❪ 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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[vacuum]

[ Honestly, Chuuya should let the world burn. He's not a good person. He's done so many bad things. He decides to do one (1) respectable thing and save a young girls' life and this is what he gets out of it. His face pales as he watches Clair empty her stomach contents into his beloved hat. In fact, he turns so pale it might be difficult to discern just which one of the two is the sick one.

He then screams ... wordlessly. ] ~~~~!!

[ Chuuya stares at the vomit in his hat for a good two more seconds, his hands on the rim shaking like he's in some emotional grief. He then drops the soiled hat and hits Clair on the back of her head. ] WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!? THAT WAS MY ONLY HAT! I'LL KILL YOU, ASSHOLE!

descent

[demonly]

[ Catching these things is actually proving to be easier with practice, but it was still really taxing. Especially because the "comfort the person inside" part doesn't come as naturally as his brute strength. But seeing the person inside scramble out all nervously reminds him of his brother when they were young, so he does his best to try and appear as non-threatening as possible. ]

It's fine, I don't think any more pods will come this way for at least a little while. [ He gives a shrug, pretty much the opposite in levels of stress compared to this person, at least visually. ] But what would ya wanna use these for? Some computer-y thing?

[wildest]

If they just had people rain down from the sky, apples wouldn't be a far-off possibility, but looks like that's not happening anytime soon. They'll have to work for their meal. But at least it'll be a little easier than all the other stuff they've been doing in the past few hours.

Kotetsu lifts her up with ease, ignoring the ache in his muscles and bones. He even continues to hold her hand in case she needs some time to adjust to being back on her feet. "It's not gonna be anything like a four-course meal, but it'll do for now. Hopefully you're not a picky eater."

He takes a brief chance to look her over for a moment. "How're you holding up by the way?"

[trybelieving]

I'd appreciate the help, but let me know if you change your mind.

[ Tink won't push, she just wants to make sure that no one's needs go unnoticed. some of the tents were damaged during the landing, and with so many people rushing around, it's impossible to get a count of who needs shelter for the night. eventually, someone might take her up on the offer. and that's fine, especially when sleep feels so far off for her.]

I thought if I could get this one up, I could start looking through some of the damaged supplies that have been cast aside. I'd bet I can get a few oddly shaped shelters out of the leftovers.

[ they won't be perfect, but neither is this one at the moment. she pulls tighter around a corner.]

I'd hate to leave anyone out in the cold.

just one sip my pretty (also a bit of handwaved magic)

[foes]

It hadn't been too hard to find a volunteer to follow him back to the water source once he'd located it. (What was difficult was swallowing past the reflex not to involve anyone else to begin with. But these were more than extenuating circumstances.) Peter at least knew how to keep the adventure, well... adventurous. Bucky discovers there's a little more to Peter, fortunately, than the gregarious music enthusiast he'd met on the station. Having nearly had a brawling match with Rocket in the simulator during his earliest days awake, it had only been a matter of time before he'd made it his business to scope out his crew.

A lot of big talk about saving galaxies. (A lot of thievery of belongings, under Rocket's instruction.)
Hard to gauge how much of this was genuine.

But now, they're moving through the brush at dusk in tandem, Peter keeping a professionally low profile and moving with precision. Bucky's almost of a mind to be impressed. At the very least, he's glad he didn't saddle himself with a complete idiot—

"—Wait," he hisses, as Quill wades into the fresh, mostly unremarkable stream, "don't just drink it, what if it isn't—"

...safe.

From all the splashing, he can't tell if Quill's actually taken a drink yet.
If he has been saddled with an idiot, it may not be for much longer.

[eusford]

[ have you ever considered mcfucking dying?? also archer can comment on crowley's neck when he's done lookin like he's trying to give dumbo a run for his money. ]

Don't make it sound like the world's out to get us.

[ Even though that's exactly what it seems like. Not that he minds, really, for what they've been told his previous world has been destroyed so it's not like it could get any worse. (He doesn't even bother knocking on wood.)

The most the man earns when he takes steps ahead is a small sigh, the vampire sticking to his own pace. ]

I'm pretty sure I'll hear anything coming our way miles before it actually gets close. I think our only problem would be if people left us behind.

[jurisdick]

[ .... that's fair.

it isn't that big of a risk, given the fact he's seen the others already using theirs around as if it's no big deal. it should be a big deal, should be something coveted, but then again, everyone here has their own quirks. their own special powers. so maybe it's not risky at all.

that, and he hasn't actually bothered to summon robin hood much today so, he hums, almost thoughtfully, before bringing his hand up to his face, a red mask materializing, his clothes shimmering until they turn a brilliant white with gold accents, and a large figure appears behind him. ]

[winddaughter]

Telling her she's needed to cooperate is exactly the way to get her not to cooperate. She understands panic. She understands urgency. She just doesn't understand them right now.

She pushes out, yelling nonsensically, the nails of her fingers looking to claw at the woman, or at the very least get her away.

"My head hurts! Leave me alone!"

[totheno1]

[Don't worry, Nanjo is just the type to be like that. Argumentative for the sake of doing so.]

...

[He was going to tell her what he can do, but instead just stares at her like she broke all the laws of physics. Which technically she could, as far as he was concerned.]

So if you only do it with your own time, wouldn't that be more like controlled teleportation?

[fakers]

[ archer seems wrapped up enough in constructing the tent, which honestly isn't that difficult, that he mostly ignores shu's comments. at this point, his attention actually seems fixated more on the tent, and its components, than the person he's ostensibly building it for...

but whatever, the point is he's getting the job done. once he has the foundation completed, he glances back at shu. ]

In truth, it doesn't matter much to me whether you live or die. It would just annoy me if this tent was wasted.

[ especially after he put so much work into it, geez. ]

If you don't intend to use it, feel free to let someone else.

[jurisdick]

[ ... that's odd. very odd.

he quirks a brow, realizing that if she is faking, it's a very artful and well-done charade. he doesn't reach out to touch her, but instead reaches for the fallen wood, eerily calm about the whole thing. not until the wood is safely tucked away in his arms does he look back to her. ]

Are you all right?

[wildest]

You're not dangling people off of body parts, how are you even gonna get around yourself?

[He was a little too preoccupied with his escape efforts to notice the whole floating thing. Kotetsu begins twisting this way and that, appearing to try and get rid of the crick in his back.]

Just gimme a second and I'll-- [POP! Impromptu physio complete.] GOT IT.

III

[dodgingbullets]

[Jane has found privacy in the vicinity as well, though she doesn't see the girl, as she's turned the other way.

Her right elbow has been injured when her pod landed on its side, and the sleeve of her blouse, now on the ground by her feet, is ruined with blood. She, too, is careful with her movements.

At Buffy's remark, Jane gives an agreeing nod that is paired with a slight shrug.]

It's... clean. Yeah? [And here we have a moment of Jane looking on the bright side.

She raises her good arm to allow for the sleeve to slip past it.] That's one down. [She says to herself with a hint of pain pushing through her tone.]

[eusford]

[ There's certainly no way they'll be able to clean their clothes completely, but it's better than nothing. And confirming a source of water is beneficial to humans so there's nothing to lose... for her, at least. ]

Right, right, this way~

[ East from camp. He's able to hear it perfectly if he focuses in on that and not the hundreds of steady heartbeats all around. It's difficult, to say the least, but soon enough he's able to single out the source. ]

You look like you've been through hell.

[ just a quick fyi ]

[fisherwife]

I'm afraid ceremony is all some of us have. [But her tone is light anyhow; they've all lost pretty much everything else at this point, so maybe a fall back to old formalities could be forgiven.

He's a bit of the theatrical one, isn't he? Mipha watches him with an amused little smile.] I am. Pleased to meet you, Ardyn. [She bows her head again in greeting as she introduces herself-- speaking of old formalities... She speaks with an automatic, practiced sort of air:] I am Mipha, the Zora's princess and champion. [And then, a split second later, with no small degree of sheepishness, she adds:]

Though such titles mean little now. I suppose it was just habit.

[ladya]

[ Ceasing her so-called "test" with a firm handshake, an ordeal that basically amounted to seeing if some gestures are more universal than others, Aranea steps back. She examines the skies, welcoming the relief of looking at such a scene with her feet firmly planted on the ground, even if the canopy of constellations and moons are fundamentally different than those at home. ]

Nobody better for the job than you, Ser Archer. [ His stoicism is so fundamentally knightly, she can't help but comment on it.

Responding naturally to his question, there's more she's pondering in her mind, but mentioning it would be unnecessary. And awkward. ]

Still feeling the effects of the adrenaline, of everything happenin' all at once. Not used to the snoring either.

[wildest]

Don't jinx it! [Is the responding complaint while Kotetsu adjusts his feet, widens his stance and puts a little more of his back into trying to pry open the door. There's a creak, and then it pops right on open with Kotetsu stumbling for a moment before he rushes forward and--

oh sweet child your clothes.]

What happened--? N-nevermind, let's get you out! C'mon, c'mon!

um? he's good?

[ripvanwinkled]

[Snake's more than likely anticipated Junpei's stress. It's why he took so long, actually. He braced himself for it, through his own stress of being trapped in what could have been another coffin, and the amount of times of his own reminders he was really just more of a burden than help when he couldn't hold something. It was infuriating, but he's as calm as he can be. As calm as he has to be, for the friend he has here.]

When life gives you lemons. [He offers a smile, moving his hand from over Junpei's to take the metal pieces from his hands. He sets it aside for later, then moves to gently push him into sitting back.] I don't know either, but... I'm just grateful we weren't made into lemonade. Don't exert yourself after that. You haven't eaten.

[demonly]

Huh? Really?

[ Oh. That was easier than he thought. He takes the bag gratefully, tilting his head to the side a bit while he tries to come up with something else he can barter with. ]

Isn't there something else ya need? Like, uh... [ Well. Pretty much everything he was given other than his own belongings was burned up in the crash, but there had to be something he could offer!! ] To move something heavy? Or I can help build a shelter! Probably...

I'll feel bad if I just take this.

[ It's probably bad luck to take things from strangers, after all. ]

[coolerjunpei]

[...uh, well. damn. that's a thing. in another place and time Junpei wouldn't stare up at that... figure... with as much apparent calm as he does, but after this day? after the past few weeks, even before coming here? he can't even be surprised that this high school boy just had a magical boy transformation and summoned a big... dude.

a big dude.]

Uh... wow. So that's looking pretty wizardy from here...

[totheno1]

If he notices the reaction, he doesn't comment. Instead, he opens his own first-aid kit that they were given inside their pods.

"Observation plays a key part in learning. Perhaps not the best of times, but I'm sure a few would appreciate the aid, even if it's just holding down someone or aiding to calm an injured person. You should also have a medical kit in your pod."

[fakers]

[ he hadn't really expected anything, so that's no surprise. they'd both been rather wrapped up by simply keeping all these pesky humans around them alive; expecting her to have actually learned anything significant in the meanwhile would have been unreasonable. ]

Yes, I agree. As long as we remain in the company of this large a group, it'll be difficult to get anything done. [ he'd always been the type to act more independently... but at the same time, he can't exactly just get up and run off right now. ]

Though you probably already know this, Rin is here as well. I haven't noticed anyone else from our... [ world? that's a somewhat strange way to put it. ] Wherever we came from.

A that might end up going into b?? makes vague hand gestures

[fisherwife]

[Mipha hadn't really been intent on lecturing so much as gently suggesting that Hawke's stumbled into the wrong tent. Coming back to her tent to find a strange human woman laying in it wasn't the most startling thing to happen to her today, but it was definitely on the sliding scale.

But given Hawke's protests, Mipha quickly changes track] I... was simply going to ask if you'd needed healing yourself. If you're that tired then please do rest. I can watch over you.

[eusford]

[ He's grabbing the rabbits by the eats, eyeing them before his gaze returns to her. Mildly bleak before he gives a shrug of his shoulders. Her comment earns a glisten of light in his eyes, even as a sigh manages to worm its way out of his throat. ]

I was able to eat at one point.

[ Just not anymore. Which is why he even knows what to do in the first place, which admittedly is going to take a long process between skinning the hunted animals and actually cooking them. ]

It'll take a little bit of time, you willing to wait? [ He doesn't even pause before he's finding a clean (or relatively clean) surface to lie the rabbits down. ] Of course you are, I know. Maybe a better question is if you'll be keeping me company?

[jurisdick]

[ a big dude, indeed. akechi's fingers curl as if removing the red mask from his face, and both the outfit and big dude disappear, returning to the status quo. ]

Perhaps. I figured it would be more wizardy if he could heal. [ said calmly, even though there's a slight tiredness creeping in. he didn't think summoning robin hood would take that out of him. how curious? ]