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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-01-27 08:34 pm

the scattering


And now, hard siege during Alem’s first log event, covering 27 January to 12 February.

This Arc relies on information sharing and troubleshooting solutions, whether to keep the watch towers standing, find the Reaper, hold back Rathakku or evacuate civilians. Don’t be shy!

As a refresher, character have individual assignment & notes — but rest easily, they can largely go anywhere in Alem and play out any prompt below.

Click each header for scenarios!

THE SCATTERING




Alem’s chilly welcome includes a gift of weapons, clothes and meagre food provisions. You are quickly given your posts and grudgingly tolerated by fortress natives, many of whom accuse you of collusion with Rathakku or the merchant guilds. Expect unkind tests or teasing from soldiers who want you to prove your worth.

SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS: rare beds and hard pallets in the Keep barracks, sharing broad rooms infantrymen. Alternatively, sleep in the Wards, with refugees or the sick.

ARSENAL: you receive serviceable weapons or inherited clothes — ragged, over/undersized and perhaps livened by fleas.

FOOD: scant, dry, hard and prioritised for the weak, young, sickly or actively fighting. Scarce additional resources, such as berries and deer meat, can be procured from the nearby forests on the lower half of the mountain.

ACCESS: characters can go to anywhere, except the Room of Seals. Entering the Watch Towers will be discouraged during attacks, unless you were assigned these posts.

■ Between 7-10 February, Rathakku will Claw — meaning necromancers, the dead and those who are incredibly sensitive to life and death are vulnerable to his thrall. They could be conscripted into his armies, if they exit the fortress or linger long outside. Ghosts might woo them to enter the mountain forests, and they will itch with wanderlust and a sense of incompletion. Comment here with an idea of what you'd like you character to do/a> if they are lured to Rathakku’s side.

NPCs: each fortress level has a designated NPC you can reach out to. Deimar will additionally be visiting the Watch Tower, following Stephen Strange’s taunts.


THE WATCH TOWERS

The first and most war-torn line of defence. The watch towers keep Alem standing — fend off their attackers.

       EASTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Eastern Tower: Jinx, Vi, Hermione and Chu Wanning. Medic: Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy.

■ Harpies frequently charge here, using their blade-sharp claws and deep fangs. They are humanoid but carnivorous and expressly prey on tower watchers. The scent of blood lures them — so Bones should quickly bandage wounds.
■ Bad weather hides their attacks. Beware the mists of 29 January and the blizzards of 3-6 February.

■ Cut the harpies’ legs if they fly away with you — better to risk a hard fall into the mountain’s snowy than being dragged into their nests.

■ They are vulnerable to loud sounds and vibrations. Set off the great, rusted tower bells to sound the alarm and repel them.


       WESTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Western Tower: Eleven, Xie Yun, Kahl and Eda. Medic: Sarah Bishop.

■ Flurries of arrows frequently rain down, plain, fire or poison-tipped. They are shot in two broad attacks (morning and evening) by orc archers.

Sarah receives a kit of local ointment antidotes, but must make haste — the sickness spreads quickly and paralyses limbs. (Effects disappear over 1-6 hours, once the antidote is applied).

■ A rare few arrows are tipped with hallucinogen substances that trigger paranoid visions.

■ Orcs may try to scale this tower, using climbing hooks. Push them down.


       SOUTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Southern Tower: Jon Snow, Stephen Strange, Red and Finn. Medic: Wen Qing.

Irenia, Frost’s Scourge, an ancient, extremely large but slow dragon stops first at the Southern Tower before proceeding to other watch posts. She will turn back, if she is stopped here.

■ The dragon breathes down frost that can paralyse you in place, or freeze limbs. Wen Qing must prioritise warming the affected.

■ A few anti-frost shields have been supplied, but their magic wanes after a few hours. Use them as a last resort.

Irenia’s hide is tough and leathery, but she can be deflected by continuous attack. She no longer seems to hear or see as sharply.

■ She largely flies by, breathes ice and tries to pick up watchers in her great maws, then crack their bones or throw them down on hard stone.

■ Repel her for three consecutive days and she will not return for a week.


       NORTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Northern Tower: Kamala Khan, Wanda Maximoff, Merrin and Jiang Cheng. Medic: Anduin.

■ Demons draw large catapults near the fortress walls and throw strong projectiles at this tower — stone, large steel balls or even human or demonic.

■ The worst missiles comprise stones alight with ‘living fire’ — an extraordinarily hot blaze that can quickly incinerate tissue. Anduin should immediately attend to burns.

■ The tower is exceptionally weathered and structurally unsound, marked by large, destabilising holes. Kerasstone asks you to fix the infrastructure or guard his repairmen.

■ The ongoing damage sometimes triggers quakes in the fragile tower — hold on and don’t fall crumbling to your deaths.

■ Use the one-man crossbows and range weapons available, or the fixed large tower crossbows to shoot back and destroy the catapults.


THE KEEP


Life at court, when the knives come out: barracks, royal halls and Crown Prince Haiva’s medical quarters await.

KINGDOM COME

The court of Alem bustles with rival proposals: the supporters of Crown Prince Haiva want to surrender the citadel, while proponents of former Regent Thyvault seek to raise the remaining armed forces in a desperate last stand against Rathakku. King Deimar, mere months in his rule, has opted to evacuate convoys and resettle them, after sealing away any last chance of Rathakku accessing hell’s gates.

■ The supporters of Haiva, Thyvault and Deimar wage frequent wars of words that accuse Thyvault of Deimar of usurpring rule, and Haiva of being too weak to lead.

Thyvault’s men slyly wonder if Deimar killed the beautiful woman he was seen wooing mere months ago in the fortress grounds. Proof of her death or continued survival would benefit the three causes.

■ The woman was last seen chased by a fair-haired rider into the frosted forests that Rathakku has peopled with monstrous wolves and undead Alem huntsmen. Interrogate hunters & commoners or track her down.

■ Tempers boil over Jan. 29-Feb. 5, with arguments frequently devolving into fights and shallow stabbing. As ‘supporters’ of the three gentlemen, you should defend their cause — but do pull back blows before you kill each other.

Deimar punished brawlers with a few days of penitent confinement in the barracks, where you are expected to reflect on your sins and attitude, and certainly not join the cliques of heavily drinking men playing dares and cards. Hold your liquor, survive the exceptionally spicy Alem meals and take advantage of the general inebriation to ask your questions of the brass — without showing your horror when you hear them boast that Thyvault’s men drove the local ice mermaid population extinct.


IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?

The Haiva’s medics ( Bones, Sarah Bishop, Anduin and Wen Qing) are repeatedly called in to inspect his fits of sudden and elusive sickness. He exhibits a varied multitude of bizarre symptoms when his healers visit him:

Bones finds Haiva is a haemophiliac, his skin brittle like paper.

■ For Sarah Bishop, Haiva is overwhelmingly feverish, battling an unseen infection.

Wen Qing sees patches on Haiva’s skin that resemble decaying, moulding or gangrene.

Anduin notices Haiva’s skin feels clammy, his breathing stalled, as if his body were entering rigor mortis. He is very much alive.


Haiva is always weak, but gratefully and mysteriously cured of his symptoms within hours of his consultation. You can start a thread with him!

Info sharing with the medics’ club is caring!


THE CROSSING



The bustling, stifling and overheated Crossing reunites the main ground-level gates and corridors of Alem’s castle. Merchants traverse the halls, volunteering their wares at exorbitant prices, while former Regent Thyvault leads the departing troops.

HAGGLE GAGGLE

■ Colluding merchants offer their less-than-stellar goods at heinous rates. You get 100 coins to haggle long, hard and to the bone for food, cloth and maps, amid war inflation. Offer your hair, your virtue, the ugly side of your fist as needed. No one will mind if you liberate a few wares.

■ Two of the most prominent merchants — boastful Batthour of the grains and stern Eles, vendor of maps, silks and steel — openly despise each other. Their apprentices frequently start brawling — stay out of their way or stoke the clashes…

Batthour and Eles are both open to trade, but seem distinctly disdainful of Alem, expressing pleasure from profiteering in its downfall. Group up to raise coin or other goods to trade, then put in your best offer. The next few Alem convoys require 500kg of wheat and at least three maps of eastward provinces to resettle.


THE WAR IN WORDS

WHEN IT GRAINS, RED POURS: Under Thyvault’s leadership, Alem’s scouts and infantry gather in the Crossing for final instructions then advance into Rathakku’s territory. You can join them on a mission to the Ivory plains at the bottom of the mountain, where a few frozen storage houses still have summer grains. Steal back the supplies, bypassing snow-buried traps and Rathakku’s lingering feral creatures.

■ King Deimar has prepared new missives for Rathakku. Multiple envoys can group up to ensure delivery down the mountain and into the warlord’s encampment in the Tattered Highlands. Your white flag buys limited patience from Rathakku’s demonic armies. Only two characters can directly interact with the warlord — Sign up for one of two spots by 23:55 GMT on 30 January. Note: Rathakku should be approached lightly.


THE WARDS



The ill-lit Wards house the wounded, young, crippled or vulnerable of Alem, alongside those preparing to evacuate the fortress in upcoming convoys. Where there is sickness and overcrowding, expect poor provisions, the astringent scent of antiseptic, and a sense of residual decay. The lucky few sleep on pallets — while most dwellers take the hard ground and share dry bread. Soft-spoken Crown Prince Haiva visits regularly.

THINK OF THE CHILDREN

■ Weak civilians are often targeted by soldiers, who are frustrated by sharing their resources with ‘leeches’ who do not defend the citadel. Intervene to protect the vulnerable and redistribute any food that is unfairly confiscated. Prince Haiva will lend his scarce authority to correct any reported wrongdoings.

■ Learn to supply first aid, console orphaned children or widow(er)s and ease the spirits of those petrified by the recent murders.

■ A convoy prepares to leave on 9 Feb, with another due on 15 Feb. Pack the scant effects of the weak and plead for the gold or charity of the Keep’s gentry. Whatever resources you gain will greatly help the survival odds of those who resettle.

■ Inevitably, death visits some of the wounded. Professional grievers and coarse embalmers perform cleansing and mourning rites for survivors. Help them, or participate in the local habit of sharing tales of your most tragic sorrows, to distract them from their own.


WATSON ON DUTY

■ The investigative summary, as civilians can share them: five unrelated deaths took place over the past 11 weeks. Some speak superstitiously of a Reaper, who punishes the people of Alem for abandoning their fortress and sacred duty to protect the gate to hell.

■ The victims were all men aged 22-35 of diverse appearances and backgrounds. Some had minor injuries. They were all found without marks of wounding or sickness, bearing a white string bound to their wrists. One of the men was a foreign merchant.

■ Senior sorceress Althea searched the site and cleansed bodies, finding no evidence of magical interference.

Haiva has reinforced guards, but Deimar seems indifferent. Thyvault believes this is only an inevitably level of mundane crime.

■ Some nights, you might wake to the haunting song of a plangent woman. You enter a state of dreamy, confused hypnosis, drawn to a narrow, steep staircase you had not glimpsed before. You fumble towards the lake caves of the Gut’s Bind. Even the intrusive voices of Alem tell you to snap out of it and awaken — but your best bet is a companion’s help.

■ The staircase cannot be found again, come morning. The call is fainter for women, and does not affect the same person more than one-two nights.

■ Guards, sorcerers and civilians can answer your questions — but prepare your bribes and wooing.


THE GUT’S BIND



It’s nice, dark and quiet in here, barring the comforting thrum of the forges. Paladins and sorcerers are hard at their elusive work, reinforcing the Room of Seals. Access to the Forges, mines and glacier lake caves remains liberal.

LAKES, MINES, MAYHEM

THE MINES: Characters deployed to find new escape routes find a series of corridors leading into the previously bustling gold mines, where ore resources remain well supplied. The territory is overwhelmingly shaky, with mine shafts and structures prone to collapse. They appear dusty, brittle, husked and far older than their actual age. Go deep enough and you can find sheets haphazardly strewn about and the remains of partly devoured demons.

THE LAKES: Saunter into a series of four interconnected ice lake caves, where the brutal cold is viciously wounding and pervasive. The first three caves give you no trouble, beyond ridiculously sharp icicles waiting to drop down. As you enter the fourth cave, you find gleaming stretches of golden, gleaming… scales that float on the lake waters. Grab one to study — but beware the starved creature that guards them.

THE FORGES: some entirely abandoned, some functional, all well-equipped at this time. Settle down alone, or in the company of Kerasstone’s people — the old blood that preceded even Alem’s settlement and holy seal in the mountains.

■ Keep an ear out for sudden sounds or unexpected steps behind you, as you travel the tighter and tighter passageways to find or shovel new exit routes through the mountain: some of Rathakku’s creatures appear to have… wandered in. They camouflage as stone and lay perfectly still in wait of their prey, before descending. They’re vulnerable to strong light and a jolly smiting.


LOCK YOUR DOORS

■ Paladins and sorcerers enter the heavily warded and barricaded Room of Seals every few hours. They emerge exhausted, their resources drained. Some also bear heavy gashes.

■ Characters are barred from entering and incarcerated for a day in one of the Keep’s jails or brought before Galatea’s judgement, if they attempt to sneak in.

■ Groans and screams can be occasionally heard from within, followed by spikes in the sense of deathliness of the place. Some paladins are never seen exiting.

■ You have one chance to enter, at midnight on 1 February, when the Gut’s Bind erupts into calls for healers to attend an emergency. Collapsed paladins are urgently pulled out, while sorcerers attempt to ward the room before ultimately fleeing to help their brethren. You can infiltrate and stay inside for 20 minutes before the stoked anger of the room completely overwhelms you, and you begin to bodily attack everyone and everything around you. This is a dangerous route: check in for one of three findings scenarios.



QUESTIONS

nachocheese: (nacho)

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-02-15 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Nacho shrugs. He makes a big show of shrugging, in fact, opening up his body language a little bit and moving both shoulders noticeably while his hands face outward. "You could put it that way," he says, almost mischievously. Like there's some other way to put it.

If she's trying to make him feel seen, it's working. His chest puffs up slightly without him even realizing it; it's not a conscious action at all. Nacho knows he's good at what he does because he gets results, but it's been a long time since anyone ever bothered to look impressed with him. He's been someone else's chew toy for so long he nearly forgot what it felt like.

"Basic shit. I wanted to know why she's so pissed off at the city. Could just be standard war profiteering, but" -- he makes a clicking sound with his tongue -- "it didn't seem like it, to me. Felt like there was something more going on. Something personal."
nachocheese: (bingo)

<3!

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-02-15 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...he really shouldn't be encouraging her. Like, really shouldn't? The last thing he would want would be for someone as sweet she seems to be to get wrapped up in the same kind of shit like he did. And YET...

Nacho snorts. ]


You? You wouldn't have to. A cute girl like you, you could get ten or twenty huge guys to intimidate people for you. Easy. You'd just be the brains of the operation. [ You know, like she was today! ]

[ It's cute, the way she looks up at him. Nacho isn't short-short, but for a man, he's not especially tall, so he doesn't always get the experience of someone peering up at him like that. ]

Yeah? What, you two take a wrong turn at Pluto or something?

[ It's kind of a joke, but it's at least not intended to be a mean one. Nacho tries to be chill about the weirdness that surrounds him, because he doesn't think freaking out about it will help anybody You know, the superpowers and space aliens and other comic book shit that exists in no short supply here. Being dead helps, in that regard. If he can be dead, surely other people can be warlocks or something.

There's no denying it's still super weird, though. ]


So how long have you been... you know... traveling around the galaxy, not on Earth?
Edited 2023-02-15 15:45 (UTC)
traumatology: (bucky-104-00081)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-15 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that sounds great.

( it does not but he can't deny that he's a little curious. he watches the elevator go down and then he leans over the edge, trying to see if there's a ladder or something. )

You wanna go down there?
vdovy: (HAWKEYE 020)

[personal profile] vdovy 2023-02-15 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Out of the corner of her eye, Yelena notices Clara trying to catch her attention. She dips her head to feign interest in a silk scarf, hiding her eyes behind her brow as she scans back to Clara and pieces together what the woman is trying to relay. ]

You have a deal, [ she tells the merchant. Then she produces her modest bag of coin and empties it out onto the merchant's counter. Coins clatter and scatter across the surface, some rolling off and falling to the ground. They make an outsized amount of noise for such small objects, which ought to provide at least a few seconds of cover for Clara.

Meanwhile, Yelena starts plopping the coins back into her little bag one noisy handful at a time. ]
So how many of these do I owe you?
westviews: (HOME)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-02-15 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wrathion," Wanda repeats, not missing the tone. "Wanda."

She sighs. She doesn't have the time or energy to solve a mystery when her focus can only be on one thing: the battle outside the walls.

"There's a lot in this city that needs fixing."
scrapgege: (019-02)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-02-15 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
And jump Xie Lian does, far higher than normally would be possible for a human.

Maybe the young dragon in human form will be able to feel it then, the almost bursting energy emanating from him. It's almost blinding, suffocating in how much there is and yet there appears to be a tight lid on it, blocked by chains, most of it tucked away and unable to find an outlet.

It doesn't seem to be much of a problem, though, because Xie Lian, entirely forgetting he has a sword now, goes for his go-to when fighting demonic beasts and full out punches the closest one between the horns, and the beast sways and then crumbles down in less than a second.

Only then does Xie Lian remember his blade, and he's quick to use it to sever the beast's head.
growlies: (sitting)

[personal profile] growlies 2023-02-15 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't even know if there are any gods in charge here. It all seems so messy, but I'm also not really used to like life. The Underworld was usually pretty predictable so I wasn't sure if this was a... This World thing or a life thing, y'know?"

But no, there are no actual answers at all around them. It's only them taking guesses in the dark at this point. Her gaze lifts to meet Clara's as she smiles at her, resting a hand on her arm.

Emotion tightens in her heart even as she nods.

"You man a lot to me too. So don't let anything happen to you either, okay?" Her voice is hoarse, but she means it. "And that starts with getting some rest. You gonna take a break now too? You already come with bread."

And she deserves some sleep.
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (8)

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-02-15 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Flares or fireworks, hmm.

"Fireworks might work. Your risk is if she is briefly blinded by them, she may misjudge a turn and come down heavily against the tower -- or the ground and any people below. She's old enough I imagine she won't frighten easily, so I doubt she'd panic. She might get angry."

He tilts his head, runs his eyes along the tower itself in thought.

"... And she's certainly large enough to do damage to this tower."

Which, as Stephanivien points out, is likely not solid enough to brush off the impact.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-02-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some things we can never know for certain," Wrathion admits, "but that offers little comfort if you find out later your choice may have been wrong."

Or, he supposes, definitely was. He's killed people before, thinking there was no way to save them, only years later to find a way. Would it have worked on those he gave up on? he has no way to know for sure, of course. Perhaps they were too far gone, perhaps he was right. The prospect haunts him, all the same. It has long built a reputation he suspects he will never escape.
growlies: (talkin)

[personal profile] growlies 2023-02-15 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"It really fuckin' sucked but in that boring monotonous way. Which is the point of Purgatory - not absolutely terrible like... Hell is supposed to be and not like Heaven or Elysium either."

Red laughs too softly, quietly. She likes that Hermione is truly interested in what it was all like, that it is almost normalized when she asks questions and makes comments about it. It was all such a weird, strange thing, and she was so afraid of this moment, and it's not nearly so bad as her brain made it out to be.

Hermione does not appear to be looking at her absurdly differently - not pity or differences or yeah.

Her face feels warm again at the compliment, at their continued closeness. "...yeah, I don't really know what I am - something in between, but." She tilts her head to the side. "Amazing, huh?"
growlies: (defiance)

[personal profile] growlies 2023-02-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"...guess that's one of the few rare benefits of not having to make choices," Red says and then curses quietly, because that probably seems like a wild thing to say. Truth is she never had to make choices until she got out of the Underworld. Everything she did was because she was Hades' until the end. "Maybe that's why I haven't weighed in on what to do. Easier to not have blood on my hands. Let someone else make the tough choices, but that's-" cowardly? Something.
westviews: (DWELL)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-02-15 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[She bites her tongue against the laugh that wants to escape her throat. Instead, she tries to keep her face neutral as she asks,]

Iron Man fan?
dog_eat_dog: <user name=funguy> (meet the basic need in me)

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2023-02-16 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's gotta be personal," she says, transparently smug. "These assholes make everything personal because they know they're nothing but middlemen. Their customers have them by the balls, their suppliers have them by the balls –– literally all they have is whatever makes them money as fast and as painless as possible."

And god, is war profiteering ever a good one for that. Even better on the top end.

She grins and invites him to brag as she puts the coins in his hand:

"Were you right?"
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[personal profile] stephanivien 2023-02-16 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Given my usual custom, I tend to get the benefit of the military supply chain, as opposed to the usurpation of it, but I do take your meaning."

Stephanivien grins at Tess's laugh, but snaps his fingers and tamps his foot in minor disappointment.

"That's an unfortunate set-back, as I don't know enough of the specifics to know if there is a way to aetherically—or, rather, magically—expedite the process." He shrugs. "It's well enough to mine, I suppose, though I'm not sure who we should be looking to for supply. Most uses I know are artillery, but the technology here leaves me somewhat unsure if there is demand enough to support it."

Stephanivien crosses his arms, two fingers coming up to tap at his brow-bone in thought, before straightening again and completing a more critical scan of the surrounding mercantile.

"Perhaps in salted meats?"
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[personal profile] stephanivien 2023-02-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"The ideal would for her to grumpily decide it's not worth the bother, though perhaps that predisposes a level of control over herself that she may not possess given–" Stephanivien gestures widely down in the vague direction of Rakkathu and his armies below.

"And I heartily agree in regards to the space for which she'd have to turn. Any such firework missiles would need to be fired when she is at a distance far enough—and, likely, an altitude high enough—that there is room enough for a disrupted flight pattern without a crash."

He crosses his arms, leaning against the battlements to look down more generally at the besieging armies below.

"It's a pity the control seems only to be hampered by proximity. It would be far easier if we could create a more generalized field of disruption utilizing a countering energy, perhaps. Though it is my understanding that magic is not so strongly Aspected, here, as to fall into more Elemental or energetic alignments."
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[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-02-16 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
We've come this far.

['This far,' of course, being a few yards, but as nervous as she is of heights, and of falling from a height in the dark, and of whatever caused the miners to wall off this passage, she'd much rather go down after the elevator than give up and turn around.

She squats down before leaning over the edge, not eager to accidentally tip over and fall after the elevator.]


Look, there.

[What she would guess is one level down, she spots a tunnel branching off the elevator shaft. There's no ladder or other easy way to get to it, but...]

We could slide down the elevator chain.
makemeasong: (𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-16 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She wishes they weren't in a place where being invisible is the best solution to a lot of things, including staying alive. But she's glad she could give Caitlyn this, and she smiles in return. ]

You're welcome. I'm trying to look out for everyone I can. Just...please be careful. I'm tired of losing people I care about.

[ Friends, parents, people she loves deeply—she keeps trying to harden her heart and not let anyone in, but it's proving impossible. ]
makemeasong: (𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-16 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara laughs, which feels good to do, because this place has an issue with providing moments of levity. ]

By that math, I should be running this place and we should all be on our way to places funner than this.

[ Casually strolling with him, it seems like they're far away enough now to relax a little more, though she still glances over her shoulder just to be sure. ]

As for traveling, it's easy to lose track when you travel in time. Maybe if I laid it all out consecutively it's two or three years. If the Doctor can ever manage to get his TARDIS here, you can experience it for yourself.

[ That's what she wants, to be able to help the Doctor get everyone out of this hell hole and see the stars. ]

It's brilliant. I promise not every planet outside of our solar system is rubbish like this.
makemeasong: (𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-16 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The second Clara sees the bag go upside down it clicks, and she's already tugging at the map as the first coins hit the ground. The merchant even wants to help a pretty lady, so he's thoroughly distracted. Not only does Clara grab the map, she grabs a few other pieces of paper that may or may not be important.

By the time she's slipping away, the merchant is bartering with Yelena again. It isn't until he turns and sees the chimes laying on their side that he begins yelling, forgetting about her and her trade for the moment.

From around the corner, she can hear the commotion and yelling, but tucks everything carefully into her inner pockets, waiting to hear if he's going to suspect Yelena. She should probably run further away, but Clara refuses to leave her behind. ]


C'mon, Yelena. You got this.

[ She whispers it under her breath, using all her self-control to not look around the corner too early. ]
makemeasong: (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-16 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She'll blame the sudden lump in her throat on exhausted emotions being out of whack. "I'll do my best. Promise." Reaching out, she has to give Red a hug, squeezing her gently before letting go.

At the mention of rest, Clara sighs and stretches her arms over her head a little and her elbows pop. "I think so. Honestly, I'm not sure I can get back on my feet again." She can't remember the last time she sat down after waking up earlier.

"You rest too, and...I dunno, look for me later, when you can. Even if it's just a wave." She wants to know Red's alright until all of this is over, one way or another.
traumatology: (bucky-104-00065)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-16 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna go on record as saying this is a bad idea but —

( the elevator chain sounds doable. he reaches out and gives the chain a hard pull with his metal arm before he grip harder and jumps off, letting himself slide down.

his feet touch down quick and then he's looking up at her. )


Safe enough, come on.
rehandle: (pic#16175952)

[personal profile] rehandle 2023-02-16 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Number Five. Stephen squints briefly, less at the kid himself than at the middle distance - really? - but then glances up in time to catch the odd little play of realisation cross his face and his own expression smooths out. ]

You suppose correctly. I'd spare the time to visit the evacuation destination to make the portals a viable option, but all the evacuees might get frozen to death by a zombie dragon in the meantime, so you see my predicament.

First name Number, last name Five?

[ How are we doing this? Mr. Five? Hey, Number, how's tricks? ]
chosenbylight: do not take (045)

[personal profile] chosenbylight 2023-02-16 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Keeping my Haiva questions to one thread if that’s okay! Would Anduin be able to catch Deimar to be able to ask him questions about Haiva’s health at all? In a very professional capacity of course. He wants to know Deimar’s accounting of Haiva’s illness though, if it meets up with what Haiva has told him or if there are any differences in their accounts.
consignation: (unless you were xue yang)

[personal profile] consignation 2023-02-16 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I suspect your battlefield manner is equally atrocious, [ jiang cheng sniffs, the withering of his soul at licyn's appraising gaze plainly visible. cultivators are made of tougher stuff than most even if they might not look it so jiang cheng, while starting to look clammy with blood loss, still has the energy to expend on being cranky and contrary.

the question about the blade that did the cutting makes jiang cheng make an unfortunate noise that might be his idea of a laugh. are you kidding, strange foreign man? are you joking with him right now? ]


Do people answer 'yes' to that very often? I wasn't fighting Lan Wangji, this time, so no, I don't suspect the blade was meticulously sanitized before I was struck with it.