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Who: Anyone that wants in.
What: Busting the rig open
Where: Multiple Places
When: After Saturday exploded the situation
Warnings/Notes: Probably violence.

The end is near.

The signal for the nanochains is temporarily blocked but it won't last forever. Several things need to be done in a very short amount of time to end this thing in a way that isn't disastrous.

Aren't you all tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

[Note: All threads will be treated like a "splash page" where people just do the occasional tag to throw an action into the fray. There will be no tag order, please just tag the most recent tag on the thread.]

onequartershark

Who: Carolina, and anyone who showed up just in case she needed backup
What: You've been waiting to see how Carolina's secret meeting with Dickwash was going to turn out. Find out, Y/N?
Where: Outside the library
When: After this
Warnings/Notes: None at the moment

[ Carolina beat the group to the library and even then it's been more than a few long, tense minutes. Anything could be happening, but the room has at least sounded quiet. It's hard to imagine Carolina going down quietly if this were an ambush. ]

[ Finally, the door opens. ]

[ Out steps Carolina. No signs of a struggle, head held high, and in her hand... ]

I brought you guys a little something.

[ Carolina tips Dickwash's shock collar control fob from side to side in her fingers. ]

[ She could not possibly be more pleased with herself. ]

piper90npcs

Who: Loken and Saturday
What: Finding out something sinister
Where: Outside the rig near the village
When: After the execution
Warnings/Notes: Will be added when the threat is revealed.

[Some of the gang is sent out to deal with the outright rioting that's happening in the village that Jorgmund wants leveled. Some of the heavy duty Jorgmund shock troops are with them and this time they're taking point. They expect the New Hires to simply fall in line and do what they're ordered. The New Hires can't be trusted, you see, after letting that other town of people they were meant to take into custody be absorbed by Zaher Bey's pirates.]

[The soldiers tell them that capturing the villagers is a priority. There's a lot of emphasis on it, which is strange since simply scattering them and driving them away is a perfectly good solution to Jorgmund's problem.]

[The New Hires are spread thin in the area where the soldiers are getting ready to deploy. Directed to go to different areas. Possibly to avoid them plotting something against Jorg's will. The soldiers tell Loken and Saturday to stay put, and then go busy themselves with something.]

[This is why Saturday and Loken are pretty far from the others, close to the wall. They're closest ones that can respond...]

[...when the new FOX generation station, planted down just behind the rig, on the pipeline, blows sky high, the victim to one of the improvised bombs the villagers have been planting. In the distance they can see smoke and white hot fire up top, but there's an opening in the wall and a few armed villagers brave the fire to climb inside, possibly to wreak all kinds of havoc.]

[While some of the soldiers struggle with protestors, one of them points and tells the two:]

Go! Stop them from destroying the station! There are fire control systems inside!

hallelujahjunction

Who: Dan and Bunny
What: Dan and Bunny discuss Planker, sleeping with Price, whatever the heck happened to Kokichi, etc.
Where: The Gardens
When: Directly after the Pride party, before daemonplot.
Warnings/Notes: References to substance use, sex, poor decisionmaking.

( Because you're kicking me too. )

piper90npcs

Who: Everyone on the Dust to Dust Mission
What: The hires and their daemons attend a fancy party and follow up on some mysteries.
Where: A ballroom on the mission.
When: After From Dust to Dust - Plot Point One
Warnings/Notes: None yet.

credit_not_blame

Who: Stacia and you!
What: Fluff (literally) and bonding
Where: New Hire sleeping quarters
When: Several times between Don't Touch That Dial and Daemon plot, your choice
Warnings/Notes: tba

There is a wolf traipsing up and down the corridor of the New Hires' sleeping area, carrying a brush in her mouth. She's larger than you'd expect if you only have experience with dogs, but this wolf is a known quantity -- usually she's a teenage girl, sometimes she's an eight-foot-tall nightmare. But right now, she is fluffy and hot and absolutely done with dealing with her coat by herself. And while she could request assistance with her words in human form, right now she's in the mood to see who she can bully into brushing her without needing to speak.

Like you. Yes you. You'll do.

Stacia drops the brush at the feet of the New Hire in question and sits down, giving them an expectant look.

Come on: brushie brushie.

parannoyed

Who: Locked to Stacia, Tucker, and the Freelancers.
What: Brain Quest
Where: In a random, typically unoccupied room near one of the lesser used locker rooms on the training level/
When: Before daemonplot
Warnings/Notes: Trauma! Kidnapping! Flashbacks to torture! Fun stuff!

[He's been avoiding them. Ever since the thing with Planker. It's not Planker's death, of course. Oh no, he'd had it coming. But it was the key. And knowing what it did. And knowing that Stacia liked to pry. And knowing that some of his friends worried and the others missed a different version of him.]

[And instinct. Instinct was a factor.]

[But most of all, it was the Other telling him to go and ask for the key, so they could be fixed. Which means using the key to fix him had to have occurred to at least one of them. Carolina probably. Or Stacia herself because the kid loooved to pry.]

[So he's been avoiding them. But the problem with avoiding people means that you have to try to avoid being alone with them. He's handled that by mostly sticking with crowds where they can't just shove a key in his head and make a sense, but that's not always possible. He still needs to sometimes train. He thought he'd been smart, figuring out there was a more remote utterly unused locker room - his reasoning being that they couldn't ambush him in the normal locker room if he was alone in there.]

[But one of them must have spotted him and figured it out, he thinks, as the door opens and he pivots lightning fast on instinct, so his back isn't to them, and sees that he's not alone.]

[He's out of his training gear and back in the jumpsuit, which won't be the most comfortable to fight in, but it's not like he's usually had a say in the conditions he has to struggle in before. And he's fought in an uncomfortable jumpsuit more than once - and fortunately done well for himself.]

[People didn't like traitors, even in military prison.]

[Wash lets out a long bone-deep sigh.]

I knew this was coming.

myagents

Who: Tucker and Price
What: Tucker finds out Price 'partied' on what he considers to be his bed.
Where: Tucker and Price's dorm
When: The morning after the Pride Party.
Warnings/Notes: referenced alcohol and sex.

Price does not dislike Tucker. On the contrary, he considers him an open minded indivdual although they haven't seen eye to eye quite yet. He thinks Tucker will understand, especially since they didn't really specify which bed belongs to who, they only sleep in the dorm one at a time while the other is out for missions, it's just logical to use the bottom bunk if there is no one around. Besides, it's not like Tucker is a prude...

Sure, the sight of the soaked towel left there to absorb the vodka that fell on the floor, the broken glass from the bottle pushed under the equally messy bed (which may or may not be broken by now), the glitter spread pretty much everywhere, lacey panties now hanging from a light on the ceiling, and Price sleeping covered in hickeys and glitter ~~among the other things~~ might have the man be...Taken aback, especially when paired with the interesting combination of smells that that entails. Still, it's not going to be nearly the trashiest thing Tucker has seen if he's as sexually active as he claims to be.

goneawaymod

( FROM DUST TO DUST - Plot Post 1 )

alderaani

Who: Leia and Stacia and whomever
What: Brushies
Where: late night
When: sometime after "Don't touch that dial"
Warnings/Notes: hair?

Her world had been destabilized. Again. She had no duty, no rebellion no actual fight to throw herself into, and desperately needed something to give her a sense of normalcy again. The most normal thing she could do was brushing and braiding her hair. A traditional daily ritual from her home that had been an almost absent part of her days when she was actively fighting.

The doorless opening of her room offered a wide view of her brushing out the waist-length chestnut waves of her hair as she detangled it carefully and managed to work it into small sections. She twisted and turned it different ways trying different styles of braids to see what she wanted to work with.

And would do the same for anyone else who stopped by her room.

piper90npcs

Who: Jorgmund therapists and patients.
What: One of the benefits of Jorgmund health insurance? Mandatory grief counseling!
Where: Side rooms of the medical bay.
When: In the days following Planker's death.
Warnings/Notes: Likely to delve into the personal issues of various characters, which may get dark or go into sensitive content.

In the days following Planker's demise, some of the hires get tapped for extra counseling, on the basis of being "excessively perturbed" by the passing of their most beloved trainer. Rather than be assigned to chore shifts, these unlucky hires are sent to a room adjacent to the med bay with a small fountain of smooth-flowing water over rocks and the general scent of patchouli for an hour a day.

It's a healing space. Breathe deep. Abandon your pre-conceptions and negativity.

poor_unlucky_girl

Who: Everyone including YOU
What: Pride month celebration!
Where: Mess hall
When: First weekend of June, after the brain quest.
Warnings/Notes: Probably alcohol, language, might lead to sexy stuff

Ah yes, Jennifer is in pure delight. Back in her day, this wasn't a thing and now not only she, who will romanticize everything, gets to celebrate love, she gets to witness people be happy as they celebrate with her. She waves happily at whoever enters and nods towards all the available material.

There is indeed lots of booze, which one wouldn't expect from Jennifer but hey, Price helped. There's rainbow cake, and biscuits with the flags on it. Before everyone arrives she innocently asks one of the staff members in the kitchen if she can eat a lesbian one. There's a box with pins and facepaints. Some people are sporting funny or sexy costumes. She is wears her usual hairdo, but decorates it with a rose, paired with a simple white dress. She drinks her tea and is happy, and just a little bit too clueless of what can happen during these kinds of celebrations...

goneawaymod

Who: Saturday, Gambit, York, North, Shelly, Brainy
What: A daring infiltration of the executive deck
Where: Exec deck
When: Simultaneous with the riot
Warnings/Notes: None so far.

Saturday watches from the edges of the riot, making a great show of moving furniture and snatching bystanders away from the rolling ball of chaos, until South slips by and murmurs something in her ear.

Then she begins to move, touching a shoulder here, giving a significant look there. Time to go. One by one, everyone can slowly depart. Secrecy is essential; even Jorgmund can add up riot and murder and break-in and get “kill them before they kill you.”

They can all meet Saturday at the appointed place. It’s a less-used service entrance to the upper deck, which some may not have even known existed. She stands with her hands in her pockets, wound tight as a sprinter before the starting pistol.

“Okay,” she says quietly, once they’re all there. In an earpiece cobbled together by Alia, a New Hire now gone, she says, “Brainy, you ready? Good.” She looks at the others. “Right. So. You all know the plan, an’ the stakes. Go in, grab as much as you can, get out. No unnecessary risks, no heroics. Brainy’s our eye in the sky; once the door opens, we scatter. He’ll be the only one with the full picture.”

“We’ve got a private channel, but keep it quiet. No chatter. If you cut comms, it means you’re burned an’ the op is over. We will try to get you out. It might not be possible. If Jorg realizes what we did, we’re all fucked. If that’s too much heat, go back. I won’t judge anyone for it.”

And she means it, too. Risking their lives in battle is one thing; risking torture and god knows what else at the hands of an enemy like Jorgmund is quite another. They’ve all heard a variation on this speech from her before, of course, when she approached them with the final plan. But she seems to need to make sure she says it again, one last time.

“Okay. Right.” Saturday turns to the door. Her hands are too disciplined to shake as she draws out the keycard, but she can taste her heartbeat on the back of her tongue. It’s always like this before a run, or a fight, in the moment when the ground starts to shift and anything becomes possible - provided you don’t fall.

It makes her feel a little guilty, how much she loves it.

The alarm panel blinks a challenge, and South steps forward. Planker’s voice emerges from her mouth, speaking the code-phrase stolen from his mind by Stacia and Kerrigan. The lock processes, taking almost too long.

But the door opens, revealing a branching hallway lined with doors. Time for everyone to get into their groups, and set off…

runes_brand

Who: Brand & you!
What: Rune goes home. Brand reacts.
Where: Around the Rig
When: After Honeyplank & the Riot
Warnings/Notes: Brand-typical swearing, TBA

Brand is on his way to lunch when the bottom drops out of his world. Between one moment and the next, Rune is gone.

Rune's not dead, he tells himself over the hammering of his heart. He's not dead, he's fine, he's fine, he's back home, he's with Addam and the kids, he's fine--

He's running before he even realizes he's in motion, though he's not sure where. Toward the hole in the center of him, probably.

He's fine, he's fine, he's fine, he's fine...

--

He stuffs Rune's sheets in the vents so that Jorgmund can't take them and toss them in the wash. They're sweaty and gross, Rune runs hot at the best of times, but Brand isn't thinking straight. He's desperate to keep what he's got. How long is he going to be kept here alone? Rune said he'd been here a month before Brand showed up, was he going to be here long enough to even them out? Longer?

Bile rises in his throat, along with the urge to scream. He hates this. He hates being separated from Rune, he's always hated it; everything feels sharp and bruised and wrong when he can't feel Rune's existence on the other end of their Companion bond. He doesn't know how Corinne did it when Kevan died, he doesn't want to know.

He wants Rune. Fuck, he just wants Rune.

He leaves ~~their~~ ~~his~~ their bunk to go find somewhere else to hide. He can't be here right now.

ownperson

Who: Wash & South
What: South ‘joins jorgmund’ (read: plays them for fools) and meets her ‘new’ co-worker
Where: Some behind the scenes area
When: After memshare, before the Planker Seduction/Infiltration joint mission
Warnings/Notes: None right off

She’s never been much good at waiting.

There’s a lot of words you might attribute to South, but ‘patient’ certainly isn’t one of them. They’ve got her standing around with her thumb in her ass whilst they no doubt figure out whatever bullshit they’re going to spin at her and they’re not being quick about it, which isn’t exactly a surprise, but it is a pain in the ass.

Took them long enough to approach her in the first place, honestly. She’s done about everything she can think of to draw the ‘right’ kind of executive attention recently, balancing on the fine line between obvious enough to catch their eye and not so obvious that it gives the game away. This won’t work if they figure out she’s angling for it, because it’s only a short hop from that to ‘she’s going to try and fuck us over from the inside’ and that’s not a hop she wants them to make.

She’s never been much good at subtle, either, but, well, two years of lying to your own brother and your Command at the same time teaches you some things.

(Probably shouldn’t think about North, right now, actually.)

Another minute goes by and she’s about ready to sit herself utterly unprofessionally on the floor when the door finally opens. She straightens her spine, not quite to attention, but close enough.

piper90npcs

Who: Almost everyone
What: Dan uses his stripper powers for good, Stacia teaches everyone a brainhack, just about everyone throws a riot. Operation Honeyplank is a go.
Where: All around the Rig
When: After some network plotting.
Warnings/Notes: Attempted seduction, brain hacking, violence, likelihood of swearing.

( It's actually a plan now instead of just a bad decision, which means it's even more indefensibly terrible. )

freakenstein

Who: Stacia and Merton
What: Stacia teaching Merton why you don't want to fuck with Garou. In an educational way!
Where: The gym in the late evening/night time.
When: After the memshare.
Warnings/Notes: Possible werewolf transformation body horror. Will add other warnings if necessary.

The gym had to be just about Merton's least favorite place on the rig, including the one hall that had recently become particularly choked up by needle-spitting plants. Normally he'd try to avoid it and Planker as much as he could get away with outside of their mandatory daily training sessions. But this late in the day it was one of the few places on the rig that wasn't tortuously hot and muggy, and it would be blissfully Planker free, so it worked pretty much perfectly for their needs.

So he makes sure to show up to their meeting early, with a pen and beat-up spiral notebook he'd managed to scrounge up. Not the kind of stationery he'd normally choose to take these kinds of notes. All the research he'd done on Tommy's version of lycanthropy, as they'd tried to work through the in's and out's of it together, had been spread over sketchbooks, loose scrolls, near countless photos, text files on the computer, and eventually were all scanned and collected in a medical dossier he printed and bound himself. But, beggars couldn't be choosers, and that was the kind of enthusiasm that was likely to chase anyone who wasn't Tommy away. A garbage-picked notebook would just have to do.

kingofneworleans

Who: Remy and YOU!
What: Stress cooking
Where: The kitchen late at night
When: After this conversation with Ric.
Warnings/Notes: None to start. Will change as things go.

( 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. )

goneawaymod

Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.

( Contact )

parannoyed

Who: Closed to Carolina, Tucker, and York
What: Wash has a little freakout
Where: A random little alcove
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Mental health stuff with a character kind of paranoia spiraling

[Wash had needed some time to punch things in the training room after returning from the mission.]

[He was trying not to spiral. It's not even like they'd exchanged blows. It was the simple fact that he and South had both tried (succeeded) to kill each other, they both were insulting each other and wishing death on each other or tossing around vague threats.]

[But he'd been the one North had taken a defensive posture at. He'd been the one North seemed almost ready to throw down with. He'd been the one that was suddenly an enemy. So much for all that talk about forgiveness and being friends and - and - ]

[No, he was not going to spiral. He was not going to fall down into the paranoia hole. He was not going to let a stupid moment of a friend getting protective of a sibling make him lose it. He was not going to let it make him doubt everything and start wondering if everyone else had some dividing line. Had someone who was more important.]

[Someone else was always more important.]

[It was easy to see everyone else falling away instantly. New friends and friendly acquaintances on the rig? Strangers. Why would any of them really care? Carolina and York? They'd obviously put each other first before him, when the chips were down. Tucker? Tucker would - ]

[If Church... ]

[But Church was gone. That was the thing. Maybe if Church was there, Church would come first, but he was dead.]

[Then again, York, North, and South had been dead, too. So he could chalk that up to being decided purely by circumstance. Right now, Tucker might have his back, but if there was another magical time travel resurrection, he'd have someone else he'd care about more.]

[You're spiraling.]

[It was almost worse for the fact he and South had mutually agreed on the verbal sparring to vent enough frustration to prevent actual violence. And even more painful to think that if North had known that it was all bluster, it still might not have mattered. The fact she'd betrayed him first certainly didn't.]

[He wasn't supposed to be this soft. How'd he gone from working with the Meta to do the hard things he needed to for survival, to letting himself get this vulnerable? It didn't change that his sense of right and wrong was starting to grow back, it didn't change his decision to try to screw over Jorgmund instead of help them. But it was threatening to change how much of his time as a New Hire he planned to shoulder alone. He'd been slowly letting people in but alone was safer, wasn't it? No chance of betrayal by someone telling him they were his friend and that they were going to look out for him, and then just changing their mind because someone else was always more important. Alone was less painful because nothing dragged harder on your soul than getting your hopes up, or wondering if someone would come for you when you were scared and confused and -]

[(("They'll come for me. My friends will - they'll -" he'd slurred out. She'd answered coolly: "No one is coming, Agent Washington. You know I'm right." "Not an agent anymore. Not."))]

[You think these are your thoughts, says a voice in his head, but you're only half right. You're starting to hear me now.]

[Wash lightly taps his sweaty forehead against the punching bag, resting it there.]

Of course I do, you're me.

[Am I? You're spiraling. And you know why. It's not just this moment. You can feel it now, can't you. The edges of the empty space they left. The echoes of what they did to you.]

[To us.]

There is no us! Where are you getting a plural??

[This had to be some bullshit from Epsilon, right? Leaking out because he was upset right now and missing time and whenever his brain was slightly scrambled, there was still that old damage that leaked in. But it didn't sound like Epsilon, and Epsilon had been a presence. Memories that weren't his crowding in. Not an empty space he could find by prodding around it, like the sore gums around a pulled tooth.]

[Why did his thoughts - his voice - sound like him but not him? Why was something as minor as a friend getting pissed and treating him like an enemey setting him off like this?]

[But this had happened before, with Tucker in Medbay, With York in the training area. There was something deeper underneath everything, causing reactions of panic or pain, and it was like things sometimes kicked up the silt of a riverbed and unearthed something nastier hiding underneath.]

[((The door was steel.))]

Alone is safer.

[Bzzt, wrong.]

[After an hour and a half with a punching bag in the training room, it still isn't enough. He doesn't even make it back to his room before needing to hit something again. He finds a little alcove tucked away from everyone, finds a metal wall and starts punching it until his knuckles split. Only someone paying careful attention to their surroundings would hear it, due to all the weird noises the rig made, the thunks and the pingpingpings.]

[((The door and walls were steel. The floor was concrete. He would lay on it, unfocused, drugged, gaze directed at the door, waiting for Carolina to throw it open, or the others to come stumbling through. Waiting and waiting. Waiting.))]

[Alone was safer. He didn't need anyone so why was he getting so upset over one friend getting pissed?]

[You're spiraling.]

[((She had been right in the end, hadn't she.))]

[Good. I'll be here. When you finally reach the bottom.]

[((No one ever came.))]

[I'll be here when you hit the bottom, the voice that is and isn't his says, and I know you don't really trust it, that you have trouble believing it - but so will they.]

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goneawaymod - ENDGAME - STOP THE RIG
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