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[personal profile] 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…



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[personal profile] hallelujahjunction
Who: Dan Sagittarius and Guts
What: Sparring and practicing with swords. Homoerotic tension. A truly incredible height difference, too.
Where: Training Area
When: After their conversation on the top deck, but before the night attack on Dave and Wash.
Warnings/Notes: Foul language, firearms.

The only place to find freedom is in the dictionary, under F. )
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[personal profile] piper90npcs
Who: Saturday
What: Learning secrets and mysteries
Where: Dreaming
When:
Warnings/Notes: Violence is to be expected.

Sleep comes to Saturday, as usual. Dreams, though. Dreams are usually a little different. For example, its doubtful that her usual dreams contain this bone-chilling atmosphere, the thick fog surrounding her, yet never quite touching her, succeeding in obscuring everything but the wrought iron gates that open in front of her with an eerie creak.

There's a gust of wind from behind her and the mists part, unveiling a dark, dismal graveyard. Weather-worn statues and crooked, moss-covered headstones spread out as far as even the elven eye can see. There's several paths, but the clearest leads to the sole place where the light from the large, full moon touches without being obscured by clouds or dead, leafless trees. Within that circle of light are two hills with tall, ancient houses on top of each.

An impatient voice raps out from just on the other side of the gate. Harsh, with a trace of an odd, almost British accent. "Come on, come on! Don't take all night! You're letting all of the atmosphere out!"

A much deeper, but stammering voice rings out from the other side of the entrance. "Sh-she's not going to come in like that, b-brother. And I wouldn't mind a l-little less chill. But the gate is a little heavy, miss..."
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[personal profile] garmr
Who: Everyone who signed up + YOU?
What: Guard Duty
Where: Infirmary and Living Quarters
When: Soon after Setsuna and Tenten were attacked; this will last the duration of the murderplot
Warnings/Notes: References to the attack and its aftermath.

Read more... )
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[personal profile] piper90npcs
Who: Everyone
What: Sudden Plot Break
Where: The Rig
When: Post-Pathless Woods 2
Warnings/Notes: n/a

The world... glitches. The last second repeats itself once, twice, four times, and then the colors stretch and blur, like an old television set that's losing the signal. Then everything goes black.

And suddenly, light. Bright, glaring. The smells rush back, the harsh bleach anti-septic of the Rig. And the noises are almost painful as total silence slams back into the normal workings of Piper 90.

Blinking owlishly, surprised and looking a little uncertain, is a middle-management type. His suit doesn't quite fit, half a size too large, and he's used too much hairspray. Or maybe that's just cologne. Either way, he smiles brightly. "Well, welcome back! Well done and congratulations on the success of your missions. We had some drones at a safe distance, purely for security reasons of course, and we were very pleased with how you handled yourselves. Especially the way you, uh." He pauses and checks his clipboard. The bit he wants to reference is just a smear of ink, the printer must have had an accident of some kind. The best he can read is... "Benedicted that whole cumberbatch issue."

There. He beams, pleased with his translation. It makes no sense, but if he pretends it does, then maybe they won't ask questions.

"Now, we're certain you've had a rough day doing... that thing that you did. So we've authorized an extra serving of dessert for everyone and the rest of today off. You have half of tomorrow off, too. But don't worry about the working half! I'm told that Mister Planker has a special reward in store, so it'll practically be a full vacation day for you!"
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame
Who: Stacia, Bunny, Saturday, Remy, others to be added
What: 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... )
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[personal profile] piper90npcs
Who: The New Hires and Planker
What: 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... )
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans
Who: Remy LeBeau and Open
What: 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 )
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[personal profile] grimbiker
Who: Sirius and Open
What: A great big “dog” sniffing around the Rig. Come and get any much needed therapy dog cuddles and a much more understanding dog than most-- or just find him shapeshifting.
Where: About the rig
When: Night, prior to the Adverse Rig Event
Warnings/Notes: References to imprisonment and dealing with the effects of that. There will be talk of murder and probably PTSD flashbacks in the thread with Remus. Smoking in the thread with Saturday. Will add more here as needed.

I can switch to actionspam if you prefer that.
Read more... )
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[personal profile] reydacted
Who: Rey + Open!
What: Rey’s various tryings and failings to decompress
Where: R&D labs, Halls, Gardens
When: Over the course of a few days before the corporate drone event
Warnings/Notes: Petulant children

Read more... )
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Who Alloran-Semitur-Corrass and OPEN
What Morphing, chores, and trying to remember how to pray
Where Various
When Handwaved times between the sheetcake and the corporate drones
Warnings Body horror in one prompt

the years will come )
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[personal profile] piper90npcs
Who: Lubitsch and anyone
What: NPC question-asking
Where: The Training Gym
When: A few days into their captivity, after the sheetcake meetup.
Warnings/Notes: cw: suicide/war violence in the thread with Saturday, forgot to put the cw: in the comment subject. Also, feel free to go with action or prose and I'll match.

[It is days before they can get Lubitsch to actually do his damn job. After one excuse after another and a faked ass injury "however can I train when I've pulled a glute?" he's finally hit the impenatrable wall of "or else," and so here he is, finally in to start picking up his schedule rotation.]

[He looks at them all, milling about the training area like a lot of superpowered arseholes and the fact that they're one thin shock collar away from tearing the walls down like tissue paper is not lost on him. It inspires the same feelings you have when seeing some majestic beast of the savanna, night-stalking terror of all that prances, in a small cage in a road-side zoo. ("And over here we have the Unfraggable Crunk, the strongest there is...and for $450 you can get a picture of him being patted on the head by your small, sticky child.")]

[Some terrible, unfunny cosmic joke, this whole thing. They should all be off in other universes fighting zombies or charming small creatures or starring in crashing, loud, summer popcorn flicks, what a fucking waste.]

[After being deposited at the door by two guards, the British soldier stomps in. He has a soldier's bearing, shoulders up, body liquid and stiff all at once. He looks like he's in his mid to late twenties, but the sour expression makes him look older. He takes on a drill sergeant's voice, in mimicry of a highly respected drill sergeant he once knew, as he yells loudly:]

Alright, you bumholes, listen up! As of this moment, the time to knit doilies and play with dollies is officially over! You thought Planker was bad? Well you're dead fucking wrong, you puke-faced, snot-nosed -

[And he goes back to the door, still shouting.]

- gurgling infants, and today is the day you maggots learn to stop dribbling all over yourselves -

[He peeps his head outside.]

- because I will beat the weakness out of - oh thank fuck, the guards are gone. [His tone immediately changes to be far more genial. Quiet. Even a little gentle, despite the salty language that follows. His shoulders relax.] And here I was worried that when I did this Jorgmund would have their hand so far up my arse it'd make a Muppet blush.

[Far calmer, far more reasonable he says:]

Seeing as they're a bunch of arseholes in a trenchcoat standing on each other's shoulders and pretending to be human, you can expect them to try to stop up every meat grinder they see with your bloody corpses, so if any of you need actual training you can't get from each other, I'm willing to do it. Black ops, firearms, melee weapons, hand to hand blah blah and fucking blah, I've done it -- during the apocalypse, I might add - and I can maybe teach it. Maybe.

Don't actually know, haven't tried, but unlike some small-dicked gorillas I don't need to name I can probably teach it with actual instructions and without screaming my head off, which is automatically a step up.

But if not, I'm going to fuck off on company time and do absolutely nothing.

[He gives them a big enthusiastic thumbs up at that, then pulls out a comic book hidden in a pocket of his black cargo pants, climbs up on some stacked gym mats, kicks up his legs, and starts reading. If any of them ask questions, he won't stop reading, but he will at least answer. And if they ask for help with training, he might actually give it. And he won't suck as bad as Planker.]
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept
Who: Saturday and Catra
What: Video games!
Where: A lounge on the rig
When: Between the sheetcake party and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers for an older video game? Probably they will talk about their shitty childhoods at some point

Saturday does not recognize any of the recreational equipment in the weird little boxy lounges scattered across the dorm level, but that’s not a problem because neither does Catra.

“Oh, this sounds neat,” Saturday says, reading the back of a box. “You are the once-trusted bodyguard of the beloved Empress. Framed for her murder, you become an infamous assassin, known only by a disturbing mask, blah blah blah - oooh, a city besieged by plague and ruled by an oppressive government armed with neo-industrial technologies. What do you think?”

She shows the box to Catra. It’s very goth, with a dude in a long coat and a hood with a fairly cool skull mask on the front.

“What do you think? It says Playstation on the thing, and one of the boxes under the tv says the same. Probably it’ll work.”
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[personal profile] aleifr
Who: Aleifr and anyone who chances upon him
What: Insomnia-Driven Wanderings
Where: Various places around P90
When: Night One
Warnings/Notes: Nothing at present, but I'll update if that changes

Read more... )

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[personal profile] 71lines
Who: Tenten and You
What: Various
Where: Varying
When: After a few days have passed.
Warnings/Notes: None so far.

Read more... )
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept
Who: Saturday… and you?
What: Open prompts
Where: Locations noted in title
When: in the period between the intro and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Second prompt may lead to discussing disturbing events in Saturday’s past. No sexual assault, but warnings for violence, child abuse, and eldritch horrors.


Three prompts, no waiting )
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[personal profile] cachedout
Who: Cayde-6 and, quite possibly, you
What: Scouting the rig's security systems
Where: Anywhere your heart feels
When: The pre-mission days after the first sheetcake party
Warnings/Notes: If you do brackets with me that is 100% fine I'll come do brackets too

Good! )

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