❪ 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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[quivers]

[ Kate's pretty confident at the start. She's gotten herself out of tougher scenarios. Even if those times she usually had someone stuck in the mess with her. That or she had her arrows to get her out of — she has her arrows! Except — well, that idea falls flat almost too quickly. Maybe a "splody" arrow could crack a giant hole in this thing, but the space was too small. She'd take herself down with it.

But she's sure an idea will come to her, that she could somehow strategically get the giant piece of scrap metal off of her somehow. The only (out of many) problem was that time was just as sensitive.

As she calculates the passing time in her head, she knows she's losing oxygen. With a busted pod not producing anymore and her surroundings clamped by the dirt, breathing was no longer coming easy. You got this, Kate. You can figure it out.

With a few seconds of holding her breath, she lets out the air in reaction to the sudden voice outside. Her eyes widen, hope beaming in her cheeks once again. ] Hey! I hear you, I — [ Collect your thoughts again, Kate. ] I think this pod gained a few pounds in its galactic travel, don't you think?

[ Because joking when you're dying is totally cool, right? ]

[quevalry]

[ Seeing people's reaction when she just appears in front of them is always a kicker for her. Laughing without a care in the world, Lena lightly taps her chronal accelerator. ] With this!

I can jump around through time and this allows me to control it. [ Otherwise, well, she doesn't want to go into that. ] Sorry, I didn't care you, did I? [ Because that isn't part of her plans, not today at least. There are important duties at hand. ]

[totheno1]

[Don't worry Ann, the first stupid thing being sprouted was pretty much how his entire group of friends operated at the time.]

I do not, unfortunately. Perhaps I can go see if anyone else has such treats on them, but I suspect it will be more a situation of eating what we can find... [Something he's not quite used to, but he had some experience in, albeit briefly.]

As for our...predicament...[He scoffs.]..it is a rather unique situation. Hopefully we can make the most of what little tools we have. I wish they had at least give us weapons. A proper blade would have been handy.

[politrick]

[O...kay. Merlin doesn't know what to do here for a moment except watch. That's... that's very nice?]

I don't want it, I only want to look inside of it! Is that bad?

[planetary_bonds]

[A nod. He seems to be thinking on it.]

Providing heat and light. I see.

[He nods his head to his own handful.] So your work leads into mine.

[ripvanwinkled]

There's no need to lose an arm catching a guy who's lost an arm before. Snake wasn't so injured that he needed to be carried from his pod, but being disorientated as well as blind doesn't help him not run into Cayde. And when he does, his left arm jerks and makes sizzling noises it probably shouldn't be making as he braces himself on the Exo.

"I'm sorry, but I'm... going to need more than directions."

healing

[personalwar]

[ There are a lot of injured. Most of the wounds aren't serious, so it becomes a matter of prioritizing, though 76 has been reluctant to break out any of his biotic canisters just yet. He'd rather save them for an emergency (he only has so many) and there seem to be plenty of other people here who have medical knowledge and abilities beyond anything he could do.

He sees the line that's forming, and more noticeably, he sees the large figure floating behind a teenage girl. They seem to be providing at least some of the aid, except then the girl withdraws slightly from the crowd, seeming to need a breather or something.

It's not a good idea, to let the people who are expecting help from you see your weakness. If anything, she probably needs a break, but there isn't the time or place for that. Or if she's going to do it, she'd be better removing herself entirely from the chaotic crowd.

76 strides toward her, his rifle resting over his shoulder so that he can have one hand free. Though it's also because his bruised ribs are starting to bother him now that the some of the adrenaline has worn off, and this posture takes some of the edge off of the pain. Besides, there hasn't been anything to fight yet, which is one small blessing in this whole mess. ]

You better shape up or move away from here, kid. There's other people we can call in to help with the wounded here.

[ He's brusque, to be sure, but his guess is that someone her age doesn't have experience with a crisis situation quite like this one. So right now? She's only making things worse.

He's also curious about her silent companion, though, and takes the chance to look it (her?) over while he waits for the girl to answer. ]

[trybelieving]

I think we all are.

[ not that he needs a pep talk from her, they seem about the same in terms of trying to process this latest turn of events. Tink worries for the heroes still sleeping, and wonders how long they might be out - will she ever speak to them again? It was so foolish of her to take it all for granted in the first place, but she'd thought once they were sent back to Storybrooke that things might change for the better.

instead there was Zelena, and now there's all of this. even the Wicked Witch is still in stasis.]

I've seen things most wouldn't believe, but I've never been through anything like this.

[ coming from Tinker Bell, that might truly be saying something.]

All we can do is our best. Look at how we've exhausted ourselves looking out for each other today. I think it'll be enough.

[unchainedwolf]

[He glances off to the side at that last remark. He didn't mean to call her stupid, but it seems that she took it that way. He doesn't try to correct it though. He knows now she isn't from his world, so there is no point.]

It's a material in my world. It's magical and deadly.

[And in his skin, not by choice either.]

[buraiha]

[ i play ferid so i understand your pain. kagami. and 200 feet, huh. if it were anyone else, they might have a question or ten on the tip of their tongue. oda, for his part, just accepts it as word of god. it seems legit. or rather, when you're essentially a (former?) member of a superpower mafia, things like powers start to become a normal thing. though superhuman strength and hearing? either the guy won the superpower lottery, or there's something else at work there. it's not oda's place to pry, however, and so he considers the the distance, before nodding.

wait. ]

One sec.

[ not before he grabs his canteen and, after a moment, gets two nearby people to cough up their canteens too, before he rejoins crowley in their soon-to-be adventure to a river. ]

Let's go, then. [ he doesn't know which direction in two hundred feet, so he'll wait for the guy to take the lead. ]

[valcurie]

So you do know better.

( She laughs, and kind of pat/slaps his shoulder blade. Yeah, she is feeling a bit strange in the head. At least for the next few minutes, she thinks, until the miracle of technology saves her. Already she can feel the familiar warmth creeping up her skull. )

If I say yes, will you let me down?

[quivers]

[ Kate's pretty good when it comes to meeting new people. She's of the talkative sort so making conversation is a piece of pie in her experience, often being a little too cheery for anyone's preferences, but she can get pretty comfortable with talking to just about anyone in her vicinity if she puts the easy effort.

Unless, of course, the person happens to have the unfortunate appearance of a psychotic murderer on the loose.

As soon as her eyes glance over the red liquid over shiny silver, Kate twists on her ankle, ignoring the still lingering pain at her ribs, to point the arrow directly at the man. ] Oh, yeah? Or how about I aim for you, machete man?

iii

[eusford]

[ Crowley is only experiencing some fatigue due to the lack of blood, but it's nothing too noticeable considering him answering slowly and at his own pace should be familiar. At least for her, a person who was unfortunate enough to be stuck with him during a training simulation. ]

I don't eat, so it doesn't really matter to me what it tastes like.

[ He couldn't even humor the possibility of drinking from a dead rabbit. ]

I've cooked rabbit before, though. [ Does he even remember if he did it well? Of course not. ] So I can give it a shot if you're that concerned.

[coolerjunpei]

[Junpei just keeps making the same face at him as he wipes off his own hand, like come on... really...

But the sword is much, much cooler than all of that spit stuff!! He's actually listening, since he has no idea how to deal with a normal sword, let alone a weird, kinda doofy looking one? What the hell?]

Haha, what? Who makes a sword that can poison the person holding it?

[He's going to deftly not bring up the strength stats stuff, becaaause this sword is way cool!! Time to give it a swing or two. He has no proficiency at all and looks like an idiot.]

Man, this is great! Too bad about the sword pact pact [yes] or I could tell your friend how cool this is!

[laveers]

[ ok she's tough but not that metal ]

— Will it do this with only food and water?

body heat

[flashystyle]

I'm just thankful we aren't going to tell ghost stories of anyone that's been made into a meat pie on the way down. Imagine what their spirit would look like? Horrendous.

[It's a morbid subject to be smiling about, and yet? Dorian still offers one as he takes a seat down beside her.]

Don't make me jealous if you get a gentlemen in your bedroll, now. What drink do you miss the most?

[coolerjunpei]

[He's lost and confused and got here last, okay. Maybe he'll need most of a tent. You never know.]

Uh— wait, you mean you've been using that thing to... do something besides simple and convenient rain protection?

[His vocabulary needs time to synchronize. But also: it's a goddamn umbrella.] So what am I here for?

[fisherwife]

[Mipha closes her eyes and bows her head briefly in acceptance.] Perhaps for a few minutes then, I will join you.

[A little bit of a rest would be fine, right? Even she had to acknowledge her own limitations and need for rest. Once in while.

She sits and rests her hands in her lap, staring into the fire. It's strange too to be able to feel the heat of it, but it makes a stark reminder that she's alive.] I'm afraid I don't get as cold as the Hyl-- Humans. [humans, they weren't Hylians] But it's appreciated nonetheless.

--I'm sorry, I didn't even ask your name before I sat down.

[unchainedwolf]

Definitely not Ferelden then.

[Maybe Camelot was somewhere else? It didn't sound Orlais though, and he knew it wasn't in Tevinter.]

We must not be from the same world then.

[totheno1]

[A man in his shoes? In more ways than one. Kei was above most of modern society, the 0.1% of the world, an heir to an incredibly, vast fortune. If he hadn't met his friends, his reaction might have been different, but now he just pushes his glasses silently, adding;]

Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes.

[Still, he can't help but agree with her.]

However, I do agree they will require our help. Alive, if possible. So Miss, what are yours, exactly? From the way they presented our group, our skills were more...unique than the others.

[That, and he can't sense a Persona on her.]

[beknight]

[ She'd miss, but that's not point. He holds up both hands, makes no quick or threatening moves. ]

Been a little busy to take a shower. This is deer blood.

[exorion]

Yeah, yeah. You're fine. [Clearly he's not buying it.] Let's get your leg looked at at least, put a splint on it if you're gonna insist on hobbling around.

B

[planetary_bonds]

[When Aoi passes by, Yusei seems to be in the process of trying to dismantle the engine section of his own escape pod. He's crawled on top of it and almost looks like he's halfway buried in the mechanisms at this point.

He's either somehow heard Aoi walking by or is just asking out of the blue and hoping someone answers, but either way his muffled voice is coming out of the depths of the pod.]

Ah...if you don't mind, could you pass me that piece of scrap metal there? The one I twisted into a Y-shape...

[His hand is aimlessly pointing at a scrap pile he's accumulated next to the pod, but there is a distinctively shaped piece that's a foot or so away from it. It seems to have dropped from the side of the pod, apparently.]

get them bearings

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Angel had been lost in thought, head tilted up and eyes fixated on the two moons for the past who knows how long. She jumps a little at the sudden company, but settles quickly, scooching over a little to give some room on the log she's perched on. ]

Yes, of course. Are you having trouble sleeping as well?

[coolerjunpei]

You think they might have planned being attacked? [He'll totally find someone to blame real fast if that winds up being the truth. He looks up as he walks, at the moon, like that will tell him whether or not everyone still asleep up there is safe. Fuck this, really—]

Wh- oh. Uh, thanks. We should be okay. [...] I'm Junpei. If you want to... hang out I guess, come find us?