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It's (Still) Honestly A Terrible Plan.
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goneawaymodWhat: 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…
kingofneworleansWhat: 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. )
Monster Mash, Babadon't Bash
Jan. 25th, 2021 04:17 pmpiper90npcs“Nope, checking in on you, specifically.” North's aware of Adora having been their victim thanks to a private call from Kerrigan, so he's ready for a quickly-escalating confrontation now. He's purposely blocking and filling up the doorway, something that's not too difficult for a man his size. “You have the chance to turn yourself in now, if you want to avoid a fight.”
“I don't understand...I can't be the imposter, I'd know!” She looks genuinely confused. She gets up from her bed and walks to North with her hands out, clearly unarmed. “You can pinch me or something and see, I'm just me, Adora.”
North bristles a bit when she approaches. “Keep back. I know what you are.”
“Oh.” Adora’s face falls, and then-
-and then she pulls aside part of her uniform to reach into her clavicle, pushing her fist through her upper sternum as if it were mayonnaise, and when she pulls her hand back out it’s coated in black goo and filled with wriggling black forms. She pushes her hand into her chest again, and pulls out a sword. And she grows in size to eight feet tall.
She lets the black forms drip out of her hands and they, too, grow in size. They grow lizard-like legs and they climb the walls and dart around North in the doorway. One skitters across the ceiling and slithers into some type of switchboard next to the living quarters exit, and suddenly half the dorm rooms have their forcefields up again, narrowing the amount of foes the Babadon’t will have to face at once. The others keep growing in size, first as big as dogs, then as big as ponies – her first generation of children, hellbent on attacking the Hires left in open bedrooms or in the hallway.
[OOC: Tag into your starter and I will NPC the monsters for you between each round!]
HERE, HAVE SOME SPIRIT
Dec. 1st, 2020 08:29 pmpiper90npcsWhat: Sharing the Christmas Spirit
Where: Good question
When: Post-Rose Tattoo
Warnings/Notes: Possible violence, angst, likely visions of death.
Are you sleeping?
Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to tell. This could be another ARE, after all. What you can tell is that the halls are filled with mist, the smell of pine, and the sound of jingling bells off in the distance.
And then comes the wailing.
( Read more... )
[[Remember, this isn't your typical memshare. The ghosts are NPCs, but they'll be controlled by the players. They will not show characters their own histories, presents, or futures, only those of different people. They can show the same scenes to different people or different scenes to different people. One person might not even see all three of the Ghosts.]]
just_rogueWhat: Rogue comes to after 2 days of personal hell
Where: Infirmary
When: Following the Attacks on patrols.
Warnings/Notes: Mention of blood and injury, mention of mental health, possibly damn couple cuteness beyond standing.
Rogue spent the next day out cold, she was too still and too pale for most of it. Her mind was filtering through all the recent input and it felt like poprocks in her brain. She had poor Robbie up there, seeing and feeling his guilt and self-recrimination, his fear not for himself but that he would hurt other people. Again. She knew those thoughts all too well, she’d lived them the better part of her life. She also knew how easy it was to fall into that hole and shut yourself off from the world and everyone else.
Even more unpleasantly she had that woman in her head, snippets of her at least. She felt foul and ruinous in her mind, the sort of presence that makes babies cry and flowers wilt. Each time a part of that borrow mind swam up in her thoughts Rogue would cringe and shrink back. Even unconscious she understood the danger of a being so ruthless and dark. It didn’t help that the breathing tube down her throat which was keeping her alive and able to get air just reminded her of that woman’s acts of violence.
After twenty four hours her body had begun to break down the toxins and she began to function on her own again, when it was safe to do so the breathing tube was remove and she seemed to settle more calmly after that. Still receiving oxygen but now in a less invasive nasal cannula helped her get enough good air. Her wounds had been severe and the blood loss was substantial, but she seemed to be recovering well. No small thanks to taking a bit of the woman’s healing with her when she grabbed on.
Still it was deep into the night of the second day before she woke, and she woke with a scream. Rogue bolted up with her hands crossed in front of herself, and that was a bad idea for so many reasons. The pain lanced through her, stitches and freshly mending flesh threatening to tear from the sudden movement. Her muscles ached like she’d been bench pressing Panzer tanks. Her throat felt rough as gravel and on fire.
Some part of her mind that had been trained over years of battles with the X-men told her the smart thing to do now was lay back down, get her breathing under control and figure out what was going on. As much as she wanted to get out of bed she knew that was the worst thing she could do. So she went from upright and screaming to back down and staring at the ceiling with wide green eyes in just a few seconds. She needed to know Robbie was ok, she needed to get caught up, but she wasn’t in a position to do much good about either at the moment.
A little taste of home
Aug. 25th, 2020 10:20 pmjust_rogueWhat: Someone is having a birthday and there is cake
Where: The Mess
When: August 26
Warnings/Notes: Not gluten free?
( Free Cake! This one is not a lie )
Minor and Major Keys
Jul. 22nd, 2020 09:54 pmcredit_not_blameWhat: Stacia finds a mysterious key and investigates
Where: About the rig
When: After Pathless Woods/Saturday Morning/Unicorn Hunting
Warnings/Notes: none as of yet
( Read more... )
Corona [OPEN]
Jun. 9th, 2020 10:37 pmpiper90npcsWhat: Fun
Where: The Gym
When: Post-plot.
Warnings/Notes: Foul language from Planker.
The first warning the New Hires have is that some of them quietly get pulled aside by various members of the staff before training even starts. Not only does this mean that some of the personnel had to wake up extra early, already a warning sign, but they don't mention why. They just take a few key people aside.
( The second warning... )
kingofneworleansWhat: Somebody's late and doing some exploring
Where: Rig halls/Gym/The Library
When: Toward the end of the ARE
Warnings/Notes: Phonetic accent ahoy! Action spam will be matched. Other warnings added as needed.
( From the mountains of faith/To the river so deep )
