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"RYUUZAKI" (L - Death Note) ([personal profile] ryuuzaki) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2015-09-05 02:43 am

[CLOSED] Techspedition #1: I Got My Hard Disk (With All That Hard Disk Trash Inside)

CHARACTERS: "Ryuuzaki", Bail Organa, Darcy Lewis, Rikku, Rey, Firo Prochainezo, Fenris, Tadashi Hamada, Carlisle Longinmouth, "Didi" (Death)
LOCATION: Into an elevator shaft running from Medbay to near the old Comms Hub, and back -- if they're lucky.
WARNINGS: PG-13 at the moment. Danger, potential for temporary gore.
SUMMARY: The first extensive tech salvage expedition into the ship. Slightly backdated to September 3-4.
NOTES: Will get starters up in the next day or so. Information pack is here! Any format is fine. If some characters would like to talk amongst themselves, just make those threads under the main headers.



[Console, "14-zero-zero". Video.]
circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2015-09-06 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
At the request for light, there's no longer any reservations as Rey holds out her left arm, not even needing to focus anymore to muster up the heat.

One may notice a brief something underneath her skin that's glowing, but only for a second. From the middle of her forearm to the tips of her fingers flare a small, controlled flame flipping around her hand to offer some illumination in the darkness.

Anyone who's eyes have already since adjusted to the shadows may find such an abrupt strike of light with no warning to be surprisingly painful on the retinas. Despite this she gives no apologies. Rude.

"This better?"

Of course, if Firo has volunteered to scout on ahead, Rey wouldn't have strayed too far even if she didn't have a light, much like how she's lingered near him ever since they entered the ship.
foundafamily: (Default)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2015-09-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Firo's sticking close to Rey as well, instinct in a rocky place like this. He only moves back to give her space to do her fire thing.

He leans forward to get a better view through the hole, then glances back at L. "Don't see any point in waitin' around any longer. It's clear enough in there to try gettin' through, from what I can see."

By which he means making good on his offer, not necessarily shoving everyone through. He's not quite so thoughtless as to consciously want to risk anyone else with his impatience.
acapriciousthing: (Default)

[personal profile] acapriciousthing 2015-09-07 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
It made sense for her to go on ahead. The more she remembered that she could do, the more useful she'd realized she could be going into the ship. "Just remember that I can walk through walls, but I can't take any of you with me."

So... watch out for anything collapsing. It looks like they should be able to manage it. But just in case.
tadashiwashere: (determined: earnest)

[personal profile] tadashiwashere 2015-09-08 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Tadashi isn't blessed with any supernatural powers, unfortunately. But that doesn't leave him as a waste of space, either. He knows how to be light on his feet -- he has decent balance from more than a few years spent learning martial arts. Aside from that, he's always been observant. Even without the warnings to stay vigilant, it's natural for him in this situation to test each step, gaze always seeking out anything useful or dangerous as he moves through the darkness.

He lifts his arm slightly, shielding his eyes from the worst of the surprise light (and attempting to quell his immediate curiosity over how Rey just did what she did).

"Watch out for live wires," he cautions, stepping forward (but not too close) to get his own glimpse into the hole. "I don't care how tough any of you are. There's no way to be sure how much voltage any exposed wiring might be carrying until we have the tools or bump into it."
klutziness: homette @ LJ (annoyed.)

[personal profile] klutziness 2015-09-08 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite L's warnings, Rikku is antsy to get moving. This sluggish pace isn't to her liking, even though a part of her knows it's necessary. She wants to get in and out as quickly as they can. The ship creaks and groans around them, and while she can understand the desire for caution, she'd prefer swiftness.

The blonde edges her way closer, trying to see what L does. The sudden flare of light helps, but makes her squeak with surprise. The look she gives Rey is somewhere between a half-blind glare and squinty reproach. But her attention soon returns to the matter at hand.

"If there's room for us to go on, we gotta. Standing here talking about it won't get us any tech."
tongueamok: (➣ it's unfortunate to feel such guilt)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2015-09-11 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Near the rear of the party is Carlisle, who followed along without a word, now listening and watching the walls as they decide on their next move. In his hands is an orb of light, one of his own magic -- it's one of the things he's remembered he can do. That's why he agreed to go on this expedition, this journey into the wreckage to salvage what they could: he has skills, useful ones. He can cast spells, conjure light, and even heal wounds. He can help, and therefore return the favor of those (Tadashi, for one) who have helped him in the past weeks.

Then why, he wonders as he listens to the chatter of the rest of his party, does he feel such trepidation? Why does the mere thought of being there make him itch nervously? It's neither the darkness, nor the dampness that frightens him, and even the groans of the ship all around them are only mildly unsettling. What bothers him most is something else, something he can't quite put his finger on. It's as though his mere presence is something to be wary of.

And while he gets the distinct feeling it might have something to do with that strange vision he got from the corpse so shortly after his awakening in the wreckage, he's not about to mention it. Maybe not until he has a better understanding of it, perhaps.

Maybe he simply hasn't remembered just what it is yet, he thinks with an audible sigh, trying to curb his inward frustration in case they do need his expertise. As much as he wants to add to the conversation, he can't recall anything about the technology that once kept the ship running -- in fact, he's almost certain he never knew much about it to begin with. The thought that others have regained all their lost memories, while his own -- notably those of his past, of where he came from and who he was before all this -- are still missing, makes him feel terribly inadequate.

He glances behind him, keeping an eye out for anything of note. While he might have nothing to contribute to what's being said, at least he's there, and he supposes that has to count for something.
Edited 2015-09-11 08:02 (UTC)
tadashiwashere: (serious: uncertain)

[personal profile] tadashiwashere 2015-09-17 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Tadashi is there beside the other man a second later, positioning himself to get the most out of his efforts. He wishes he had some solid work gloves to avoid slicing his palms, but that's going to have to be something he finds a way to pick up later. First priority is reaching their target.

"Okay. One, two..."

On his own cue, Tadashi digs his heels in, heaving at the bent metal sheet. It's heavier than he anticipated, but his face sets in determination as he puts more effort into the pull -- and maybe someone else jumps in. But whatever the cause may be, the metal slides, and Tadashi backs away with it to remove it from the mix.

He wipes the back of his arm across his forehead, then eyes the rest of it before glancing up at his companions. He's ready to do this when they are.
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[personal profile] judex 2015-10-14 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
On command--he's good with commands--Fenris looks out. Up. The cable drops and jerks into a slither, and there's an untested possibility that his skin would irrigate out the worst of this electricity the same way it would a magical bolt of lightning, but that's an experiment for another day and a smaller wire.

Although, on the other hand, if Fenris were to die here there would be that many fewer complaints should the comms team fail to reinstate text-to-voice functions.

But no; forewarned, he steps smoothly backwards and sideways, arm out to push anyone behind him aside as well. He could see the cable even without the various light sources dispersed through the party. With them, his eyes glint while they warily follow its swing.

"Where I'm from," he says, "our messages are written on paper and carried by messengers. If you're fortunate, there might be horses."

Translation: this is terrible, why are they here, etc. But he did volunteer.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2015-09-17 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Once enough of the debris has been cleared, Rey strikes up her hand again. Flames light up her face in a yellowish glow as she catches Firo and Death in her sight again. Her burning hand illuminating the hole in the wall, she looks back to the other two.

As much as she hates the suggestions of Firo going in first, she understands the reasons enough and doesn't even have a valid argument beyond I don't like this idea.

She nods to him, remembering what Tadashi had said earlier. "Will have your back. And don't forget about the live wires, either. Don't want to be in this place longer than we have to."

Although she has seen Firo's regeneration at work, it would hold things up quite a bit if he were to get himself hurt repeatedly.
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[personal profile] acapriciousthing 2015-09-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's... not pleasant." Always the expert in bad ways to go. And even worse ways to be constantly regenerating from.

"If things get really hairy, I'll get the rest of the team to dig you out. Let's just... try to avoid that, if we can." It was this things she had. And maybe she's still adjusting to being a little more vulnerable here.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2015-09-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Firo waves his hand at them. He means for it to be a dismissive gesture, but he's just anxious to get going. The more time they spend talking, the more time they get to dwell on all the awful ways they can die here. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm not eager to get fried, you know."

He leans on the opening, then jumps in. After clearing out of the way, he calls back up to them. "It's okay!"
circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2015-09-18 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
At Firo's cue, Rey retracts the flames into her hand, allowing only enough for a dim glow as she passes through the opening in the "wall" (formerly known as a floor).

Eventually, she's joined at Firo's side. She turns back to the hole, peering through at Didi on the other side. The fires flare back up around her fingers to light the way for her.

"A little rocky, but it should be fine if we stay in a single file line." Which was probably the idea, admittedly.
bailedontheempire: (Default)

Re: COMMS HUB

[personal profile] bailedontheempire 2015-09-18 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Bail's not the sort you'd typically expect on a mission like this. ANd most of the reason he's along is, of course, comms nanites. But he's spent his fair share of time in among debris. Enough time on the front lines of a war.

He moves carefully, trying not to disturb anything. The last thing they need is a collapse this far in. "Some of this isn't as badly off as it looks."
tongueamok: (➣ a touch of uncertainty)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2015-09-22 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Carlisle eyes the catastrophe that is the room, trying to find threads of familiarity in the debris. Still nothing, leaving him with no idea exactly what it is he's looking at, or even what it is they're looking for.

"Could have fooled me," he utters under his breath. To his untrained eye, all he sees is a mess, a room destroyed by a disaster. "What is it exactly that we're searching for, Mister... um."

He stops there, chiding himself for being so bad with names, especially those of people he barely knew.
Edited (OKAY I AM DONE EDITING NOW.) 2015-09-22 21:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bailedontheempire 2015-09-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Organa. Bail Organa." He doesn't correct the title. Such things really don't matter here.

"Transmission equipment's the major priority. Something we can use to get things set up so people travelling in the jungle can contact camp." That was the real concern. Not surveys or chatter. Being able to call for help.
tongueamok: (➣ i can see i'm going to have to ask)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2015-09-23 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, Mister Organa," Carlisle corrects himself. "I mean, I know we're here for equipment, but I'm not sure what exactly it is we're looking for... as in, what it looks like."

There's a sigh that's pushed out from his gut, one born from inward frustration. "It's probably just easier to let those who know what what we're here for do the scavenging, and for the rest of us to just carry things as necessary, isn't it?"
Edited 2015-09-23 09:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bailedontheempire 2015-09-25 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you could move debris while I examine things, that would likely be the most efficient approach." He at least knew what he was looking for. Direct the tasks as needed. Making the best use of people's skills was what he did, after all.
tongueamok: (➣ i'm still not sure what was said)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2015-09-26 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I, er..." There's a pause where he furrows his brow in a way that says he's not so sure just how well he can move some of the debris. Smaller things, yes, but heavy-lifting is better left to those more capable.

Still, he wants to help. "I can try. Just tell me where I should start."
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[personal profile] bailedontheempire 2015-09-30 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Bail glances from Carlisle to the rubble, quickly assessing the best way to direct him. "Here." The pile in question is mostly smaller pieces of debris and generally looks technical. It shouldn't be too hard to shift and will require an expert eye to assess.
klutziness: homette @ LJ (fall.)

open!

[personal profile] klutziness 2015-09-24 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Even though this place is definitely a huge mess, Rikku is eager to get inside. There's so much stuff to pick through, most of it probably broken. But that doesn't mean it can't be useful. Practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, she nearly runs towards the nearest pile 'o junk, chattering to whomever's followed her on the way.

"This is awesome! I bet like, half of this can be fixed up for something." What, exactly? Who knows, and it doesn't matter. Greedy hands reach out, and she starts to tug something out. Just as she does, a broken panel higher on the pile shifts and slips, falling right towards her head. With a screech, she tries to leap backwards, hands still holding on to the thing she'd grabbed. Priorities.
50000volts: (push up glasses; serious)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Darcy doesn't look up when L's voice calls for attention over the quiet sounds of tested footing and sifted debris. She knows what the objects he's referring to look like as well as he does without the refresher. She's standing near a terminal - what's left of one - not looking for electronic components, but staring at a cluster of shattered teal ceramic, clearly lost in her own thoughts. It's only when he finishes speaking that he finally catches her attention, and Darcy's eyes lift so she can settle on his face.

She doesn't manage a smile. Then again, she isn't sure he'll be looking at her when she seeks him out. (She should know better.)
50000volts: (confused)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"My cup," Darcy confirms, her lips pursing tightly and her brows forming a deep furrow. "Why am I so upset about it? It's just a mug." It isn't as if it had arrived with her from home, so it wasn't some sort of memento of times that still seem to be shrouded in a fog even now that their memories have more or less returned to them.

Unbidden, her hand has found his, their fingers lacing together. She holds on to him like she could draw strength through their connection. Maybe she does in some way. This ship has done far stranger things to the two of them.
50000volts: (:D)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
That does finally cause Darcy to crack a smile, wide and bright - the sort only he can draw from her these days after so much loss. (That cup was the least of it.) "You're always sentimental about coffee," she teases, nudging at his ribs with the thumb of her unoccupied hand.

The moment of mirth passes quickly. "I wonder if we'll ever manage to get to the passenger quarters." It's clear that this is not an idle thought she's entertained. Darcy has a very clear idea of which rooms she'd like to search through. The trouble is getting to them, though. "After we've gotten all the important this-could-help-us-all-survive stuff gathered up, of course." She's not entirely without priorities, no matter what careless image she's cultivated for herself.
Edited (Ssh.) 2015-09-26 04:50 (UTC)
50000volts: (conceal don't feel)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." That grasp on his hand starts to go slack. At the same time, Darcy's gaze slides away and her expression goes blank. It isn't the first time he's seen her retreating into her own mind so suddenly and get lost among her thoughts. He used to catch her doing that during the seemingly endless shifts in this very room, when things were quiet and there was no crisis looming on the horizon. It happened far less when there was music to hum along to absently.

While there's no evidence of consternation or sorrow to be found in the lines of her face, he knows her well enough by now to spot the prelude to panic.
50000volts: (:o)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Slowly, her gaze comes back into focus, and she finds his eyes again. The fear is still there, she's still rattled. Her lips draw into a thin line. "Maybe it would have been kinder if we had."

The words startle her once she registers what she's actually just said, what she's suggested. She clutches his hand tightly, but she turns her face down and away, stunned and also ashamed. "I'm sorry. I don't really mean that." I think.
50000volts: (hurting)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-09-26 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Forget I said that. I'm sorry, I'm not thinking straight." Darcy shakes her head quickly the way she always does when she's trying to banish unwelcome thoughts or erase a spoken misstep. (In this case, both.) "You said you wanted help with the closet?" Her attempt at a smile lasts only a fraction of a second. She can't pretend that she didn't just say what she did, even though she asked him to forget about it. They'll have to unpack that, but later. When there aren't others around to catch snippets of their hushed conversation. He needs to look like everything's under control, and having to take time to console his girlfriend when they should be salvaging isn't going to help anything.

And besides, Darcy doesn't need to lend any further support to the theory that she may be losing her grip on reality. In her defense, she's probably not the only person for whom much of this doesn't seem real.
50000volts: (don't look back in anger)

[personal profile] 50000volts 2015-10-12 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Darcy nods and takes the lead in making their way toward the closet, figuring he'll want to have her back in case she loses her footing. Heaven forbid. Her steps are careful, a little wobbly, but nothing catastrophic befalls her in her trek from Point A to Point B.

Climbing inside feels strange. It takes Darcy a moment to acclimate to the inverted setting. How many times did she ask for him to reach something on a taller shelf for her? With ulterior motives, of course. The height isn't an issue anymore.