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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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At least, until they're cut short. Like a rolling film reel sliced in the middle of playing. A headache fires up within him, hot with... something to do with Angel's mention of the Bout it Out matches. Hosts got to go? Got to get close to the fan favorite by what, fighting him? Why does he feel jealous about that?
Aoba cringes. He doesn't want Angel to have felt any of that - the pain, his odd string of emotions that went along with it, even the strange feeling of something lurching and struggling to be free from back of his mind. But they were quite close when it happened, and he can't pull away fast enough. ]
S-sorry! O-ow...
[ He sits up straighter, head bowed, one hand pressed against his forehead. The stab of pain subsides to a dull throb, settling there. He'd need to get up and find his medicine, an image of the bottle in his room floating across his mind. ]
Sorry Angel. I... I'm fine. I was listening, I just... I don't know where that came from.
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Safety first, but she is curious. Piecing together what she can from her observation of him so far. ]
It's alright. What do you need?
[ She can ignore - the rest of it right now. The strange jealousy that leaves her off footed. A need to move with it. Settles for bringing her hands up to brush at his cheek tentatively, making sure he was alright. ]
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Through it all, Aoba remains seemingly unaware of this other side to his own self. It's just another headache. At least, that's the mantra playing through his mind as usual. Just another headache. He can fix this, he just needs- ]
My medicine. I-it's alright, I can go get it. I'll be back.
[ He lowers his hand to hers and forces a smile for her. Really, this is normal. She of all people would understand, right? She'd felt his headaches before and despite the pain he's caused, she's continued to be nothing but kind. The least he can do is try to keep it under control for them. Gently, he pushes her hand away and gets up to head to his room. Slowly, to not make it worse for either of them.
It's a while before he comes back. He swallowed the pills Cathaway left him right away, but wanted to give them some time to kick in before he got close to her again. When he comes back to the common area, he's clearly made himself more comfortable. ]
Sorry about that, Angel... Angel?
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Goes back to getting out of the heavier clothes as quickly as she can so that by the time he comes back she's draped on the edge of couch. Her gear is set down in a ( messy, sorry Aoba ) pile on the ground beside her. The flak vest with equipment still mercifully all inside it. Boots next to it and her heads cradled in her still good arm - the other is bandaged across her shoulder and from the top down it's not looking much about it either. Red turning blue turning yellow and brown reaching down to her elbow. Her arm was going to ache for awhile after this, but that was just the price to be paid for getting away with her life.
His voice calls her back from the sleep that's right there. Just a reaching out for him to come back because wasn't sure if he would, said goodbye to him and now he was, but now that he was she forces herself back the rest of the way - ]
Yeah?
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Ah, sorry! I should just let you-
[ Something stops him. A whiff, a hint of... what is that, all of the sudden? Burnt cheese? ]
Shit, the pizza...!
[ It's amazing how fast the mind can drop fixating on one thing and rush to another. Almost as fast as Aoba rushes into the kitchen, where a thin haze of smoke is hanging in the air. It grows a little thicker after he turns off the oven and opens it, coughing as he pulls out the slightly blackened pizza he left in for too long. ]
Sorry- I thought you might be hungry, but I- ...I-it's fine though, just stay there and rest! I got it!
[ He chokes it out between coughs, and fumbles to open a window with thick oven mits still on his hands. ]
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She manages to get standing, which is a start at least. A content, if exhausted smile there regardless. ] Thank you, Aoba, you didn't have to, really. Is it too badly burnt?
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I-it should be fine once it cools down. At least on the half that's... not as black as the other half.
[ He sighs. It's half a cough. ]
Maybe I should just stick with ordering food...
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You are doing better than me. I still haven't tried cooking yet. It's.... I used to have people hat cooked for me, I guess you could say. So you're doing much better than I am.
[ easier than explaining digistruct, or that she never used to have to eat. Then again when she did, Jack would spoil her. The best chef in their side of the galaxy made meals for her birthday. A team of the Helios cooks did the same for her. Pretty princess in her tower. Never had to lift a finger. ]
I'll take it anyway. I'm sure it's fine. It's just extra crispy.