ataraxionlogs | THE CRASH

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Medical and beyond.
WARNINGS: Violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Arrival in the crashed Tranquility

W E L C O M E
You wake up, alone in the dark. There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Through the fog you can see shadows of movement, the muted sound of alarms crying. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're suddenly dropped several feet onto the opposite wall.

The impact is painful, winds you, and it takes several seconds to overcome and persuade uncooperative limbs to move. You barely have the time for it. All around you is chaos: the sirens of alarms are shrieking in your ears, drowning out the cries of confusion from the people awakening around you, trapped in their gravity couches or stumbling through the wreckage. Louder than that is a deep rumbling, coming from somewhere farther away, vibrating through the metal underneath you. It's hard to make out much of anything in the dim red light, but you catch sight of a sprawl of garbled black on your forearm and wonder--

Who are you? How did you get here?

A drip lands on your cheek. Another. You look up as a flash of light illuminates a rend in the outer wall high above you, a steadily increasing fall of raindrops showering through. Another rumble rolls through the wreckage around you, and you pull weak, unsteady legs underneath you, rising to a shaky stand.

M E D I C A L
There's a shout, nearby, and your attention turns from the hole high in the wall to the room around you. Standing sideways, the smooth doors of gravity couches under your feet, fallen wreckage and debris making obstacles in your path. But there are others here, climbing through it as best they can, or trapped inside their gravity couches, injured, or worse. You step over the body of a man in a jumpsuit, venturing further into the gloom of red. The shout comes again. Someone might need your help. Or they might have answers about what happened here.

O U T S I D E
It takes all the strength you have to climb up through the fallen structural beams and hanging cabling, metal slipping wet beneath your fingers and feet. Eventually you emerge, and in another flash of bright light realise you stand on the shell of some colossal structure, the shadows of dense jungle all around you. The night sky above is a violent flux of colors, a dense, roiling tower of cloud crawling with lightning as if on fire, thunder booming again and again as the deluge pours down. In the brief flashes of light you start to notice figures, further away, scattered across the shell. Dressed in dark jumpsuits, their shouts are drowned out by the storm, but their struggles are evident; lashing out, grappling, fighting each other for their lives.

There's a sound behind you, and as you turn one lunges towards you, a jagged shaft of metal in his hand. His eyes are wide, teeth bared, and as you stagger back he yells something, coming for you again: "You did this!"

N O T E S
Venturing through the medbay will discover the lockers and main bay, all heavily damaged. Characters will likely be able to salvage some belongings from the destroyed lockers - otherwise they will be able to find jumpsuits and other standard clothing in the wreckage.
The alarms will cut after two hours, a which point a looping audio message telling passengers to make their way to the blue lifts will be audible. The lifts, if investigated, will be missing, leaving only empty elevator shafts.
The nexus of the strange superstorm will disperse out into colorful clouds after approximately half an hour, at which point rainfall will ease to something less torrential. The storm will pass entirely after five hours. Dawn will come two hours after this.
The Tranquility's original crew members can be found amongst player characters, either in medical or outside of the ship already. They will similarly be suffering from memory loss, but worse than that, a small number of them will be extremely violent in attacking player characters, other crew, or even harming themselves.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Newt screams as she hits the ground. Hands wrapped around a dolls head that was apparently with her in the pod.

She's gasping the air and looking around frantically. There's chaos and noise everywhere and she needs to get away. She doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know who she is and everything is loud and it's too much.

She draws in closer to herself in an attempts to hide beside the pod she dropped out from.

All Wash knows is that there is a very scared little girl nearby. Well, that falling out of that pod hurt, it's raining, and there's a scared little girl. The scared little girl is definitely the most important part though.

He picks himself carefully to his feet and walks over to the child. Surely there's a reason she was so close by, right? He can't for the life of him figure out what that reason is right now, but it must exist. Once he's close enough, he crouches back down so they're on the same level. "Hey, are you hurt?"

She shrinks back, clutching the dolls head.

"I don't know what's going on."

"I'm not sure either," Wash admits. He knows exactly nothing about what's happening. But he knows he can't just leave this kid on her own. "Can you remember anything about what happened?"

With the sirens, something obviously went wrong. The rubble made that clear enough. And from the looks of this place, it wasn't mean to be raining in here.

She tries to think hard but then shakes her head.

"No. I just woke up. And....I don't know where I am, or ...what my name is ....or anything."

"I'm having trouble remembering anything too." Had they both hit their head? THere must have been some sort of accident. "But I'm not going to leave you alone." She must be scared. He was scared too.

She frowns slightly and looks at him closely. Maybe she knew him but didn't remember? Okay she can go with that, she looks around at the mess.

"We should get out of here."

Wash nods. "We should, this place doesn't seem safe. And maybe there's some clothes nearby." Why they're naked is one of many questions he has right now. Really one of the more pressing ones. Hopefully they can at least fix that right away.

He holds out a hand to her. Something about that just seems right.

She will look at it, then take it and get up to look around.

"Maybe someone kidnapped us and took our clothing away and that's why we were in those things."

"It might be. I have no idea what those things were for. At least no one seems to be trying to stop us from moving now." He spots something he recognizes a ways over. "Looks like those are lockers over there though."

He knew what lockers were.

"Maybe there's some clothes."

She is seven so still not totally weirded out by this but still clothes would nice.

"Looks like it." The first few lockers have clothes, but not the right size. Eventually he finds a jumpsuit that fits him and quickly shimmies into it. "Most of this seems to be for adults. We might have to shorten something for you for now."

Newt is looking through the lockers. She's found a large shirt that she's now wearing as a sort of dress.

"Do you think people will mind us taking their clothes?"

"Hopefully they'll understand that this is a bit of an emergency." He glances around at all the rubble. They're dressed, that's probably about all they can manage in here. "This place doesn't look very stable. We should probably get out of here."

"Alright."

She'd rather not be crushed and at least they're not in space.

"How do we get out?"

Wash glances around. He can really only see one option. There's sunlight coming in from the top of the rubble. "Looks like we climb. Figure you're up for that?"

Newt looks up, slightly curious then over at him. She nods, totally serious.

"I can do it."

"Okay." He starts climbing up through the rubble. He keeps an eye on Newt the whole time. He's not sure about much right now, but he knows he needs to keep her safe.

THE CRASH

Newt | Pods Closed to Wash

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Wash isn't Han. He's kinda Mallatabuck.