AUGUST MINGLE.

[etrayamods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: Late August into September
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: August's arrival log + a crash.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Clown horror, potential graphic violence, & psychological trauma. Please add additional warnings as needed within threads.

⏵ arrival ⏴ Your arrival to Etraya may have unfolded just as anticipated. Aurora, ever the gracious host, greets her new citizens with a welcoming smile and a straightforward introduction to this strange new world they've found themselves in–assuming, of course, that they're courteous in return. Those less inclined to use their manners will find their reception cut short. Aurora dislikes not being listened to and treated unjustly, and this will disappear the moment she receives any backtalk from newcomers. In the hospital's lobby, long tables are arranged with various crockpots filled with steaming soups and chillis. Bread bowls are neatly stacked to the side, and a selection of sides to compliment the meal is spread across one of the tables. Perhaps this isn't the place they had anticipated waking up in. Still, Aurora and her companion bots are attempting to make others feel welcome in the unfamiliar place they'll now be calling their home. Or perhaps, your initial touchdown into the world was on a space station. Individuals who had been exploring the station, lending a hand, or causing shenanigans of their own - find themselves in an entirely different predicament. Without warning, they'll no longer find solid ground under their feet but be plunged into the icy depths of Etraya's rivers. One moment they're wandering sterile corridors of the station–the next, they're drowing, pulled into dark and seemingly bottomless waters. Fish of all shapes and sizes swim around them - some of them even glow a multitude of different colors - swim around them curiously, but offer no assistance. After all, they're only fish. Those sinking will need to try to struggle their way towards the surface themselves. If they reach the surface successfully, they'll find themselves in the southeast of Etraya: in front of them lies an island that looks almost entirely dead and devoid of life. If they cannot reach the surface by themselves, they'll find a new horror: inky black tentacles slither through the water, wrapping around their limbs. They grab hold tight, but don't pull them down further: instead, the creature seems intent on getting them up to the surface. It drags them upwards until their heads surface above water. Before anyone can fully comprehend what has happened, the tentacles vanish, leaving no trace of their existence - save for the cold, clinging terror left behind in their wake. It almost feels as if those who had come into contact with them were touched by a living nightmare: the cold sensation will linger on their skin where tentacles had touched for one week before the feeling will dissipate. On the dead island, many companion bots linger at the edges of the water, eager to help their new arrivals out and wrap them in warm, cozy towels. They'll do their best to calm them down and offer an abbreviated explanation of their situation: the space station is crashing down, but they could pull those meant to safely land in Etraya out before they were in any real danger. Unfortunately, Aurora couldn't control where they landed. Welcome to your new home. ⏵ impact ⏴ It happens shortly after the new arrivals arrive: The space station, while previously far enough away from Etraya to be impossible to spot from the skies, becomes visible in the skyline. Torn from the black hole's orbit and suddenly deposited elsewhere, it spirals towards the islands below. While all assistance in keeping it from entirely crushing the city below it is welcome and much appreciated, no one can prevent its fall entirely. The space station manages to find itself redirected just enough that it falls through the southwest corner of the barrier protecting the city. While it's meant to keep all things out, everyone within Etraya will notice the way the barrier bends under the weight of the station, cracks appearing in the soft, barely visible sphere that surrounds them. Instead of breaking under the weight, it bends and shifts until it allows in part of the space station. Covered in a thick, almost slimy substance, the space station crashes through, barely avoiding Beviin-Vasur Farm and S.T.A.R Labs and covering the island that sits between them. The crash sends shockwaves through the city, leaving the ground trembling and the ground rattling. When the dust begins to settle, the scale of how badly it has damaged Etraya becomes clear: reflective pieces have spread across the islands, much further than they rightfully should have. These shards, remnants from the House of Mirrors, glint menacingly in the sunlight, reflecting distorted images of Etraya and anyone walking past them. While the barrier managed to hold, the crash has left it weakened. Aurora sends a quick message along that anything coming close to the barrier from the outside might cause irreversible damage and asks Etrayans to please refrain from toying with it until she can make repairs. Companion bots rush to assess the damage and remove the bits of the ship around the edges of the barrier. ⏵ shattered remnants ⏴ But it's not damage to the barrier that the citizens of Etraya should be concerned about: it's those shards of mirrors scattered throughout their islands and in their rivers. During the day, it's their distorted images and harshly worded whispers coming from the pieces that they have to concern themselves with: they'll try to coax characters to cut themselves with the mirror shards, to let them in. Anyone who is cut with the glass will immediately enter a near-catatonic state - at least, as far as anyone can see. While their bodies remain empty, their hearts are locked away within the mirrors themselves. They'll see a young boy, sitting among several clown dolls, sobbing uncontrollably. Closer inspections of the boy will show that he looks just as fractured as the mirror pieces: there are breaks along his skin, cracks going over his cheeks, his arms, that threaten to break even worse. The boy does not respond to their words, seemingly unaware of their presence entirely. Those stuck in the mirror universe will be trapped until a solution is found. During the night, the clowns come out of the mirrors in pieces themselves. An arm will escape from one mirror, a leg from another, a head from a separate piece of mirror, and they'll work to try and pull their pieces together so that they can take out any living creature nearby. They seem oblivious to the presence of the mirrors and will not react to others picking them up or moving them. ⏵ decay's howl ⏴With the barrier being in a weakened state and a steep drop where the ship had collided into the barrier, it appears that another living creature has made itself's presence known: wolves now lurk in the forest areas of Etraya. Most of them are as friendly as one would expect an average wolf to be: fine from a distance but may get a little more grumpy if someone tries to approach them. Others - have a black, tarry substance dripping off of them, and will attack anyone on site. The infected wolves linger around dead trees and plants, and do not move all that far away from them unless coaxed. But it does seem like there are several more rotting, dead trees and patches among the grass that weren't there before. . . ⏵ clean up duty ⏴ On September 2nd, Aurora sends a message: Hello, Citizens of Etraya, I apologize for the interruption. As I am sure you have been made aware, we have a significant amount of debris scattered throughout our home. I am requesting your assistance with gathering all of the debris, and delivering it to the hospital. There will be a large bin set outside in which the debris can be safely disposed of. I will be awarding an additional ten points to anyone who assists in cleaning up Etraya. Thank you, Aurora ⏵ NOTES ⏴ Despite how many individuals there were on the space station, there are no bodies found in the rubble. Pieces of the space station are inside and outside the barrier. The pieces of the space station inside the barrier seem to be from the first quadrant. Solving the issue of the mirror pieces and the boy is up to the players. We encourage you to work together and use your characters' talents to try and either break out or break in to the mirrorverse. Feel free to use the OOC comm to put up a post for plotting between players if it will be helpful, and please use the plotting comment below to ask mods for help or to see if your idea for resolving this will work. We'll work with you and give hints if we think it will help! If this does start to cut into the time set aside for the next mission, we'll post up a resolution for getting characters out of the mirror verse. You won't be missing out on any fun missions! Wolves can now be found within Etraya! At this time, there are only three of the infected wolves. Any links involving clean up can be posted to Activity Check to get the promised ten points. For any questions relating to the contents of this log, please use the mod queries thread. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

mod queries.

[etrayamods]

[hasitsthorns]

Hello, modly ones! Since Rosie is the resident wolf yokai lady, would the wolves respond to her any differently if she tried to communicate with them?

She'll focus on the normal wolves, but definitely be curious about the tarry ones and see if they aren't receptive to 'talking' as well.

[tinflower]

hello would aurora have any answers about what happened to the space station since it was permanently stuck in place? could collecting fragments of the ship bring in any clues....

clownery

[revengeisalie]

What would happen if characters tried to fight the clowns in the mirror universe? Am I understanding this right that the clowns surrounding the crying child are the same ones escaping the mirrors at night?

[levelshift]

What's the mirror universe like settings-wise? As well, do powers function normally in the mirror universe, or is it possible for them to not work/fluctuate?

Re: mod queries.

[decohere]

Would ava's phasing powers allow her into the mirror universe without cutting herself or leaving her body behind? Not that she wants to even touch creepy clown land tbh 😭

[waytodie]

Does the network work at all inside the mirror’verse? Can people stuck there communicate with people on the outside in any way at all, maybe through the fragments scattered across Etraya, or in a mirror in a friends house?

plotting.

[etrayamods]

[utinam]

Mods. Please. Please. Nuvia has a fierce need to save the boy. A FIERCE NEED! She wants to rescue the baby by getting into mirror verse. Other than getting cut, what else can she do? Will she feel anything different upon touching the mirror? Will her skin telepathy get anything new or the same old images from before?

Also. All the NPC at the station is dead??? Nuvia would like to do something to commemorate them because they were the first group of individuals that accepted her and made her feel very welcomed. She wishes she could have done more for them. How much would it cost for Nuvia to get something done for their honor?

rowena macleod ★ supernatural

[magike]

★ ARRIVAL

( her dress has seen better days, though you could argue that the woman wearing it also has. whilst the hospital may have stitched up her wound she didn't allow them to do too much, though after her rudeness to aurora they likely might not have wanted to. this isn't her world, the world that she'd been saving-- the world that she was supposed to die to save. if she was now here? bollocks.

though she'd made it out from the hospital bed to the lobby, careful steps (and masking her pain with each one) she's not entirely impressed by what she sees. even if food probably is a good idea. though after walking she's not certain she could stand for long enough to get the food, opting instead to sit for a moment. sit, catch her breath, feel a little better, then get food. or maybe get someone else to bring her some food? )

★ CLEAN UP DUTY

( in the days that had past since rowena had arrived she'd been able to heal herself a little more, though her injury is far from recovered, her physical weakness affecting her magical strength and all she really does it boost herself slightly, able at least to stand or walk for longer before the pain's too much (or her weakness hits her).

but it does give her just enough strength to dare to venture out of the room she'd been taken to in the housing, wanting to know something of the city that she'd been dragged to, and coincidentally the request from aurora sits there as well.

whilst rowena doesn't actually collect debris herself, she's not sure she could do bending down just yet, she will approach someone that is helping out and maybe she'll help carry some along the way )

Are you seeking the points or feeling more charitable?

( though the part about the points is asked with a more dubious tone. ten points feels like a gold star and... it's almost insulting )

arrival

[relished]

[he only returns the hospital to retrieve supplies and check if there is any new inventory. he's probably testing his luck, and it's possible that the bots (and Aurora) log what he's taken, but nothing has been said. in a way, it encourages him to continue. the arrivals take up plenty of attention and allow him to slip into supply rooms quietly and unnoticed.

he's on his way back out, carrying his briefcase with him, when he sees Rowena barely making it to chair. it's an odd sight - most arrivals don't arrive injured. if they do, they're kept in their rooms to be tended to. he hasn't seen many force their ways out of their rooms to suffer in silence in a room full of people. bloodstained dress, no less.

it's interesting; curious, even. he loops around slowly, as if he's inspecting the food, before sidling up beside her.]

Waiting for someone?

carpenter | the silt verses

[sruth]

i: arrival

[ Those who reach Etraya's islands may find a dripping damp woman kneeling by the banks of the river. Her hands are dug into the dry, dead earth, and her breathing is deep and ragged and labored.

Most notable, however, is that she's screaming. ]

You fucking monster! You hideous, insensate animal! Do you think I'd be grateful? Do you think I'd give you another offering, if only you kept me alive? I have nothing to give you because you took it already, you pathetic, greedy thing! I shouldn't even give you my wrath, because apparently that's all I'm allowed, thanks to you! Is that why you brought him to me? Is that why you want to take, take, take? Well, if you insist on listening to me, hear this: I curse you, I reject you, and I will find a way to destroy you. Do you understand? Do you fucking understand me?

[ All this yelling seems to be taking it out of her. Carpenter coughs once, twice, and then when a companion bot approaches to help, she twists around to shove it - whatever it is, it doesn't matter - away.

That's when she sees you. And at that point, all she can do is glare, tired eyes glistening hot with anger and grief. ]

ii: decay's howl

[ If you try to go out into the woods at night, you might eventually realize you're being followed. It's not by a wolf - but it is by someone who looks almost as haggard. Whoever it is, they've been trailing you since you stepped foot in these woods, but haven't been going very fast.

Carpenter limps up to join you, then rummages in the pocket of her large overcoat to find a cigarette lighter. She flicks it on, allowing it to illuminate her eyes and the hollows of her cheeks. ]

You shouldn't be out here unless you know what you're doing. [ She clearly assumes you don't. ] There's something in these woods.

[ And, as if on cue, a wolf howls. ]

iii: cleanup / shattered remnants

[ Carpenter has nominally joined the cleanup efforts, but she's not actually helping. Instead, she sits on a log on the outer part of the site, watching everyone else work like a crow.

That is, until you pick up a shard of glass. Then she calls out to you, motioning you to come closer. ]

Careful with that. Let me take a look.

[ She speaks with authority, like she's used to having her commands more or less obeyed. ]

iv: wildcard

[ feel free to pm this journal or moonlanding @ plurk for plotting! ]

i. arrival

[equivo]

[ There's a certain bitter comedy in becoming one of the people who run to instead of from.

It happens more often than he'd like to let on. Emergency response is hero work. His role is meant to be on the side of creating disturbances, not moping them up.

But there are edge cases. Sometimes it's better to tackle an inevitable problem head on rather than waste time trying to get out of the way. Sometimes there's a stake involved that can't be shrugged off. And sometimes, something hits a scale that requires all hands on deck.

The shape growing larger in the sky with every passing minute strikes him as meeting the threshold of scale. As he jumps bot by bot to the scene of the first fall he thinks, absurdly, of a game he loved as a kid. The clock ticking down as the moon in the sky sank, inevitable until you played through the loop thoroughly enough to shift causality in your favour.

That could be why he's calm, even as he fetches up on the edge of the cold, choppy river. He's used to watching calamity coming from a distance.

The woman howling at the water, on the other hand, isn't watching anything coming. It's already hit.

And he'll head off to the edge of the map under the shadow of a gravity-doomed space station without flinching, but still have to fight the instinct to snap away from this smaller catastrophe without a word. It's hideously intimate, an invasion of privacy he wouldn't forgive in her shoes. That part doesn't faze him. He's not really hung up on forgiveness. He just doesn't want to see this.

But leaving her would be worse, so there he is when she looks up, his face drawn closed and hands tensely flat past his wrists. She looks like she wants to hit him, in that she looks like she wants to hit everything. ]

Are you done?

[ It's not the worst possible thing he could have asked. If he'd given himself a few more minutes, he surely could have come up with something even more abjectly horrendous. ]

Mal Durrish | Star Wars: Legends OC | OTA

[once_reborn]

Arrival

She really does have very little experience with water. Pools, sure, ok, fine - but actual open water is more of a thing than she'd anticipated. Suffice to say, she'd come late to the concept of swimming.

Which is fine, but now that you can't trust the actual ground beneath your feet...

She moves from higher ground to higher ground, using the Force to move around in a manner which may look very much like a large-scale game of the Floor is Lava. But after being dumped unceremoniously into the water a few times...

Suffice to say she's got rope and a lifejacket to toss to any arrivals - because she certainly doesn't trust Aurora's droids to be left to their own devices with rescuing.

Impact / Shattered Remnants

If it weren't for the Force, she'd likely have hit her head and received a lovely concussion when the crash happened - but a fortunate use of force push is helpful in that regard. The trouble is, she knows an impact from orbit when she feels it.

So this could get a lot worse, very fast. But the fact that they aren't dead is a good start.

And she makes an initial survey to make sure that all is well. As in "no power cores about to overload or the crust beneath them hasn't been cracked, which would mean "imminent death by magma."

Unfortunately this sort of thing happens in her galaxy.

Then it becomes a matter of getting to work on the cleanup. And she takes signs with her, when she goes, written in the most basic writing she can manage. They're not for her, but for others who may not know, and she posts them up around major sites:

"Wear heavy gloves! All materials may have contamination!"

"If you find any glowing lights LEAVE ALONE - may be radioactive!"

Because they have neither radiation suits or detectors, and that is of profound concern to her. She has no idea about the glass - not yet, at least - but the rest is just common sense from disaster cleanups that are, unfortunately, a common mission for Jedi in her era.

So she can be found in the wreckage, moving heavy pieces with her telekinesis, shifting them into piles. She doesn't expect to find survivors from the station - she's still not sure how much of it is real - but it'd be nice if there were. Unlikely. But nice.

CYA!

[I'm always happy to go for random ideas or stuff outside my prompts, just drop me a line through by or on plurk: c_for_characters

impact/shattered remnants

[facultative]

Meanwhile Anakin subscribes to the belief that if it was truly dangerous the Force would tell him about it as he picks up things without a single care in the world. Skywalkers, right? He audibly scoffs when he comes across one of the signs and then picks up another part that could be repurposed later.

He's not making any obvious displays of power despite how easily he could get this cleaned up. He wants the chance to pick over the wreckage first. Padmé might not be happy with him bringing junk back, but he had an empty room he wasn't using.

samil ( original )

[rowd]

⏵ shattered remnants

( shipwrecks aren't all that new to him, nor are wrecks of this sort. the ground shaking, barrier bending, and fragments of the ship crashing around them, however, is. usually when these things happen, they happen from a distance; far enough away sam's not in immediate danger of getting squashed.

luckily, nothing manages to squash him. instead, sam's left wondering what the fuck is going on here - and the feeling doesn't subside when aurora sends her announcement, because it sounds like she's not sure what's going on either. how promising.

it's whatever. he's seen worse. kind of.

except the clown.. bits that start appearing at night are really fucking weird - but entertaining. which is why sam opts to take a very normal approach to clown limbs clowning around and throws a goddamn axe over his shoulder, swinging it down and breaking any clown pieces he finds around into bits. if he happens to find one that's managed to piece itself together - well, at least it'll provide more of a challenge. right? )

⏵ howl's decay

Hey!!

( he's out in the northwest section of the islands, arms wrapped around one of the normal looking wolves - who isn't all that happy to have been wrestled down to the ground by some giant. doesn't matter, sam doesn't seem to care all that much about their feelings.

or. he isn't intentionally harming the wolf any; if anything, it looks like sam's trying to keep the wolf restrained while it opens its jaws and tries to gnaw on him. the bites don't bother him all that much, especially considering his attention is turned to the other person, )

Save my sandwich, will ya?

( you know. the one that's on the floor, just a few feet from sam and the wolf he's wrestling. it may or may not appear to have teeth marks on it. )

⏵ clean up

( there's a bag of miscellaneous bullshit flung over his shoulder while sam makes his way towards the bin aurora had designated for debris, but despite how full it is, the weight doesn't bother him any.

sam's even reaching over towards whoever he's about to pass, to take their garbage out of their hands for them, too. helpfully. )

I got it.

( no asking if they needed help, he's just giving it anyway. )

⏵ wildcard

( throw whatever at me! or reach out to me at crowbars /by pm and we can work something out. )

howl's decay

[tinflower]

[ Have you ever just walked into a scene and don't know what the fuck.

Because that's Gorgug. Just trying to head towards the edge of the barrier, find anything to do with the ship that isn't just pieces of flooring or shit that tells him nothing, and he finds: a scene. And maybe a reason not to listen to his headphones so loudly because you know what? He doesn't even hear Sam calling.

He just walks into the scene of one fake dad (fake dad #2) and a wolf wrestling on the ground, and that's a good reason to pull down the earphones and stop for just a second, wide-eyed.

And start walking in their direction, hands raising up...!! Sam, he should help, right?? You want him to help to throw it off??

Or maybe you want to warn Gorgug about the sandwich that he's walking towards and didn't hear you shout about. (Because his headphones? Are definitely making a lot of death metal sounds, even hanging from his neck.) ]

castiel (au) / supernatural

[depressant]

—arrival

Castiel wasn't especially fond of the space station, but he was even less fond of the lake.

Castiel can't swim. Not well, anyway. Dean had taught him, a year ago, but he hadn't ever had chance or reason to practice, and now he's regretting that oversight. He struggles to reach the surface, pushed in on every side by the dark weight of the water, but he just isn't strong enough to do it. Perhaps if he were still an angel, but of course then he'd pull free with no trouble at all. Out of the water. Into the sky. Nothing could possibly hold him down if he could still stretch his wings wide and fly.

As it is, well, he finds himself captured. He struggles when the slick black tendrils wrap around him. He kicks and scratches and bites, exhausting his air, but he's gradually borne to the surface regardless. When he's spat up onto the loamy earth, he gags and retches and shakes, fingers digging deep into the sand and mud as he struggles to catch his breath.

—network

un:castiel_2
so, uh
i was on the space station
what the fuck just happened?

@RK800

[reconstruction]

The space station that you were previously residing on crashed. There isn't any current information on the cause.
Are you in need of assistance?

rosie | ota (will match format!)

[hasitsthorns]

❥ decay's howl.

During dusk, Rosie can be caught venturing out to the forest where wolves now roam. She is trying to keep this new little routine of hers a secret... but stealth isn't actually her strength. Whether because of concern or suspicion, if someone follows her they'll discover what she's trying to keep hidden easily enough.

"Hey, guys," she says in a hush to a couple of wolves that trot her way once they spot her. Almost like domesticated dogs might, their tails wag slowly and they lean against her and into her hands to be pet. The blond gives a laugh as she scritches behind the ear of one and runs her fingers along the head of the other. Aren't wolves supposed to be a little more wary of people?

"Let's see if we can find out what Midnight is up to-" she starts, but the wolves actually hear someone approach before she does. Their ears perk up and they immediately dart some distance away; their heads dip lower, curious but cautious, as Rosie turns to look at who might have followed her.

"What are you doing out here?" she'll ask, like she isn't also... out here? And that's kind of weird?

❥ clean up duty.

Hair tired up in a cute messy bun, crop top on, and short shorts hugging her hips- Rosie is ready to help clean up. While she is definitely motivated by the points, she also knows it's just the appropriate thing to do. They're all here to help their own worlds and each other's, right? That starts with being a team player where she can.

This is also a much easier way to do that than others.

"Come on!" she'll encourage, holding a bag open for someone else. "Throw it in here from there. Make it fun, y'know? If you make the shot, you get a prize!" Though she doesn't specify what, her energy is hopefully infectious and persuasive enough to get people a little enthused about their community service.

❥ shattered remains.

Eventually, the mirror's draw becomes too much. Rosie does her best to ignore the haunted whispers from the shards, for a time, but then... When she catches her reflection, it's as a demon instead of a human. In a panic, she grabs it immediately to try and hide it before anyone else can see.

Her grip along the jagged edge though is so tight in her frantic pull that she hisses for the pain of it slicing into her palm. The shard is tossed and she's going to look at the wound to see what she can do, but she doesn't get the chance to.

Before she can say anything, call for any help, or stop it- Consciousness is pulled out from under her like a rug and she falls to the ground with a thwump. While she still breathes softly and appears to be alive, she won't wake up out there but instead inside the mirror.

"What in the purgatory nonsense," she'll utter, 'waking up' on the other side. She can hear a child crying and looks to find the source. She looks for... anything, really, since so far there appears to be a whole lot of nothing.

Or anyone, maybe, that might have suffered the same fate.

❥ plot with me.

(( hi hi, it's chai! feel free to hmu @ tentamenace on Plurk/Discord if you wanna hash things out or have any other ideas!! ))

clean up duty.

[tinflower]

[ Rosie is so chipper about all of this.

Which--it's not extremely out of place. People aren't walking around like they're at a wake, but it still catches Gorgug's attention, who isn't really here for the good of it aspect, but he's been searching for any of the bigger pieces like he might be able to tell anything from them. Like this is a thing he will be able to do.

None of this is important though. What's important is the slab of metal Gorgug is holding when she's calling for people to chuck things in, that's around...20 centimetres in length. Not massive, but he is looking between it and her bag.

She hadn't been looking at him when she said it, but Rosie, do you catch this half-orc questioning this throw. Rosie, do you want to risk Gorgug making this throw. ]

Linhardt von Hevring | Fire Emblem: 3 Houses | OTA

[sleepfan]

Arrival - open to other newbies

[ Luckily, Linhardt has been teleported often enough in his life that he recognizes the pull at the pit of his stomach. It buys him enough time when the floor disappears from under his feet to register that he's about to fall into the water, and to throw his leather bag into the air. Sucking in air , Linhardt closes his eyes and focuses.

The gust of wind hurdles both Linhardt and his bag into the sky above the river. There's no time to appreciate the view - instead, Linhardt quickly identifies the nearest piece of land and, fingers moving swiftly in the air as he once again starts to fall, he barely completes the sigil in time to send the bag flying up and in the nearby the nearby island with another, stronger gust of wind before he hits the water feet first.

Frigid. 'Cold' is not an adequate term for the feeling of plunging into the water, daggers of ice plunging their blades into his muscles, which seize under the unexpected temperature change. Linhardt kicks his legs in an attempt to push himself up to the surface, but the weight of his coat threatens to drag him further down. With only a second of hesitation, Linhardt frees his arms from the water-logged wool and lets the garment, with its heavy metal clasps and extravagent insulated lining, sink. Next, he rids himself of the heavy boots. Then, with another burst of physical effort, Linhardt manages to break up to the surface. There. There's land there. But he's not there. He's here, in the water. His feet are pleasantly numb, which isn't a good sign.

He hates this. He has to swim, doesn't he?

With a glum sigh, Linhardt moves his limbs in a decent, but not particularly impressive, breaststroke. The moment he reaches dry land, the healer stops to rest, breathing heavily while resting on his knees. Just a small nap. That's all he wants.

One more thing. Just one more. With a groan, Linhardt forces himself to stand and gaze around the beach. Ah. There.

Upon finding the miraculously dry bag, Linhardt curls himself around it on the sand and immediately passes out.

When he comes to, Linhardt finds a blanket around him and a small...something... Next to him? What is it? It's not alive. It's talking. Is it talking? Is it a talking rock?

Linhardt sits up and looks around. There. There's a person nearby. He waves a hand to get their attention, and then points at the small not living talking...thing.]

Is the metal talking or am I hallucinating?

[A fair question given the amount of physical and mental stress he is under. It should be considered.]

Shattered Remnants - Day

[ The whispers were annoying. "Cut yourself with the shard. Let us in." They would be less annoying if there wasn't glass everywhere - including in places which made no logical sense given the crash path of the giant 'ship'. There is no respite. He goes to explore the city, whispers. He decides to see what is killing the trees in the woods, whispers. He tries to take a nap in one of the living trees, whispers. He has to watch every step now that he's lacking footwear, and it is grating.

Which is why Linhardt, entirely done with the situation, leans over the ground where he's found the newest shard, green hair dangling over the glass but not touching it, and speaks back.]

Does that work? Does anybody hear an anonymous, disembodied voice advising self harm and do what it says? 'Why yes, strange voice emanating from the concerningly enchanted object, cutting myself sounds like a very wise decision.'

[It doesn't do anything, of course. Linhardt sighs; he isn't even sure if talking back made him feel any better. He turns to look at a person approaching and, after making eye contact, he gestures towards the ground. ]

Be careful. Shouldn't someone be doing something about this?

[ Not him. Someone else. ]

Clean Up Duty

[ Linhardt dislikes manual labor (or magical labor). He dislikes strenuous effort. He despises being told what to do under the assumption that is motivated by external favor. It is distasteful that such a thing, if this 'Echo' being is read and being truthful, has come down to something like that. His dislike does not override his concern for innocents. Linhardt does not hate the situation deeply enough to consign others to harm.

However, he doeshate the situation enough for him to participate the absolute minimum amount. Doing this requires some prelimenary research. Linhardt sits on the top of the closed debrias box, legs dangling off the side. He's leaned back so he can take in the most of the fresh air, almost giving the impression he's about to fall asleep on top of the debris box.

He isn't.

Not intentionally.

Approaching the box results in Linhardt getting up and pulling the box often. His eyes drift towards what they've brought as their 'debris'.]

Do you think that's enough?

[He yawns while he waits for his answer. Hm. A nap might be order after all.]

Choose your own/Howl's Decay/Plot!

(OOC: I'm totally open to other scenarios/options as well. Unfortunately, Linhardt is both adept at defending himself and sensible, so his answer to finding out there are murder wolves out in the woods is to not go into the woods except for short stints to look at the plants, and to leave the moment anything is awry. But if you want to find him puzzling in the woods or something, that is an option)

Shattered Remnants - Day

[tinflower]

Do what?

[ Hello, green-haired fellow; it's a green-skinned fellow that happens to be here, seeing what the other gestures to, and the question back sincere. He's coming somewhat closer, at least just to see the shard from a different direction. ]

Throw them away?

[ He'd heard the talking to the shard, but hadn't actually paid enough close attention to know what was said. There's some boy visible on the other side, right? Maybe they're talking about that. ]

ava starr * mcu (ota)

[decohere]

a. impact
Ava impassively peers at the familiar space station crashed through the damaged barrier, watches as bots clear away chunks of debris. She might be concerned, for all those that had been trapped upon it, though she hadn't bothered to get to know any of them while she had been aboard. But there seems to be no evidence of victims amongst the wreckage. Which maybe is concerning in another way.

There's a warning about not messing with the barrier, about causing irreversible damage. It's tempting to take advantage of the weakened state, see if she can manage to slip herself through. Except the disaster has drawn enough attention, there's far too much activity around to do so unnoticed. Ava scowls slightly, turns to whoever is nearby. "What's on the other side, do you think?"

b. shattered remnants
"Oh, shut up," Ava rolls her eyes at a shard of mirror that she crouches to delicately pick up, as something inside tries to coax her to slice herself upon it. Too bad for the whispers, Ava's so stubbornly defiant that the attempts to manipulate her have no real effect.

Except curiosity. Because there's clearly something in there. She glares past her own reflection, trying to catch better sight of something that doesn't seem quite there. And phases her finger through the reflective surface to give a harsh poke in case something is watching her back.

She looks slightly embarrassed at getting caught. "It started it."

c. clean up duty
They're asked to participate in clean up duty, of all things. As if that's her responsibility. But her curiosity about the shattered mirrors lingers, and Ava goes out during the collection efforts to fill up her own box of pieces. She's wearing thick gloves this time, because she's not falling for their tricks.

But instead of dropping them off at the hospital, Ava finds a nice quiet patch in the grass to start assembling the pieces together, switching out fragments and carefully assessing the jagged edges and searching for straight ones, trying to fit them back together like a puzzle.

Her eyebrows are drawn together in concentration, and she's not aware of how much time is really passing. But she's only made minimal progress. She sits back and sighs in frustration, not sure why she's even doing this, other than she's felt so absolutely aimless that it's nice to have something to focus on.

d.
(wildcard! hit me up if you have any ideas. Ava's phasing will theoretically allow her to pass into the mirrors, but at this time she's not super inclined to visit clown town or be particularly helpful. soooo. definitely open to anyone convincing her.)

Shattered Remnants

[sleepfan]

Linhardt hasn't touched any of the shards: There is clear magic at work that he does not understand and he is concerned that touching them may have adverse effects. That doesn't prevent him from watching Ava's attempt, his curiosity moving from the glass to the woman as she seems to stick her fingers inside of the mirror. Can they do that?

"It did." The mage agrees readily. The whispers are worse than dangerous - they are annoying. Nobody except a small child or an idiot would actually do what they were told by a mysterious disembodied voice. Linhardt has no idea who the woman is, but in his opinion, she's responding to the voices in precisely the appropriate manner: If they want to be taken seriously, they could use tactics a 4 year old would fall for.

"What did you just do?"

His voice is curious and his gaze is openly inquisitive without judgement.

"What does it feel like inside?"

Peter Parker / Spider-Man | MCU

[keepitgoing]

⏵ impact (peter) ⏴

[The ship coming down starts as smaller, less obvious meteors: thick pieces of ship, sheared off or broken up in the atmosphere, speeding toward the city and the people inside it. Peter doesn't have time to even switch into his suit, not in the first harrowing moments. His spidey senses are going absolutely feral in his nerve endings, which spurs him into action, and as a chunk of broken ships comes hurtling toward a fellow Etrayan, he yells:]

Watch out!

[Maskless and so very clearly Peter Parker, the quiet nerdy guy from the apartments, he proceeds to fire launch a web at your chest, or perhaps your back, and with a yank you're unceremoniously pulled out of the way... just in time for one of those meteors to slam into the earth you'd just been standing on. Don't worry about falling on your ass, because Peter's rushing forward and catching you with seeming effortlessness.]

I gotcha...! Are you okay?!

[Smoke and dust roll on the wind from the new, small crater left where parts of the space ship had fallen.

That's not good.]

⏵ impact (spider-man) ⏴



[He does eventually find a place to swap into his Spider-Man suit, and once he does? He makes quick work of as much of the falling debris as he can. Some may look up and see a fragment of the station hurtling down toward them or one of the buildings — perhaps the diner, or one of the sprawling manors — and will find Spider-Man swinging in urgently, using his web as a sloppy but effective sling to bounce the danger away; the chunk of wreckage may not exactly land pretty, but it beats a crushed home or (worse) a crushed citizen, huh?

As Spider-Man climbs higher and higher into the thick of the damage, some may see him: a blue and red little dot, weaving expertly around the carnage to try and redirect as much of the broken station away from inhabited land as possible. It just takes a little physics, you know? Pull something this way, kick a metal wall the other. No sweat...!



And once the station does inevitably crash, Spider-Man rushes to start helping. After all, someone may have gotten trapped or hit by something, or someone from the station could be trapped in the rubble. Don't expect him to rest much in the coming hours, because this is way too serious a situation to get tired now.]

⏵ clean up duty ⏴

[In fact, Peter Parker or Spider-Man can be found later on, after the commotion has died down... still stubbornly not resting. It's kind of like when you swear you're stop after one hour of videogames... then you'll stop after another hour... and another... and suddenly you're gross and stinky and it's 6 in the morning? Yeah, it's like that, only he's been plucking debris out of the sand and off the streets and off the roofs of buildings.

He's still keeping Peter and Spider-Man separate, but... well.

Some people saw, at the start of the chaos.

So he's definitely prepared to do some explaining to said people.]

⏵ wildcard ⏴

[Got a starter, or another idea in mind? Hit me up via PM or on plurk if you're wanting to do something else! I'm usually down for whatever! My plurk is simpledog if you need to reach out.]

impact > peter

[mostdangerousbird]

[ It’s his fault, really. Tim was running towards the falling debris - he could hear people over there - but he hadn’t counted on a piece of the station sheering off a corner of the building. For a moment, everything hangs in the air above him.

Watch out!

Tim knows how big the debris is. The mass. Gravity. It’s too late to watch out. He’s never going to get clear in time.

He turns to run anyway.

Barely gets a stride in before a flash of white thwips into his chest and he’s yanked off his feet. Tim tries to compensate for the force like he would if he was swinging on a grappling hook, to spot a landing, something…

And then he’s caught neatly by a teenager. He needs a second to catch up with the deal with the figurative whiplash. ]

I - yeah?

[ Tim pulled at the stuff on his shirt. Or tried. His hand stuck fast to it. ]

What the heck is this?

Boba Fett | Star Wars: Legends | OTA

[shabuir]

i. impact

[ The impact is, to put it mildly, a very, very unpleasant surprise.

It’s bad enough for Etraya at large but the Beviin-Vasur Farm being as close as it is to the impact site does Fett no favors. One moment, the day is still and ordinary—and the next, it’s as if the farmhouse is being shaken in the hands of a giant. The ground bucks and shakes, furniture is thrown to the floor, and Fett is forced to a crouch to keep himself from a similar fate. And the sound. Even with his helmet’s automatic sound-dampeners and his position beneath solid stone underground, the noise blanks out everything else, an all-consuming roar that leaves his ears ringing.

Even so, he can still hear secondary impacts in the wake. They go on for a long time.

By the time Fett risks coming above-ground, the farm is in chaos. Metallic debris is scattered across the ground, some chunks larger than he is, and there have been multiple impacts with the farm’s various structures. Fortunately, most of the buildings are well-fortified enough that nothing looks to be out-and-out destroyed, but there are caved-in roofs on several of the outbuildings. Also, there’s fire. A lot of fire. It’s not surprising, given the farm has been basically salted with super-heated bits of metal debris. Since most of the buildings are made of stone, it’s not a structural threat, but it is eating through the outer camouflaging layers of woven vines and foliage that cover the roofs of most of the buildings.

The farm, once disguised as rolling hills and mounds of vegetation, is rapidly being laid bare.

Anyone who approaches the area to investigate following the impact will find Fett on damage control mode, putting out fires with nothing more advanced than a bucket of water. He doesn’t look up from his work, but after several moments of silence, he will address the interloper: ]

You here to gawk, or are you going to help?

ii. shattered remnants

[ Fett isn’t the sort to talk about his feelings—at least, not when Aurora isn’t holding his galaxy at metaphorical blaster-point to coerce him into it. If he’s upset about the state of Beviin’s farm or still on-edge after a falling space station had nearly smashed it into the ground, he’s not saying.

He is spending a lot of his time lately on the hunt, though. The disembodied pieces that ooze their way out of glass shards offer plenty of quarry, and it’s a pragmatic enough way of blowing off steam; the wayward limbs and extremities may make for a disturbing sight, but they fall just as easily to blaster and blade. Though… it is a little too easy. Like swatting insects.

Which is why the next time Fett comes across a squirming, incomplete mass of clown parts in the woods, he doesn’t destroy it immediately. Instead, he follows it from a distance, giving it time to find its peers and put itself together.

For one, he wants to see what happens when it gets enough pieces to make a complete body. And second: he wants to see if it will be at all challenging to break the resulting creature apart again. ]

Accelerator | A Certain Magical Index | OTA

[levelshift]

Impact

[So, a space station suddenly dropping out of orbit isn't the weirdest thing Accelerator has ever experienced. Academy City's satellite supercomputer the Tree Diagram was shot out of space months ago, and he himself has traveled by way of technology that can be best described as "orbital ballistics."

So, it's whatever. He knows what happens when something that big collides with the surface of a planet. He can even run the physics calculations in his head to account for the differences between Earth and Etraya.

What interests him is how the space station managed to pull itself away from the gravity of a black hole, and the potential damage this has done to the barrier. While Aurora said to not toy with the barrier, there's nothing in her message about taking a look. Once all the debris has landed he heads out in the direction of the crash site, clicking his tongue as he goes.]

Wonder if that impact was strong enough to glass the area.

Clean Up Duty

[Accelerator isn't particularly interested in clean-up duty. This kind of community service was something that would come up in Academy City on occasion, where schools would arrange to have classes pick up trash in different areas of the city. It built character, or whatever, was the claim. Of course, being in a class by himself meant he never took part in it. He got to watch everyone else gripe and complain about it together, while he stayed in his classroom and did schoolwork.

He isn't intending on helping clean up Etraya. This isn't his home and he doesn't care about the state of it. He is, however, interested in the debris that's come off the space station, so that's what he focuses on instead.

Hovering around near the apartments, he pokes at some debris with a foot. Occasionally he switches choker modes before picking a piece of debris up to examine more closely, not at all concerned about it being too hot to touch from its orbital landing or any other potential dangers that might come with touching random destroyed space equipment with one's bare hands. When he's feeling really motivated, he might actually go dump it in the bin outside the hospital.]

Shattered Remains - Closed to Rin

[Eventually, Accelerator comes across shards of glass. Those stick out to him right away as strange -- given his assumed temperature of the impact, pieces of broken mirror should have burned up in the atmosphere or at least have been melted beyond all recognition. These bits of debris are too intact to be normal, which is what leads him to scoop a piece up, intending to investigate it further.

As soon as he's picked the piece up, there's a little buzzing in his head. A noise like that isn't unusual (not compared to the glass) for him, sometimes he gets a radio noise-like static in his brain when he isn't feeling stable, but... he's doing okay right now. It isn't like when his former guardian had been injured right in front of him by the #2, or that night in the recycling facility against the Hound Dogs. Even though he had died recently he's been keeping a good handle on his psychological state, so....

So it's weird, and it's getting louder. Words are starting to form, and he finds himself staring down hard at the piece of mirror in his hand. More specifically, at one sharp edge. The curiosity he had in examining the mirror shards is fading into that noise, relegated to the back of his mind he's overtaken with the idea of touching that edge, doing it without having his reflection up.

Danger or suspicion don't even enter into the equation. He just shifts a finger slightly and does it, and then his body is suddenly dropping to the ground.]

Wildcard.

((Got something else in mind? Plot with me at cryptophyta.))

[revengeisalie]

[ Rin is a small distance away from Accelerator when she hears the tell-tale thud of a human body falling on the ground. Unconscious if they're lucky, dead if not.

And she can't help herself, she has to look. So she does, and sees a boy lying there, looking vaguely familiar. Immediately, she rushes over and kneels by his side, checking his pulse and breath. Okay, at least he's still alive. She then looks over his body for wounds, and finds nothing, except a cut on his finger... and the mirror shard lying next to him.

It's strange that such a small cut should render someone unconscious, so she picks the mirror shard up. As soon as she does, she too starts to feel its beckoning. Her last conscious thought before the thrall overtakes her is that there's definitely something wrong about the shard, which must've caused this boy's unconsciousness.

Then she touches the edge, her finger bleeds, and she falls down beside Accelerator.

When she awakens again, she is definitely somewhere else. Luckily, this is by now far from the first time this sort of thing has happened to her, so she gathers her wits about her rather quickly, after shaking her head to clear it of any lingering fog. She looks around, taking in the surroundings.

A crying child, surrounded by strange puppets.

Hm. Could be a trap. Rin shifts so she's ready to get up quickly when needed and worries at her lip, thinking about how to proceed. ]

Loki | MCU

[abit_ofboth]

Impact

When he thinks on it later, Loki won’t be quite sure exactly what made him look up at that moment. As the space station comes falling into view, he has a flashback to running through the city on Lamentis with Sylvie as it crumbled around them. On instinct, he runs towards the falling station, already using the full force of his abilities to try and at least shift that massive object’s momentum. He knows in an instant that it won’t be enough, how could anything be? But he can’t let there be too much damage, not before he finds out what is really going on here.

When the station finally hits, the force of the impact is enough to knock Loki from his feet. He groans and sits up, the ground still shaking around him as he tries to shake the fog from his head. Loki knows he should get up and keep moving lest the ground suddenly open up beneath him with the force of the crash, but he finds it takes him a moment to get his feet under himself again.

Shattered Remnants

In the wake of the crash, Loki finds himself wandering the city that is still pretty new to him. He knows most of the people here seem to arrive in Etraya proper, whereas he started on the Station, then was sent to Moorecroft and only recently arrived here. So it’s not like he’s particularly attached to this place, but there are definitely a few people he’s come to like and this is as much their home as it is his.

Take that however you want.

Still, it’s enough that he wants to see the damage for himself. That and he’s curious about the shards of glass he’s seen everywhere since the crash happened. It doesn’t take him long to realize that they are at least similar to the hall of mirrors he met Johanna in, and that Hob warned him against.

Coming across a small pile of them, Loki looks down at them curiously, already hearing a soft calling that isn’t exactly audible. If anyone approaches him, he will ask, “Were you ever on the Space Station?” Without looking up.


Clean Up Duty

Clean up really isn’t in Loki’s typical repertoire and he really doesn’t care about the points, but he does figure perhaps doing some good around this place might help him get in touch with whomever is in charge here.

As a result, people can find him all over using his magic to transport debris into the bin at the hospital without having to touch a single scrap. Anyone is free to notice him apparently making bits of debris disappear and then disappearing himself, or consequently appearing outside the hospital where the debris will suddenly appear and fall into the bin.


Wildcard

[Want something else? Any other plotting ideas? I’m up for anything. Shoot me a PM or contact me @ prettyapathetic , I’m pretty easy going with this stuff.]

Shattered Remnants

[mostdangerousbird]

"I was there for a few resets." Not days, the way being sent to the station by Aurora always seemed to work out. Resets is more accurate.

Tim has picked his way through the debris field as best he can, which largely means scrambling over it. Not everyone has magic or superstrength to clear the debris, but he has to do something. He doesn't need anything to look and listen for survivors. "Why?"

constantine { with the moans of invisible dæmons that out of the green waters rise

[matermali]

( cw; tentacle horror, cover thine eyes )

[ Hadn’t she recently told someone about this dream? Her childhood wish to float in the heart of the ocean, where there would be nowhere for pale feet to touch except the endless dark? Down where it’s peaceful. If she sunk down deep enough, she could scream out her final breath and only the creatures of the depths would hear, and they could sing back to her before she was swallowed whole.

Only, this isn’t the sea, and this creature of the dark is not attempting to devour her—yet. Instead, it guides her closer to the light, and for a moment she can’t tell if the terror that strikes through her is from the depths, or the surface. Wait—

There’s an emptiness when she’s released, bewildered as she struggles to remember where she is and where she had been only minutes ago. Aboard the space station, hoping to help those aboard, and then— Then she’s shivering uncontrollably, gasping for air as the thick layers of her dress and coat try to weigh her down. She is a strong swimmer, but she’s too confused, too lost, wondering if she’s somehow fallen asleep without remembering. Are you…? No, it can't be Morpheus, but she has grown so familiar with the touch of nightmares, even their surprising gentleness, and the stark collision with the water has left her more disoriented than she’d care to admit.

Against her better judgment, she lets the water take her again, sinking down to where the sounds of chaos are muffled, and Vanessa reaches down towards the deep. There is a monster in these waters—both terrifying and mesmerising. Perhaps more than one—one reaches for the other. Is it lonely, like she once was? Was it brought here against its will?

Wait… Come back. Itsi yerkhomi. [ Come here. ]

The shadow from beneath moves, and again the tentacles creep upward, wrapping around her limbs and slithering beneath the fabric of her dress. Cold, it’s so cold. It isn’t a physical creature, but something Other. It only wants connection… Like her. Strength… Like her?

Perhaps it only needs a mother. Don't all monsters?

At first, she welcomes the embrace—the fear, hypnotized as she floats silently just above the outstretched tendrils while they slowly begin to envelop her in midnight. But the connection is more invasive than she had bargained for, and after a few moments, the terror it brings actually manages to trigger that natural reflex in her when something slips into her mouth. She can taste an inky bile before clamping her lips together, twisting to try and tug free when she remembers that she needs air.

She isn't yet ready to be entirely consumed by the darkness, after all. ]

[ ooc; If you are interested in your character getting tormented by an infectious tentacle monster and having their darkness within preyed on, stay tuned for a plotting post on the horizon. ]

[keepgodwaiting]

[ In the City, Johanna liked to walk at night. Her sleep schedule has never been terribly normal, and with one notable exception, the City was no more dangerous in the dark than in the day. The empty streets felt close to normal under streetlights; after all, even London has an hour or so each night where no one walks the pavement but the lost.

Here, she walks by the water, more often than not, whenever she feels restless. She feels restless a lot. It's not the Thames, nor the Mersey, not by a long shot, but it's something that feels closer to alive and organic than most anywhere she's been in the past year. Running water tends to be itself. It resists outside occult influence and carries its own character. Map would probably have something wise and opaque to say about how rivers are the veins and arteries of cities and worlds, and as such they call people to them the way people are drawn to each other's heartbeats, and beats that remind them of hearts.

Probably.

Of course, if a vein gets a clot, it can carry that, too.

Johanna is walking along the bank, lost in her own thoughts, when a splash out in the water makes her look up in surprise. Is there an animal or something out there? Or--

A person? ]

Oh, fuck. Hey! HEY!

[ Fuck fuck buggity fuckiting shit. She looks around wildly for -- something. A boat? One of those bloody robots? A comically large and narratively convenient life ring with H.M.S. DEUS EX MACHINA printed on it? ]

Hey!-- oh fuck me running.

[ She shucks off her coat, leaving it on the bank, and splashes into the water with a yelp. ] Fuck me! Oi, thrash your arms, mate!

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia | OTA

[wannasmash]

cw: teen in danger, a little blood, MHA spoilers (anime-friendly)

Impact

When Izuku first came here, he attempted to punch a hole through the barrier to see if he could escape. Something that large coming in, should it break through, would crater the city.

Secret superhero identities aren't really a thing in Izuku's society back home. Heroes are more akin to celebrities and public servants with stage names. Izuku springs into action without hesitation as he is, T-shirt and sneakers and all. He had no forewarning of the disaster, but he does have super strength (and the super speed that comes with it) on his side. The Etrayan barrier will have to bear most of the force unfortunately, but Izuku can do his part to lessen the load.

He swings himself up from a building with Blackwhip, cracking through the air as he breaks the sound barrier and hurtles towards the station at an angle. Tendrils of Blackwhip spiral out of him and wrap themselves around his limbs to brace them. Still careful of his scarred arms of course, he rams his body like an artillery shot into the strongest part of the hull he can see. He shoots Blackwhip out of his arms to catch large pieces of rubble that break off and threaten to fall on people below.

He's not putting his life in danger per se, but he'll definitely feel this later. Still worth it.

Impact: Rescue

Every Pro Hero is educated in rescue and evacuation back home. Any Hero worth their salt won't perform superhuman feats or fight a villain and then just leave. Izuku knows what to do in the wake of a sudden disaster, but this is the largest in scale he's been conscious enough to help out with.

He thinks he hears something and hurries over to crouch in front of a deep crack in the rubble.

"Hello?" the freckled highschooler calls down. "This is Deku, I'm a—I'm with rescue services. Everything's going to be all right."

Clean Up Duty

With occasional bursts of super speed, Izuku is participating 100% wholeheartedly in the unglamorous activity of picking up trash. He looks like he ran afoul of a schoolyard bully or, more accurately, a falling space station. Half his hair is sticking up, and he's covered in bandaid patches and gauze. (Is that blood? He might have missed a spot...)

"Oh, have you come to help with the cleanup? I have more bags and gloves over there."

impact

[fullmeddle]

So - Ed managed to survive the initial impact okay, but of course he couldn't just leave when there's smaller pieces still falling from the sky and people could get hit. Unfortunately, he is also people. He's not hit, but he is under a pretty precarious configuration of debris and transmuted rock and dirt. It's holding for now, giving him a livable space to work with, but if he tries to transmute again to create a tunnel out, there's a good chance he could collapse the whole thing and then no more Edward Elric.

So he's maybe a little relieved to hear some kind of help approaching. "I'm down here! I'm not hurt but I don't know if I can get out without this whole thing collapsing!"

Edward Elric | FMA: Brotherhood

[fullmeddle]

Arrival

Edward hates hospitals.

Okay, few people like hospitals. Doctors and nurses, maybe, or those volunteers that hang around trying to be helpful. For Edward, though, his strongest memories of hospitals are filled with pain and physical therapy and the knowledge that there’s no one to blame for any of that but himself. So he tries to avoid them if he can.

He’d gone to the hospital this time to consult with Mustang and Havoc, so he’s really confused to wake up in a hospital bed of his own. And he’s been sedated before – he recognizes that feeling. Coming out of it takes effort, and it’s a few minutes before he’s able to open his eyes and start moving around. He doesn’t seem to be hurt – at least, no more than you could say he usually is – so he has no idea what landed him in his own bed this time. Arguably even more alarming is the fact that Al is nowhere to be seen; his brother doesn’t need to eat, sleep, or shower, so there’s not usually a lot of reasons for him be away from Ed. Unless he’s already consulting with Mustang and his team, without Ed.

When Aurora approaches him, he’s at least polite at first, assuming she works for the hospital he’d been visiting. It’s when she starts explaining things that he gets… Louder. Angrier. More prone to shouting and dramatic gestures. She disappears as he’s yelling at her to tell her what the hell she did with his brother, where is Al, and he’s left panting and screaming at an empty room.

If he hadn’t believed what she was telling him before, then. Well. He doesn’t fully believe it still, but he knows that something’s happening that’s beyond his usual understanding. He changes out of the hospital clothes into what he’d been wearing before he woke up here – he doesn’t recognize the earpiece but it’s slipped into his jacket pocket anyway because it happened to be with his stuff.

Because his goal is looking for Al first and foremost, he spends a lot of time looking in rooms that aren’t necessarily on the way to the lobby, maybe even finding someone else in their room before they’ve exited. Eventually, he does end up in the lobby, blinking at all the food. It smells good, though he doesn’t feel as ravenous as he usually would at the opportunity for something to eat. A few people are milling around the area, though, so he grabs a bowl and fills it with something that smells promising before picking an unsuspecting victim to approach.

“Have you seen a guy in a seven-foot suit of armor?”

Straight and to the point.

Clean Up, Clean Up, Everybody Do Your Part!

He’s not interested in making Aurora happy or getting points, whatever those are. It’s just clear that the debris lying around is dangerous, and as Teacher said: alchemists work for the people. Even dogs of the military like the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Normally, it would be easiest to just transmute the debris into something safer and simpler to transport, but he’s been having trouble with that. Whatever the debris from the fallen ship is made of, it’s not any material Edward is familiar with – at least, not solely made from something he’s familiar with. (Does that mean he’s planning to squirrel away some sample of it to study later? Oh, absolutely.) So, instead, he’s working with what he does understand, for the most part: the surrounding environment.

Anyone watching him work will see a teenage boy in a flashy long red jacket clap together gloved hands before pressing them against the ground. With a flash of alchemical energy, the ground shapes itself around the especially large and sharp piece of ship he’s facing, creating an earthy kind of container that he’s then able to safely pick up and deliver to the drop-off location. He’ll easily come over and help anyone who looks like they could use it.

[shabuir]

It isn't completely unusual to see Fett at the hospital. He doesn't tend to stick around central Etraya in general, preferring to keep to himself in the remote woods to the southwest where the Beviin-Vasur Farm had appeared, but he does occasionally come into town for necessities—of which medications are one.

He has no intention of sticking around the hospital lobby despite the plentiful spread of food; he doesn't like eating in front of people, nor prolonging his errands. He skirts the tables, making to move through the room without stopping—but a stranger intercepts him.

To the teenager's credit, he's direct with his question—though the question itself gets a raised eyebrow under Fett's helmet.

"No."

There's something about the way the boy had phrased it that sticks in Fett's mind. 'A guy in a seven-foot suit of armor.' As if the armor is a different size than the person inside it.

It's enough for the usually taciturn bounty hunter to counter with a question of his own.

"What kind of armor?"

Otto Octavius | MCU

[doctopoda]

i. impact (apartments)

[Maybe it's fortunate that Otto's barely bothered to furnish his apartment. There's not exactly any pictures to crash down off the walls or knick-knacks on shelves to shatter when the first of the shockwaves rattles the apartment building.

Are there earthquakes here? He hasn't been around long enough to know, and his windows face the wrong direction to see any of the damage from the fallen space station. He just braces himself, one hand against a wall while the actuators writhe nervously and do their best to shield him from the bit of pale plaster-dust that drifts down from the ceiling.

He waits until it seems like it's done. No serious damage to his unit, so far as he can tell. He doesn't particularly know his neighbors, but that doesn't really matter in situations like this - he heads out into the hall.]

Is anyone hurt?

ii. clean-up duty

[It's not only the dust and fumes that close up Otto's throat when he ventures to the crash site. He wasn't on the space station for all that long - certainly not long enough to make any headway on the black hole problem - but everyone there was kind to him. They didn't deserve this.

He picks his way carefully around the wreckage, mostly keeping his distance and using the actuators to grab things. There's no telling what sort of substances are lying around, after all; he's sort of looking for any remnants of the power system, just to make sure they're not leaking radiation or anything like that. Of course, there's not much he could do about it if it was, not with what he has available here.]

She should've given us some protective equipment, if she wants us to do this. Watch out for anything that still seems active - glowing, warm, anything like that.

[No matter how he picks around, there's no bodies. No sign of anyone there, really. It ought to give him hope, but it's just so odd...what happened to them all?]

iii. fucking CLOWNS

[Otto's habit of wearing several layers, including gloves, means that he hasn't really come into serious contact with the broken glass. Any he came across just got swept up and safely disposed of, same as any of the other debris.

So the first he knows of that is when he's headed home, and a clown head suddenly pops out of a glass of shard near his feet.]

What the -

[In an instant, a claw seizes the clown and flings it hard against a building across the street. It crunches. Otto remains frozen, surprise quickly giving way to a bone-deep exhaustion.]

We're really doing clowns again?

ii.

[levelshift]

[Accelerator isn't here to actually clean up, but rather to poke around and see if there's anything interesting around as a result of the crash. He's got his choker in esper mode, the little light on it glowing red instead of green, which lets him pick up random debris with his bare hands. He isn't even bothered by the dust still hanging around in the air.]

Maybe she's already run a preliminary scan and knows nothing's radioactive.

[That seems like a reasonable assumption, though he can't help adding a bit of a morbid joke to that thought.]

... Or maybe she doesn't know what happens to humans when they're exposed to radiation.

Tim Drake

[mostdangerousbird]

[ OOC: Doing multiple starter comments because I'm still waiting on Tim's interaction with Bryn to see if there's anything more that needs to be put up.

Wild cards are welcome, feel free to hit me up at seemarierun if you want anything special. ]

Post Impact - OTA

[mostdangerousbird]

[ He doesn't need a cape to pitch in and help try to find a safe way off the island now that the space station has taken out the bridge to the peninsula. Admittedly, he could use a bulldozer, but he's making do with the wheelbarrow he liberated from the barn. While he can't do anything about the larger chunks, he's carefully clearing anything under a hundred pounds to make a clear path. ]

Have you seen anyone? Any survivors?

[ Or any bodies? But they both (should) know that there are possible casualties, and he doesn't want to make this bleak from the outset. It's not that bad. Etraya is lightly populated. If it were a real city, this would be grim. ]