Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight

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The ship had taken sixteen people. Led by Nathan Petrelli, they’d stormed the bridge, only to be confined behind the closing doors. Now the only way out was to somehow pry them open, blow them apart or technologically beckon them to release the mutineers.

Enjoy those doors, guys, and the impending deaths of your fellow crewmates.


[OOC: This is the rescue log! But feel free to use this log for things that aren't rescue attempts as well. The staging is very loose so that it can be used for any purpose you have in mind.]

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Day 1

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[striking]

[ katniss flies there as fast as she can, but she's late to even hear the news, nowhere near the first to arrive. and what can she do? she has no talent to challenge the mechanics, no great strength. she doesn't even have her bow. stupid. ]

[ still, she lingers. it's probably unsafe here, and there's a young caste to her face, a kind of helpless desperation, but she doesn't care what anyone else sees in her right now. all she can think about is haymitch on the other side of that door. for all they're at each other's throats half the time, he's one of three familiar things on this ship and she's not sure how she'd make it through losing him. ]

[ (she'd survive, of course. they have that in common, they're survivors.) ]

[ but what would haymitch do if their situations were reversed? hysterically, all she can think of is parachutes. ]

[northerner]

[ nathan had sworn up and down that he was fine, that there was nothing to be worried about. but still, robb hastens down to the bridge. he doesn't know what he could do, but it feels like the right place to be, on hand in case he's needed. grey wind is the one who picks katniss out first, approaches her while robb talks quietly with others. though he moves to catch up quickly, click his tongue at grey wind, calling him to heel.

he's not spoken with katniss since she returned, hadn't spoken much to her before. it had been prim who had spoken often to robb, had come to his bedside in medical. but he recognizes her, knows haymitch is important to her. it's what softens the hard lines of his face, even as his fingers twist into grey wind's fur. ]

They mean to get them all out.

[ somehow, one way or another. ]

We just need be patient, in the meantime.

[wolfchild]

Do you know someone in there?

[ it's not so difficult to guess. arya can only imagine how she would look if robb were in there too. maybe more lost.

she keeps her arms at her sides, fists opening and closing for want of something to do. behind her, nymeria shakes, huffs, snarls at someone who comes too close, presses closer to arya. ]

Open

[woodlander]

[ Tauriel reports as ordered, with Thranduil's instruction ringing in her ears. Still she worries that the gardens are left too unprotected, but at the same time, she does not like what has happened here. She had thought Nathan's plan reckless, and ill-advised, but still she had hoped that his spirit would see him through.

This was not the threat she had expected. What will happen to those people, if they cannot be released? ]

What are we to do?

[ She's talking to anyone in earshot; anyone who might have a better idea about the technological feat that is these doors, than she does. Incidentally, that's anyone at all - Tauriel's at a loss here. ]

Can they be forced? Broken down?

[disfavour]

Why should we bother? They walked into a trap, what use are such impetuous creatures?

[ Nuada follows on Tauriel's heels, arms folded where he stares at the doors. His lance is hitched on his back and his sword, reclaimed from Nuala for this ... farce, is sheathed at a hip. He isn't terribly impressed with the Storm The Bridge plan, safe to say. ]

They asked a beast to open its jaws and willing strolled down its throat.

i know how to spell 'laaaate' and this is how

[tofindthesun]

It will open when it opens. [if it opens at all.

legolas hovers nearby, not quite because thranduil had insisted they walk together, but out of a sense of kinship as well. he's not unbothered by the turn of events-- he knows of one those who went in, after all --but knows also that there is little he, at least, can do. it is up to those with knowledge, those on the inside, to save them(selves).]

I have not yet heard that any doors upon this vessel may be forced open, whether by hand or mind, of any sort.

Day 2

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[jurisimpudent]

[As far as Edgeworth is concerned, they've given the hacking and engineering-based attempts more than enough time. He is not, of course, typically one for brute strength, but there is a clear solution before them, and there is nothing wrong with taking the obvious route.

So he's rallying those around him he knows to have superhuman abilities, nodding to them firmly and saying:]

A unified assault on the door would be, I think, best. Are you prepared to participate?

[sorrycharles]

[ Even one sleepless night is enough to put Erik on edge. Against all odds, he stands in a crew uniform, black sleeves rolled stiff to his elbows and holster empty. His eyes are set hard upon Edgeworth when he speaks, clear and cold.

Maybe that’s a yes. ]

[invigor]

[Booker stands, arms crossed and pistol holstered in its usual spot. There's a frown of consternation on his face, deeper than usual, before he finally speaks. He inadvertently flexes the fingers of his right hand.]

Electricity, fire, or pure force?

[Since he can't do them all at once, he figures asking which one fits better into Edgeworth's plan of action couldn't hurt.]

[mjolnir_time]

[Thor tightens his grip on Mjolnir while looking over the door. The doors on this ship have no hinges or other obvious weak points, so he will just have to hit it as hard as he can.]

I am ready.

( c l o s e d )

[wolfchild]

[ they're an unlikely trio: a girl and her wolf, a teenage boy with a hammer and the alien in a human body. they are also the most unhelpful trio. there isn't much any can do to free the ones trapped, though among them there is enough shared resentment to power the doors if said emotion could be harnessed as energy.

seated on the floor, arya heaves a deep sigh. she has her arm around nymeria's back. the wolf sits beside her, keeping an eye on the comings and goings of people struggling with the doors. ]

What time is it?

Day 3

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open!!!

[northerner]

[ there's little to be done. or there's little for robb to do, as the situation far surpasses his technical know-how. so he's standing vigil, there more to intervene if needed to keep order rather than to lend any assistance in the dilemma at hand.

he's keeping calm for the same reason he told nathan. panic helps nothing. they have four days until the jump, and the passengers aboard are resourceful. robb's seen them get out of worse situations. a solution will be found.

and if not--

robb isn't considering that far, not yet.

had nathan not denied him, robb would be within that room as well. the thought doesn't bring him any comfort, has grey wind pacing restless circles, weaving through the people assembled and back to robb's side, teeth bared the entire time. robb doesn't attempt to comfort him. there's nothing to be done for it, as robb feels much the same, restless and guilty and frustrated at the lack of progress.

something must be done. he just doesn't know what. ]

[allfatherissues]

[At the behest of Thor, Loki makes his way to the closed doors of the bridge to offer his help -- however doubtful he is of the whole ordeal. There is a thin frown etched across his face as he scans the surrounding group; never let it be said that there was a dearth of stubbornness from those who resided here.

For now, however, he's looking for one face in particular: his brother's.]

Day 4

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open!

[klutziness]

[The jump is two days away. It's no secret that time is running out.

Rikku sits in front of the doors, a little off to one side, a hand pressed against the metal, her brow furrowed. Blasting the doors open is pretty much one of the only solutions she can see right now. She scoots over towards the middle of the doors, running her fingers across the slight seam where they meet. No amount of mechanical genius had been able to hack or pry the doors open, and their options were almost gone.

The blonde sighs, pressing her head against the cool steel, groaning:]

This would be ten times easier if we know how thick they were and also if this had never happened at all.

Day 5

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open yo.

[altercate]

[ derek isn't much for any of this. he's here because tyke asked, and he's incredibly tense. the doors didn't open. they couldn't get them open. he hangs back, watches people filtering back in. the entire idea had been stupid from the start, going in there. the doors hadn't given an inch when they'd tried to pry them out, and now all of those people, they were going to die.

derek hale, eternal optimist.

he should leave. he's done what he could, what tyke asked him to do. but he hovers, listening to the ebb and flow of conversation, straining hard to try to listen to what's happening behind the door. it's a lost cause, but he isn't going to say that outright, not unless he's asked. derek's acquired just a little bit of tact in his time spent hanging around scott mccall. so he just hovers, stepping back, considering walking away. he sticks his hands in his pockets, frowning at the doors, gaze moving over the people gathering.

you're wasting your time, is what he wants to say. but he doesn't, just tightens his jaw, looks away. ]

Day 6

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Open and emo, just like your mom etc.

[jurisimpudent]

[The Jump is coming. It's coming, and still, despite all of their best efforts, they're all trapped inside.

For the past two days, Edgeworth hasn't left the doors for anything except the use of the restroom. He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, hasn't showered, and it shows in the stubble on his jaw, his lank hair, his haggard expression. His eyes are shadowed and wild. And once again, even though he's tried this some hundred times before, he stands before the door and tries to force it - thrusts all the power of his mind into its cracks and tries to telekinetically wrench it from its hinges. He holds nothing in reserve, no ounce of strength; small noises of pain come from his throat -

But to any onlooker, it might simply seem that he's standing and making agonized noises at the door; the considerable power of his telekinesis has no effect upon the door at all. None.

This attempt lasts just under a minute before his strength gives out. His legs buckle underneath him; he slumps down to the ground, then numbly pushes himself out of the way so that another can take his place and try. His nose is bleeding; his head aches; but he doesn't even care that the people around him can see. As soon as he's out of the way, he just drags his wrist against his upper lip to dash away the blood, then buries his face in his hands, terrified enough and miserable enough to cry but too exhausted to do so.]

ota

[sorrycharles]

[ There are other holdouts.

Erik stands with his back to them, eyes dark over a decision still in the process of being made. He is himself in construct, tall and lean in uniform, with an open collar and an empty holster. In the earliest days, it might have lent him an air of professional commitment to the cause at hand.

Now: the sleeves are rolled stiff to his elbows, knuckles scuffed and veins knotted thick around his wrists. Gingery whiskers bristle unkempt at his chops; his stare has taken on a gloss like splintered glass, shrill blue against the shadows bruised in around them. Warning dead ahead against interruption. Or contact. Or conversation.

He looks like a prisoner.

At a distance, he haunts the corridor like a starved tiger, shoulders rolled and eyes bright. Black ink cramped along the contour of his forearm leads to fingers hooked into claws and his teeth are set, ready to snare out at anyone who ventures too close.


Or even just close. ]

closed to derek hale

[catatonics]

[ dana hasn't left the corridor outside the bridge for the past six days for anything but to go to the bathroom. she's slept in fits and starts, woken herself up sharply and immediately gone to check the doors again. at first she was trying to open them with the rest of the werewolves -- she wasn't sure if she had the extra strength the others seemed to, but it was worth a shot -- but after that failed she just sat against the wall and watched everyone else run around trying new things, her grip on her communicator tight.

now it's two hours to the jump, and edgeworth wants everyone to clear out, head for the medbay. well, tough. he couldn't keep her from coming up here and he's sure as hell not going to make her leave. no, she's staying until those doors open or until the jump. there's no reason for her to get into her pod if marty doesn't -- she has no friends here, no one who would miss her if she didn't make it. and how could she even think about living in this place without marty? he's the only thing that's kept her sane on this stupid ship, and she's not going anywhere without him. ]