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Entry tags:
- *mission log,
- addison parker [original],
- angel [borderlands],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- clint barton [mcu],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- kylo ren [star wars],
- lexa [the 100],
- nathaniel horn [original],
- nirad,
- rhys [borderlands],
- sam alexander [marvel 616],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Concordia - VEN DIAGRAMS HQ + BOUT IT OUT PARLOR + BEARINGS APARTMENT BLOCK
WHEN: Late Day :022 + Early Day :023
SUMMARY: The results of all your hard work - for better or worse. One win, one draw, one loss. Anakin Skywalker bites the big one.
WARNINGS: Violence, non-graphic character death.
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY. Unfortunately, that’s not about to change any time soon. In the late hours of the evening, two things are happening: the final round of the Bout It Out expose between Kun-Kun and The Darkling is spooling up; meanwhile, the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams is working to retrieve information on H+H1 from the company’s security drive. Unfortunately, neither is going to reach the natural conclusion.
At the REGAL STREET GAMING PARLOR, emotions are running high. After a long day of simulation violence and the reveal of Kun-Kun’s new automaton fighting avatar, the crowd has been stoked to a few pitch. The music’s loud but the crowd is louder: cheering and booing, shouting for every landed or evaded strike. There’s an electric pulse of excitement in the air-- and then there’s a very literal one as an electromagnetic pulse rocks the Regal Street Parlor. The Bout It Out ring shorts and the entire parlor is pitched into total, window-less darkness. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the crowd’s excitement to melt into panic. Pushing, shoving, shouting - a piercing shriek as one of Kun-Kun’s representatives is stabbed. The nearby hosts (Lexa, Sam Alexander, and anyone in their faux attachment) should be able to help Kun-Kun and his reps to safety, but the crush of the crowd tangles up everyone else. When a rudimentary bomb goes off in the center of the parlor, it catches plenty of people in the crossfire.
There’s a white hot flash. A pulse of heat. A sizzle of agony. It’s a pain that guts, that persists long after the flash of the bomb and extends all the way to the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams. It’s like a limb badly severed. Anakin Skywalker is killed by the blast and every host knows it before they’re aware of anything else.
Unluckily for the infiltration team, they won’t have much time to recover. News of the bombing hits Extraspace in a matter of seconds, which triggers Ven Diagrams - paranoid from the recent attack on their own properties - to lock down their headquarters. All systems are tightened and security clamps down before the infiltration team can access the private servers. If you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, now’s the time to get the hell out of dodge.
Retreat, regroup. Upon returning to the Bearings apartment block, the hosts will find that two of their previously comatose friends have woken up: Hux and Aoba Seragaki will probably need to be briefed on the current situation.
((OOC NOTES: Here it is, your wrapup log for the event! You may have noticed that the Hosts didn’t succeed at the Ven Diagrams infiltration. We thought this was a better way than asking everyone to handwave a huge amount of plot or simply having the NPCs get the evidence. Don’t worry though - there will be other mysteries to unravel soon. Very soon, in fact.
There will be an NPC top-level for the escape with Kun-Kun, but otherwise you’re free to make your own top levels! If you have any questions please feel free to ask them in the event OOC post.
Thanks everyone!))
WHERE: Concordia - VEN DIAGRAMS HQ + BOUT IT OUT PARLOR + BEARINGS APARTMENT BLOCK
WHEN: Late Day :022 + Early Day :023
SUMMARY: The results of all your hard work - for better or worse. One win, one draw, one loss. Anakin Skywalker bites the big one.
WARNINGS: Violence, non-graphic character death.
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY. Unfortunately, that’s not about to change any time soon. In the late hours of the evening, two things are happening: the final round of the Bout It Out expose between Kun-Kun and The Darkling is spooling up; meanwhile, the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams is working to retrieve information on H+H1 from the company’s security drive. Unfortunately, neither is going to reach the natural conclusion.
At the REGAL STREET GAMING PARLOR, emotions are running high. After a long day of simulation violence and the reveal of Kun-Kun’s new automaton fighting avatar, the crowd has been stoked to a few pitch. The music’s loud but the crowd is louder: cheering and booing, shouting for every landed or evaded strike. There’s an electric pulse of excitement in the air-- and then there’s a very literal one as an electromagnetic pulse rocks the Regal Street Parlor. The Bout It Out ring shorts and the entire parlor is pitched into total, window-less darkness. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the crowd’s excitement to melt into panic. Pushing, shoving, shouting - a piercing shriek as one of Kun-Kun’s representatives is stabbed. The nearby hosts (Lexa, Sam Alexander, and anyone in their faux attachment) should be able to help Kun-Kun and his reps to safety, but the crush of the crowd tangles up everyone else. When a rudimentary bomb goes off in the center of the parlor, it catches plenty of people in the crossfire.
There’s a white hot flash. A pulse of heat. A sizzle of agony. It’s a pain that guts, that persists long after the flash of the bomb and extends all the way to the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams. It’s like a limb badly severed. Anakin Skywalker is killed by the blast and every host knows it before they’re aware of anything else.
Unluckily for the infiltration team, they won’t have much time to recover. News of the bombing hits Extraspace in a matter of seconds, which triggers Ven Diagrams - paranoid from the recent attack on their own properties - to lock down their headquarters. All systems are tightened and security clamps down before the infiltration team can access the private servers. If you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, now’s the time to get the hell out of dodge.
Retreat, regroup. Upon returning to the Bearings apartment block, the hosts will find that two of their previously comatose friends have woken up: Hux and Aoba Seragaki will probably need to be briefed on the current situation.
I. THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
In the Regal Street Gaming Parlor, a pulse flashes. Electronics sizzle. A fight reaching rhythm is shattered and darkness consumes the parlor in its entirety. There’s something like a collective inhale - and then the panic sets in. Screaming. Pushing. Elbows in the dark and a wave of bodies forcing their way toward wherever they think the exit is. Parlors like this one are supposed to be shielded from this kind of problem, but today that doesn’t matter. In just a few short moments of panic, a bomb - basic compared to the one that blew out the Ven Diagram warehouse only days ago - goes off.
There’s a buzz. An electrical hiss. In the wake of the explosion - in the wake of the agony of Anakin’s death -, the parlor’s fire systems go off flooding the upper and lower levels, the spectator balconies with flame retardant powder and coolant. The emergency lighting kicks on, throwing the carnage into stark fluorescent light. The probable intended victim has escaped, along with his entourage, but there are plenty of wounded - groans and weeping permeate the chemical stale air. In addition to Anakin, three people have been killed and two androids have been rendered into scrap by the explosion. Countless others could use help; maybe even a few other hosts have been wounded by the blast.
II. MEANWHILE...
If you’re part of the infiltration team, you’ve officially overstayed your welcome. Security tightens to a chokehold; if you’re somewhere you shouldn’t be, it’s time to leave. An alarm blares through the development laboratories. The building is evacuated and then sealed throughout. The powerlifts cease operation. All networked systems go offline.
III. FROM THE JAWS OF DEFEAT
Back at the parlor, the evacuation continues. The parlor is half-collapsed, there are injured to tend to and local authorities to deal with. In a matter of minutes, the the parlor is swarmed by public security and medical personnel. If you’re able bodied, you’re welcome to assist with rescue efforts - or try to find a lead on who could’ve been responsible for this. Some evidence, some sign - anything to make this worth it. During this time those with Kun Adetokunbo will have the chance to make their case.
It’s a long, protracted clean up and triage; it’s absolutely possible that some of the infiltration team members might make it to the site of the explosion to assist or care for their friends.
IV. WE TEND OUR WOUNDED, WE COUNT OUR DEAD
In the early hours of the morning on Day 023, the hosts limp back to Bearings. Maybe it should be achingly quiet, but it’s not - there’s a murmur of activity in the mental air as Hux and Aoba muddle out of their way from out of their comas. From here, it’s up to to the hosts to recover, to discuss how they want to proceed, and come up with a way to recover from this setback - and from Anakin’s death.
((OOC NOTES: Here it is, your wrapup log for the event! You may have noticed that the Hosts didn’t succeed at the Ven Diagrams infiltration. We thought this was a better way than asking everyone to handwave a huge amount of plot or simply having the NPCs get the evidence. Don’t worry though - there will be other mysteries to unravel soon. Very soon, in fact.
There will be an NPC top-level for the escape with Kun-Kun, but otherwise you’re free to make your own top levels! If you have any questions please feel free to ask them in the event OOC post.
Thanks everyone!))
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[ This is bullshit; he holds grudges like no one else. He's holding, like, fifteen right now. Rhys doesn't forget someone who he thinks wronged him, and he sure as hell thinks Lexa wronged him. She's also inside his head, which partly tempers his disdain a bit and partly encourages it. Lexa is in a position of power over him in several ways — she could destroy him both physically and emotionally if she wanted to — and it makes him so bitter, so displeased with the feeling of weakness that comes whenever she's around. He wants to regain some power somehow, but he doesn't know a way to — petty, vindictive words make him feel at least a little better, though.
Of course, he also has a healthy fear of her, and it's perhaps not the best idea to antagonize her too much. Just because she won't kill him doesn't mean she lacks other ways of antagonizing him back. It's not even the fun kind of antagonizing. ]
I get it, you want us to live. I want you to live, you want me to live— [ To an extent. ] We're on the same page. I guess.
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She studies him quietly, considering everything he's said versus what she is getting from his mind. Unlike before, she isn't prying. But the vicinity makes it difficult not to get a sense of the contradictions in his mind. She offers nothing by way of remark for it, because the reminder of Anakin makes her want to be anything but reckless about this incredibly tedious bond.]
I would hope. [No point in beating around the additional bush. She knows what she's about to say next will infuriate him because of his insecurities, but she says it anyway.] Angel believes I should offer you another chance. That I should accept you as you are. Do you agree? [Emphasis on "another," as if he is the one who threw away his additional opportunity to be in her good graces.
(Because he is the one who did that.)]
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Angel gets it. [ He's not specifically saying he agrees, because he's not going to beg her for another chance. He doesn't care if she gives him one; he'll suffer for his own pettiness, but them's the breaks. Still, he thinks she's right. ] She knows the whole deal, you should listen to her. [ The whole deal. She knows his backstory and she knows what it's like to be under Jack's thumb. She's probably much softer on him than she should be simply because they're both members of the Survivors of Handsome Jack club, but he's not going to stop her. ] We've got shared life experience, you know?
[ Just trying to rub the Angel thing in a little. Or a lot. ]
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Your life experiences are different now. [Lexa recalls her conversation with Ilde after Prince lectured all of them. They have to adapt or die, or there was no reason in coming here at all. The next time one of them acts poorly, the collateral damage may be themselves or someone they've allowed themselves to care for. It got through to her to some degree, even if she didn't seek Lexa out for assistance in growing.
(In hindsight, Lexa is relieved about this fact: she's not exactly the best at teaching social etiquette, and Ilde's strange mindset befuddles her more times than not.)]
We are no longer on your world. Just as I am no longer on mine. I believe both you and Angel fail to understand the circumstances of where I've come from in depth. We need to adapt here. It's not only about survival, but also not showing the scars from where we've come from.
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He purses his lips, looking to the side rather than directly at her, and says, ] Okay, you're clearly angling for something here, so. What do you want me to do?
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That seems like Rhys by her estimation.]
Angel tried to forgive your actions because of where you've come from. Because you have no choice but to use that lens to define everything around you. [A beat.] I personally think that clinging to these notions will endanger you. Angering me by comparing me to a dictator because I challenged you is one such example, but I wouldn't be surprised if you've made mistakes elsewhere.
[Basically, she thinks Rhys fucks up a lot.]
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I was helping you just fine before, I wasn't saying anything! [ He sort of was saying things, but different rude things. It's totally, completely different. ]
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Regardless, your thought made it clear precisely what you thought of me. Despite my best efforts. I am not here to console you.
[Or any other cuddly stuff. Lexa is crappy at that anyway, no one should ever want it.]
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[ Lexa seems like she'd be awful at asspats anyway. Which is clearly why they don't get along, since she isn't giving him validation every five seconds. And all the other ways they are completely incompatible personality types, but. Especially the asspats thing. He sighs, long-suffering. Is she assuming that he'll just suddenly start genuinely respecting her (beyond his general admiration for anyone who can command a room)? Go, "Oh, yes, Lexa, you were so right and I was so wrong, please let me lick your boots"? ]
You have no reason to give a crap about my opinion. And I don't— need you to like me. [ Said like he's somehow disappointed that she doesn't despite him giving her no incentive to. It's complicated, he and his self-esteem have a complicated relationship. ] So. Can we just... not. Do this. This arguing thing. [ He's so tired and it makes him feel so bad, it's way too personal with them literally sharing a headspace. ]
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(Perhaps there are some similarities.
Some.)]
If you were in another brood, I'd agree with you about your opinion. But you're in mine, and I intend to protect you. [From harm. To keep the annoying ache away from his death. From himself. So, she intends to protect herself. But look, it is what it is.]
I have no choice but to weigh your words. [And act on them.]
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That's basically his internal monologue right now. She makes things so difficult; even when given the option to just politely ignore each other without being straight-up antagonistic — which is really as good as it gets, when it comes to being enemies with Rhys — she doesn't give up. It's exhausting. He doesn't know what to say, he can't just turn his feelings on her to 'positive' mode, it doesn't work that way. ]
I know this is going to sound crazy, but bear with me. If you want me to— I don't know what you want. Like you? Respect you? Whatever it is. You could maybe be, like, actually nice. Instead of bi—hhrrrrrrmmmmm. [ He almost says bitching at me, but that sure is a thing that's going to start shit, so he just makes an unintelligible sound to cover it. ] Instead of— insulting me, and putting swords to my neck. Just a thought, not married to the idea.
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That said, Lexa threatened his life and is utterly unapologetic and only views it as an inconvenience moving forward.
So, she's not helping.]
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Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that you just want me to "get over it." [ With air quotes. ]
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As for "before," I believe that you're referring to when I called you irritating. [Or annoying. Or whatever it was.]
I suppose you would rather I pamper you and make you feel better?
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[ Not comparing her to a dictator is pampering, obviously. Coddling!! He could mention that he's an immigrant to Pandora — if hurtling towards it in an escape pod after setting a moon base on a crash collision course with it is "immigrating" — but he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of thinking he's even softer than she thinks he is now. Helios was hard, too, just— not in the same way. He purses his lips as he thinks of what to say. ]
I have spent a lot of time sucking up to jerks in power who treated me like crap. And I mean a lot. I'm kind of done with that. So, you can start treating me like, you know, your equal, which I am, or you can get lost. Your choice, really. I'll give you some time to think it over.
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Being honest with you is treating you as my equal. We find each other irritating. Little will change that.
I will not harm you again. [Lexa debated adding a "but" before that, but decided that it would have lacked the power it needed. She is being decisive here. Respect it, Rhys.]
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Fine.
[ He's still gonna be sulky about it, though. ]
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[There's a long pause. If he wishes to be treated as her equal, then she should be aware of her plans.]
I want to change things for the Nest. General Hux and I once spoke of ensuring that we have a system in place in our brood to ensure that none of us die. So that all of our abilities complement one another appropriately. I think it's time we expand on that notion and bring it to the rest of the Nest. I've been surveying who I can to do just that. None of us will accept a leader. [Especially with so many leaders among them.] But it will make us better.
[It's the next step to "getting along and getting over their shit," basically.]
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[There is a sense that while her people can do guerrilla-style warfare, that the end result is always brute force.
But still: she thinks she has a point.]