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thebastion2013-10-26 01:32 pm
bastionmods) wrote in thebastion2013-10-26 01:32 pm
Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]
Who: New arrivals + Old survivors
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
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[There's only a few there, maybe ten or so including theirs, but Nanaki will still go over to the nearest one and peek inside to see who is there.]
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Something feels off, in a way the young Strain can't quite place. ]
It's. Very quiet.
[ That was it. She had lived in the city prior to Vatheon, so she was used to people all about. Her grip on her bag tightens. ]
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God, I miss teleporting. Maybe if I had gone just a little lighter on the slaughter, I could've kept that perk.
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Er, you alright? Besides the no-teleporting-thing.
[Skipping over the slaughter part for now kthnx]
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The bruises aren't life-threatening.
[She gets to her feet, brushing down her skirt.]
Where is everyone anyway? They just forgot about me after we.. crashed? and left me lying here like a sack of potatoes?
[It felt like a crash, she thought. Into what she isn't exactly sure because it feels like they're on solid ground now but crashing into a landmass when travelling clear seas shows a remarkable amount of ineptitude.]
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[This junkyard is effing huge, though, they could be just over that pile of tires or something.]
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Great. Instead of the mainland, we get a trash dump. I knew I shouldn't have been so trusting.