[ So it turns out knowing where to direct your telekinesis-slash-witchy powers helps immensely. Jade doesn't have brute strength but possesses the ability to make sure that people have a much less rude landing that the rest. While some will be unable to experience the gentlest thud known to mankind as their pod is lowered to the ground, a fair few will be able to say at some point that they landed, mostly in peace.

Jade uses her powers to the best of her ability to keep things as calm as possible, though it's admittedly still not easy to say that it's a perfect landing. There's a lot of noise and chaos and shouting - they really are going to be roughing it soon - but for right now, your pod lands sweetly and serenely and there's a knock on the pod door instead of someone ripping it open. ]

Are you doing okay in there! [ ... ] Also can I open it or do you want some privacy a little longer.

c; obnoxious vegetarian sounds

[ When all is well and good, there's a lot of foraging to be done. Jade's not one to point anything of her's at an innocent creature, and she's pretty fine with people doing what they need to do in order to survive. That said.

That said.

There's asparagus and berries, so Jade brings the by the arm fulls and then some back to a campsite (every campsite), looking incredibly proud of herself. ]

Now we don't need to hunt! It's great, right? Just gotta keep warm and full until our next communication with Darma and Sael...

[ With a thoughtful little hum, Jade leans back on the balls of her feet, ruby slippers glimmering like starlight. ] They'll definitely keep everyone asleep safe, you think... I think.

d; wild card

[ please hit me up on walpurgisnacht or my ooc plotting comment if you'd like to hash something else out - i'm very much up for anything! ]

rin okumura | first wave

[demonly]

1a. the descent (first wave)

[ The impact of falling on the earth of El Nysa is a painful one, at best. Excruciating, at worst. It takes Rin a few moments after the loud and abrupt landing to fully realize what just happened, that there were several pieces of debris through his limbs and the faint smell of smoke in the air. Blearily, he pushes open the excuse for hatchet door, destroyed by the impact and drags himself out of the pod and onto the dirt. ]

Ow....what the hell....

[ Normally, he'd just yank whatever debris out of him like it was nothing, but the impact of the fall has made him weak and less inclined to use physical effort. Instead, a faint blue light can be seen from a distance emitting from his pod, and upon further inspection, it would appear that both he and the pod are on fire - definitely easily mistaken as being caused by the impact, but is in fact, his own doing to clear debris away in a fast way. ]

1b. the descent (all waves)

Hey, hey, are you awake in there?!

[ There's an obnoxious tapping at the glass in the hatchet of the pod (not terribly unlike a child tapping a fish tank) that he's just caught from the sky, attempting to wake whoever was inside. He's not the most graceful with these rescue missions, but he's doing what he can, even if his words may sound muffled from the thick glass and metal. ]

Hold on, I'll get ya out!

[ The next sound the inhabitant of the pod would hear is the screeching of metal as he pries open the door, worried and bright eyes peering in as he did so. ]

2. gather your bearings

[ In his rush to get out of his own pod, thus burning the great majority of it, Rin also happened to burn the most of his rations - meaning that in the moment, he's going hungry. He's been sulking around the camps that are in the process of being set up, long faced and pouty because of his own irrationality, thinking hard in attempt to find a way out of this. The fastest way out of it seems to be bugging the first person that comes his way to try to make a trade before it gets too dark out and he won't be of value anymore, so he'll catch someone by the shoulder gently once they come in his radius. ]

Do ya have any extra food? [ He seems like a flustered kid, just trying to make due with the situation best he knows how. A part of him feels bad begging others for help, so he gives a sheepish smile and waves his hand after his request. ] I can make a fire for ya in return, I promise.

[ Super convincing. ]

3. wildcard

[ anything else goes! ]

the first campy prompt

[strictdiscipline]

[ It's been some time since she's had to pitch her own tent and build her own campfire, but there's a reason they'd drilled through the process dozens of times in the academy and that reason had been precisely this. (Not the falling through space bit but the camping and pitching tents bit.)

Crouching down on her knees, she pulls forth one of the sturdier sticks and starts pushing it into the ground. ]

You'll want it deeper if you don't want everything to fall apart.

[ Kindly; the words are meant as a gentle correction rather than a criticism. ]

Campfire

[silverhound]

YOU!

[He points right at the chirpy redhead that hasn't taken the social cue to shut his damn pie hole since he opened it. The big silver haired dude in black leather approaches with such obvious disgust upon his face. There's one thing to invite people into a conversation but this hideous redhead has been annoying people since the first moment he dared to speak. Now Loz might be picking on the man a little since he shares such an uncanny likeness to one of the Turks but Loz dislikes him all the same.]

I don't like your face!

[His voice booms over the roaring fire as he glares down at this annoying bastard with both hands upon his hips.]

So get out!

[Now who the hell is he to be tossing people out of the camp circle? No one actually. Loz holds no authority here but don't tell him that. This overgrown edgelord thinks he's leading this little shit show here, so he's getting all rude and uppity with anyone he dislikes even for the most frivolous of reasons.]

Don't you hear me talkin' to you, red? I said scram!

II - A.

[ladya]

[ Having fallen asleep to the sound of wind at high velocity rushing down around her pummeling, encased body, she is awoken by a familiar voice, tones that she's been familiar with for years. Registering who the very likely identity of said person within her mind, Aranea may not be a sleeping dragoon anymore, but she doesn't open her eyes just yet.

Gods damn it.

When she finally looks right smack dab at Ardyn, her expression is actually completely neutral. Aranea's already thought this approach out, having seen her former boss's comatose expression in the stasis pods before. Seems their situation changed quickly around these parts. ]

Alive and kicking. [ Her hand reaches to push open the door, but the thing appears to be jammed. ] And I'll be screaming soon if you don't open this now, chancellor.

the other waves; IT BEGINS

[slay]

Gee, you think?

[ Buffy drops the pod hatch she has in hand — which is more like debris at this point, damaged as it is and torn off the pod by yours truly — and gives him a wry look. ]

Believe it or not, we've been at this for hours. We know what we're doing.

resting.

[xwings]

[ poe hasn't really done all that much yet, or at least it feels that way: the people who arrived with earlier waves have had their work cut out for them and while there was still plenty to be done by the time poe's pod touched down — crash-landed, more like — it was less.

he tries to make up for it by making sure everyone's all right, especially those who look exhausted. this kid? definitely looks exhausted, and so poe stops near him and crouches down. if he winces a little as he does so, please ignore that. his leg is fine, really. ]

You look like you could use a drink. [ he says it with a hint of a grin and a joking air to it, and when he holds out a bottle to peter, he adds: ] Just water.

lenalee lee / fourth wave

[steelettos]

LENALEE, ON THE WRONG SHOUNEN CANON
[ falling like a meteor from the sky? nope, not gonna happen again.

and that's mostly why lenalee breaks free of her pod, her boots whining, kicking the door from the inside and watching it crash to the earth. she'll need to remember where that crashed for supplies but for now—

are you currently trapped in a pod that doesn't have a parachute? no cushion? maybe it's hurtling faster than normal? she'll be breaking your door down (very politely, thank you) and flying you out in her arms. ]

I understand it's embarrassing. [ being carried by a 17-year-old girl but: ] Please don't flail. I can't guarantee not dropping you.

[ accidentally ok!! ]

LENALEE, ON HIGH-RISK CAMPING
[ it's not suspicious at all, breaking pods apart to find their needed supplies. it probably looks like she's looting, especially with a look of determination on her face, but she's not. it probably doesn't help that she's torn a high slit on the robes she found so she can move around easier.

anyone she sees who needs a sleeping bag or tent or a rare blanket she might have found here and there, she'll happily give them one.

while she'll be out and about exploring their surrounding areas, wondering what those lilypads are and investigating the empty houses along the lagoon—

crash!

yes, that is the sound of lenalee falling through the floor of one of the houses. she's getting heavy ... ]

O, ow ...

LENALEE, ON WILDCARDS
[ wanna do something else? go forth. lenalee can be found mostly everywhere. you can also pp me at jibrille to plot. ]

[politrick]

so what happens if you don't disinfect the water

or like try to swim in it

C

[maipokerface]

[There's a soft plop of something landing beside him when he's not really looking in that direction. It turns out to be a robe and the one dropping it off is a dark-haired woman clad in a similarly colored robe with a few more of them tucked under one arm against her chest.]

Looks like you had a rough time.

rescue

[sullenstallion]

[What a godawful day. There's dry blood on his face, his clothes are torn, there are twigs in his hair—in the fur of his tail. He swears he can still hear the ringing in his ears from that alarm, too, and one ear keeps flicking as he tries to force himself to unhear it. Dylas looks like he headbutted his way out of a pod and fell down a tree right after, cutting himself on every branch on the way down.

And look at this guy, offering to help! How nice.]

I'm not hurt at all. I'm absolutely fine.

[Or not. Dylas' tail is lashing and his gaze is...less than welcoming, but he really doesn't want to go to the doctor right now. That would only make him feel more useless than he already does.]

resting!

[insurgent]

[ when the worst is over, jyn begins to wander somewhere. elsewhere. farther from the clusters of people, even if it means distancing herself from the warmth of their fires. this camp is as bustling as a rebel base, flooded with chatter.

on her path away, peter's rambling catches her attention, as it brings another boy to her mind — one who never made it to the ground. and so she stops her journey to listen, drifting closer. when peter finishes his chatter (cool, an emergency landing in unknown territory is cool now, is it?), she nudges his torso with her foot. testing, maybe, or teasing. ]

[ wryly, with only the hint of a smile — ] Doesn't look like you've too many muscles.

[ let's go, stringbean. ]

[motivation]

[ he's busy, and something about his focus reminds her of johnny when he's sciencing the shit out of something, or of fancy with his little inventions and toys. he isn't part of her team; he isn't even anyone she knows at all. she doesn't want the reminder of people who aren't here right now. (johnny is, at least. johnny's awake, and dutch is glad for it because she thinks she might go out of her mind if he weren't.)

either he's very distracted, or very clueless. dutch's lips quirk up into something more genuinely amused. ]

No. Why, you good with a thread and needle?

arrival;

[fakers]

[ admittedly, magical flower shields from the trojan war probably weren't meant to be used as giant baseball mits... but so far, archer's was doing a decent enough job. unfortunately, there was hardly enough time for him to be able to slow each of these pods' descents, so all he could was choose the ones that seemed to be falling at particularly treacherous speeds. or those that looked like they were about to fall somewhere they shouldn't.

he takes a few moments to catch his breath after managing to set ermes' pod on the ground... well... not gently, but at least more gently than it would have fallen otherwise.

while he's initially a bit concerned about her status, when she gets out of the pod cursing it's obvious he doesn't have anything to worry about. ]

It sounds like you're alright, at least.

Dorian Pavus | Fourth Wave

[flashystyle]

DESCENT - GROUP FOUR

[You've never seen a man step out of those pods with such grace and grandeur. Dorian steps from his pod with his head held high, leaning on his staff in an up and coming hero stance. You could make a statue of this figure. His silhouette casts an endless shadow. And when he turns his head to you to speak, he smiles.]

That wasn't so bad! One minute, you're sleeping comfortably in your bed, dreaming about drinking fine wine in your underthings, and the next you're plummeting to the earth like falling stars! Do you consider yourself a star? I know I do, but– Ah, one moment.

[Aaand there he goes, keeling over with his staff turned to a walking stick. Did you like those shoes? He's throwing those things from the cafeteria up on them.]

I. PODS

It's fascinating, actually. They're still hot from the descent, so in theory, if you can get them working again, we won't have to waste our time getting to know each other in our tents and keeping warm. If what they've told me is right, running on electricity, then...

[Dorian takes a few steps back from one of the pods in better condition, motioning with his arm for those around him to do the same. The end of his staff crackles with electricity as he draws it, and in a dramatically slow motion, he brings it to the ground. Lightning strikes the pod, seeping through the metal and racing through its interior.

Low and behold, the lights of it crackle to life. Dorian draws back with a triumphant smirk across his face.] See? Working order! Now, I'll be taking this one, and if you need one of your own–

[Then he's cut off by the lights blowing themselves out, the space where one might have lied down to rest catching fire. Smoke billows out of the thing within seconds.] ... You know what? You can have that one.

II. CLOTHES

[Someone stripping around camp can't be the worst thing that's happened to you all day. And really, though he thinks he looks fantastic, Dorian isn't happy about it either. He's removed the layers of his belted shirt to cast it aside, rifling through one of the supply crates with tongue in cheek.]

Now, who thought these were a good idea? [He pulls one of the robes out from the box, holding the right to his chest with raised brows.] They can't be serious, can they?

III. CAMP

[If you're one of the unfortunate souls who was blessed with too much muscle, or... well, nothing, fear not. Dorian won't allow you to brave the cold in your horrendous attire. Whether or not you've made a show of needing it, he's descending upon you to place a hand on your arm.]

Hold this for me, will you? My hands are getting hot. [Upon his hand sits a small, blue flame, hovering just above the skin. Before you can determine whether or not it's too hot, he's pulling your arm to place in your own hands. Or, well, something of the like. What matters is: you have a space heater now.]

WILDCARD

[If you're a castmate that we have plans with, or just someone who wants another prompt/situation, go ahead and write one or ask me! I'm open to everyone!]

fourth wave

[unchainedwolf]

[Fenris is outside, his head finally no longer an issue. Even if magic had to be the cause of that. He's not complaining too much about it at the moment. He's wandering around, trying to see if anyone else was left from the last wave. And then he hears banging.

His ears twitch as he looks about, trying to find the source. He sees one last pod still unopened, and sees the glass of it shifting and shake as something hits it from the inside.]

Hold on- [He comes along side it and grabs one edge with both hands. His muscle tense, and teeth push together before-- CLUNK--

The door flys open.]

Are you uninjured?

[tub]

[ that is actually... a very deep and profound question.

unfortunately, shu provides zero insight on the topic. ... and displays zero intentions of doing as she says. at her response, he gives a exhale of something akin to humor. ] Oh? So you know how to talk back. [ if anything, he seems to garner some semblance of amusement from it. if anything, despite appearing indolent and absolutely lazy on the surface, he was still a vampire— people were naturally wary of that, and yet.

she has guts, he guesses. though, at the last part. he pauses. it almost seems like he's going to ignore her entirely. but, the second it seems like he's infringing on that territory, he speaks. ] Then, you can start by bringing me my clothes. [ look,


i'm starting this off innocently. ]

keyleth - first wave

[zephrah]

i.

[ Keyleth wants to scream the whole way down. Not because she's afraid of the fall--she can survive it, so long as she doesn't do something stupid like turn into a fucking goldfish--but because everything she loves and values is up there, while she's being thrown down here, wherever the here will ultimately be. You PROMISED, she wants to scream to remind them, but it sticks in her throat. There's just, falling. The dizzy familiar sensation of a plummet and the wrenching and jarring of a sudden impact. It knocks the wind out of her, but she's had worse. She's had a lot worse.

It's chaos as she crawls out of the hatch, coughing and gasping for air, smoke and metal and shattered earth everywhere, but she slaps a hand against her chest and channels a healing spell to ease the pain of her bruised body. Then she stumbles over to another hatch and yanks at the door--someone's probably inside, right? ]

Hello?! Can you hear me? I think the door is stuck, can you push from the other side while I pull?

ii.

[ She's a creature of action now, emotions swimming just beneath the surface but suppressed and ignored, for the time being. More refugees begin to descend, and Keyleth's slender half-elven form shifts, grows taller, broader, skin tinged blue and white wings shooting out from her shoulder blades. She darts through the air, doing her best to catch the pods that are streaking towards the ground far too fast, wrenching open the doors on damaged vessels, and laying a healing touch on those she pulls from the metal prisons. ]

iii.

[ The hour passes fast and she's Keyleth again, shakey and pitching towards exhaustion. But there's still so much to do. She shifts again, into a large behemoth of a rock monster, and begins clearing away debris simply because she sees someone else doing it. Whoever's taking charge, she's just glad it isn't falling to her. Her glowing eyes turn towards a form much smaller than her own as she holds up half of a shattered tree and speaks in a voice that sounds like a landslide. ]

YOU WANT THIS FOR FIREWOOD MAYBE?

iv.

[ She's well and truly exhausted by the time a relative peace has settled in, but still she pushes on. Unsteady legs--now in her own, mundane half-elven form--stumble slightly as she makes her way around campfires with a container of water that she keeps refilling with a low level spell. Thankfully most of the healing seems to have been done. She's running low on magical energy. ]

Hi. Um. Are you thirsty?

[monuments]

For characters with secret identities and/or don't want to reveal their strength, is there a way to keep their identities safe while they save people?

[planetary_bonds]

[Yusei turns around in confusion, first spotting the pile of cloth at his feet, then looking up.]

Ah- [He crosses his arms. At least his gloves look relatively intact. Tough things, they are.]

It's not so bad. Other people...they must have been going through worse.