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ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- allison argent,
- bahorel,
- bucky barnes,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chell,
- derek hale,
- dorian pavus,
- elizabeth,
- enfys llewelyn,
- fenris,
- galadriel,
- heather mason,
- jean prouvaire,
- leo fitz,
- murphy pendleton,
- muscovy,
- rikku | au,
- sebastian vael,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- the warden (mira tabris),
- valya
EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN
CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
| An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself. |
( CLOSED )
[It's somewhere between the gardens and engineering that she gets caught out. She holds that fact as tightly in her mind as she can, some sense of location, place on the ship where all she's been left with is four metal walls. An equipment room, she thinks - she'd never been here before, had only stepped in to check no one else had gotten lost behind the open doorway.
It isn't the shelves of agricultural equipment that pose a threat, though. Even the close quarters wouldn't bother her too much, despite the dislike of being trapped, the encroaching dangers of thirst and hunger and the jump. It's the fact she's been cut off from her dogs. It's the fear for them. It's the blood dripping from her nose, the pounding pain in her temples. And it's the flickers appearing in the edges of her vision, increasingly as the hours go by: a figure stood just out of sight, half in shadow. There and gone again, too quickly, but an impression has been catching and growing each time, building piece by piece.
It's her.
She checks another shelf for anything useful, anything to get her out of here, and there's another flicker, a sensation of cold right at her back. She startles, ice clenching in her gut, but anger follows closely on the feet of fear. She snarls, grabbing the nearest heavy object, turning and hurling it at the figure behind her. It flies through empty space, hits the opposite shelf and falls to the floor with a loud clang. There's no one there, but Taylor feels it still, like they're close. Waiting.]
( JUNE 1 | DEREK )
[Camping in the gardens is starting to become a habit, one that Taylor doesn't particularly like repeating: it usually means something bad is going on. There's still something familiar in the gathering of people and resources, the setting of spaces to cook food, sleep. It would be easy to get immersed in the atmosphere of community bred by it, if there wasn't the slow feeling of dread hanging over everything. The jump is approaching. They still haven't found a way back.
She finds Derek where she'd left him, and there's some relief in that - the chances of getting lost are still there, despite how they've all gathered now. She reaches a hand out to him immediately as she approaches, the food she'd fetched for them balanced in the other. Physical contact seems to be necessary to keep the headaches away, and she doesn't like seeing him bleed.]
It's stuffed mushrooms tonight. [She says, about the food.] I'm starting to really miss meat.
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Allison doesn't know how long she's out there, hours maybe, before she hears a noise. She stops, turns, and calls out Tyke's name a couple of times, but Tyke doesn't answer and Allison starts heading back the way she came, calling out Tyke's name every few moments.
She hears the clatter of metal hitting the floor and Allison quickens her pace, all but skidding to a stop in the doorway.
She's both relieved and worried to see Tyke, and she steps inside the room carefully, glancing around. Nothing seemed poised to attack either of them.
Yet. ] Tyke? Are you in here? Are you okay?
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There's a rushing sound, low. The door should be sealed air-tight, like all of the doors on the ship, a necessity for dividing habitable areas off from structural or system threats. But if Allison looks down, she'll see seawater starting to seep in under the door.]
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She takes two careful steps back, tightening the grip on her knife, although she knows somewhere in her mind it won't do any good if she drowns. There has to be another way out.
The next time she calls out Tyke's name, it's more frantic, slightly higher pitched, Allison turning around and starting to head through the room at a quicker pace. She briefly considers going back and pounding on the door, but sets that plan aside, for now. It wasn't likely anyone was going to come looking for either of them right away. Best to save her energy for finding her own way out. ] Tyke!?
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In the moment after there's a muted sound, like something far away, something not heard at all.]
--son? Where are you?
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Too bad there aren't still chickens.
[ or whatever other animals had been hanging around. derek's not about to suggest them eating anything else. ]
How do you feel?
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[Though it's tempting, right now. And a good distraction for a moment, not really wanting to think about that question. She moves to sit next to him on the cot, fusses with getting the food settled between them.]
I'm fine. [The paper plate adequately located, she looks back up at him.] The headaches aren't that bad.
[Not when you know you can get rid of them in a few seconds of contact. Solvable, in comparison to everything else about the situation.]