EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN

[ataraxites]

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.

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.

Comments

[shinywhitearmor]

[Sebastian stood still for a moment, watching the suddenly empty halls.]

Do I have time to retrieve some of my arrows? And are they safe to reuse? [Arrows used in Darkspawn were considered a loss, so he knew not to trust everything that he fought.] Or else I will need to pick more up.

[servator]

If they're not broken, they're safe. [ The pulsing monsters aren't poisonous or otherwise dangerous to the touch, save for... well, being grabbed by them. ] Here.

[ Still on high alert, Shepard ducks down around the hall and snatches a few up, wedging them delicately from the corpses. ]

Have you seen anything strange, besides these guys? Heard a-- [ she frowns briefly, brows furrowed ] a sort of piercing sound? Not like the ship breaking apart. More... a cry.

[shinywhitearmor]

Though they won't be as effective. [As he pulled one out of a corpse, he noticed how much the head had been damaged by one tough skull.]

A cry? [He glanced around, as if he could hear it already. But he hadn't heard anything like that, so he shook his head.] No, I haven't heard it. But you have?

[servator]

Good point. [ Better less-effective arrows than none; either way, Shepard has enough firepower for the both of them. ]

... Yeah. [ She frowns; could it have been imagined, after all? ] Might be the ship pulling one over on me. Wouldn't be the first time.

[shinywhitearmor]

[Sebastian wouldn't feel right if he wasn't able to contribute something to the battle. Perhaps he needed to learn newer weaponry - another time.]

The ship pulling 'one over on you'? [He was puzzled. How could it 'pull one over' on one person?]

[servator]

Sorry. Playing tricks on me.

[ She doesn't flinch at the confusion of colloquialisms; it isn't as if each alien species had the same sayings, after all, so she's far too used to it. ]

Wouldn't be the first time.