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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-07-15 04:18 pm
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❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

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.

Recommended Listening: Alex & TOKYO Rose

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[personal profile] tricksune 2017-07-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ As far as their posse's concerned, Yusuke is more of a physical technician than a support role—he really can't do much to help his teammates in medical, especially now when they're filling in holes where they're needed all around the camp. It's been what feels like ages since he's seen her last; plenty of time for some wear and tear during a long, long day. He's got his own share of scrapes and bruises to show for it. Most of them do—precisely why her job is likely harder than his.

Job being heavy lifting, presently: he's got a box of supplies in his arms when he spots Carmen's tell-tale, hourglass figure, trotting over to her... and stopping abruptly. ]


Ann? [ He leans in a little, definitely trying to peer into her mask. ] You're crying.

[ in case she is unaware ]
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[personal profile] burglarize 2017-07-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, when you put your passion into not only art but your battle, you're stuck with Yusuke. Knowing how the shit is hitting the fan? They'll need him in the future and seeing him as she looks up just eases her mind. The more friends, the more Ann inflates to the bubbly girl that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Yusuke is ... the same as ever, and it makes it all the easier to wipe away her tears and dust herself off. Casting another Dia against someone with a gash across their head. ]


I was not! I just needed to take a break for a minute! It's really exhausting casting for an hour straight!
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[personal profile] tricksune 2017-07-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, it's good that she has enough energy still to be so spirited. Even if she's a liar. He gives her a dubious look—what's that leaking out her eyes, if not tears—but she stubbornly keeps at her work anyway. The medical line grows another person shorter. ]

Very well. [ He doesn't know why she'd insist otherwise, people are just mysterious like that. ] Though it'd be all right if you were.

[ Crying, that is. It happens, and they're friends. He puts down the crate, busying himself with cracking open the top. ]

—Do you remember what I was like, summoning Goemon for the first time?

[ Using his powers recklessly, emotionally, vibrantly—he could barely move after. ]
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[personal profile] burglarize 2017-07-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's a big fat liar.

She denies it and tries to push past. That's what she wants to do — to get over this and keep doing what she does best. Support people. It's just lame to get emotional over it. It's one dash tiredness and one dash stress, a deadly recipe that isn't delicious at all. ]


Uhmmm. A total badass? That was the first time I ever saw someone summon their Persona like that — their first time. It was inspirational, and some kind of weird justice.

[ She wonders if that's how she was viewed... I mean, minus the catsuit. ]
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[personal profile] tricksune 2017-07-20 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles briefly at that; flattery will get you everywhere. ]

Thank you. [ He didn't know how things had gone for her (though from what he's heard of Kamoshida's Palace—he almost wishes he had been there for her justice), but watching the others awaken to their own selves was astounding. Each wronged, outraged, powerful as unbridled storms. Still, it's beside the point he needs to make. ] I must've made quite a spectacle if that outshined the aftermath. I didn't look half so capable draped over Ryuji's shoulder.

[ Even with all the fury in the world behind him, he couldn't give chase after his first fight. He just sat on a metaverse couch and moped for a while. And that was what—a few overeager bufus? He seems weaker here than before as well; wouldn't surprise him if the others were suffering the same.

Finally done fussing the top off this crate, it's mostly full of camping supplies. There's probably a bag of trail mix in there. ]


What I mean is—if you must push yourself, at least take a moment to let me help.

[ If she passes out, she's helping exactly zero people. He's still not sure if that'll actually get her to stop, so this is the next best option. ]
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[personal profile] burglarize 2017-07-22 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To Ann, it was a lot more glamorous for others. There's an underlining bitterness that her outfit manifests in such a way — fired up with the lust of the Palace she found herself awakening in. It's a battle she can't really fight, but she reluctantly puts up with. As long as she can summon Carmen and help out, she'll live.

As Yusuke mentions his own perception, she waves him off. ]


Yeah! It doesn't matter about how tired or overwhelming it was, it was your chance to find out that voice that was calling for you. Real poetic, don'tcha think?

[ She knows that Yusuke is interesting — where he sees art, maybe she doesn't. Where she sees motivation, maybe he doesn't. She values all of her friend's feelings, so she doesn't push the subject too hard when the time isn't right. ]

Yusuke... [ Her eyes soften at his offering, her bottom lip trembling juuuust slightly. She's been so overwhelmed with everything and the fact that she's been alone for a few hours doesn't help. ] Fine. Fine.
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[personal profile] tricksune 2017-07-29 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poetic? He busies himself by rummaging through the crate, but his thoughts buzz. He doesn't regret it, not one ounce of the anger, the adrenaline, the accomplishment—he was asleep before then, before them. He would never go back to empty dreaming.

Still, thinking back on his 'awakening' was somber. Everything around it'd been too ugly for a sonnet. Maybe Ann's perspective is clearer, but— ]


Ah hah. [ Anyway, he's triumphantly rifled something out, presenting it to her. It's not trail mix as much as it is some sort of... alien MRE, but the cafeteria goop was surprisingly palatable. Hopefully this would be too? Maybe not as sweet as she'd like, but beggars can't be choosers. ] Here, this should be an ample distraction.

[ Enough for her to find her bearings again, at least. No one would notice if she took a break anyway, least of all if he kept it to himself. The only one pushing Ann to work to exhaustion is Ann, anyway. ]
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[personal profile] burglarize 2017-07-31 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's cafeteria goop, but it looks better than half the stuff she's seen today — that includes twigs and berries that some people have resorted to scavenging. She tenses up, as if debating on if she'd honestly take it from him. What if he grows hungry? Not like there's a ramen shop anywhere nearby. ]

Do you — uh, do you want to split this? When was the last time you ate?

[ She has to check, even if she's about to stress eat, she looks down to the item sympathetically before returning her gaze back. ]
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[personal profile] tricksune 2017-07-31 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, with the slowing trickle of new refugees, his job isn't that strenuous; she probably needs the nourishment more, so he's more than happy to give her first dibs. Also, he'd eat mystery berries. Better to save the food for someone with actual standards.

He laughs softly, practically preening. ]


Not to worry. It's only been about twenty-four hours.