thebastion | Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]

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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.]

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[Today had not been a very good day for Colin. The caffeine withdrawal he was suffering from was still at its painful stage, even if it wasn't as bad as it had been the last few days. On top of that, his salvage efforts in the wharf had been almost completely unsuccessful. If it weren't for the shards he'd found, enough to get the finally introduce the plantlife he so desperately needed, he'd have called this day a wash.]

[He'd set out with Paarthurnax earlier in the day, and he'd been grateful for the dragon's assistance. There were a lot more monsters out today than there had been in the past week, and the giant dragon was proving to be a good deterrence to getting attacked. The few monsters that had attempted bravery rather than prudence had not lasted long... At least so far.]

[He hadn't asked Paarth if he could ride on his back, but as the exhaustion set in, it was starting to get sorely tempting. Still, he was not at that point yet. He was quite content to keep walking, and keep surveying for anything, ANYTHING he could use in his rebuilding efforts.]

Hey... Paarthurnax. My scanner's registering a lot of metals and some life signs that don't seem to be Windbags or Peckers.

How're your eyes? Can you see anything worthwhile in that direction?

[He points off towards the scrap yard, all the while mentally adjusting his equipment to try and get better readings at this distance.]

[Out of common courtesy, Paarthurnax has refrained from flying on the way back. It wasn't much trouble anyway, moving on his wings like legs. While he wasn't quick, at his size he could easily keep up with Collin. The journey has been relatively quiet, and filling, too. Still, he doesn't let his guard down. As their last venture into the Bog had proven, there was still much in these floating lands that could harm them.]

[At Collin's words, Paarthurnax looks to where he is pointing. His long neck stretches and he stays silent for a moment.]

It is a new mass of land... Nii los ni riinur wah zey. I have not seen it before in my flights.

I've said it before, I'll say it again, likely to the point of exhaustion... I would kill for some decent satellite coverage of this rock.

[Colin sighs, and squints.]

I wanna get over there. Something's agitating the monsters today. And I'm reading a LOT of metals and plastics that way. Maybe we've got a storage yard or something. It's worth checking out, I'd rather not come back with no salvage if we can help it.

He gives Paarthurnax a smile then.]

If you're agreeable, that is.

If something has aggravated them, perhaps that is a sign.

[The beasts had been aggravated at the presence of the shard, too, and Paarthurnax was well aware of what a mess that had been. They're simply a group of two. If something goes wrong, they will have to act far quicker than before.]

[With those thoughts in mind, Paarthurnax lowers his head again but keeps it outstretched. A horn brushes against Collin's arm.]

If we go, it may be best for you if you stayed atop of me.

[It's just common sense as far as he's concerned, after all. If there's another plant that drags you into nightmares, than Paarthurnax knows he has a better chance. It would take more of its gas to get into his large lungs, and he could simply rise above it. That makes him the safest place to be. He knows they cannot afford to lose anyone in the Bastion.]

[Colin regards him for a moment before he nods crisply]

Right. Thanks for the ride. I promise I won't abuse your trust.

[Colin moves to climb aboard Paarth, being mindful to avoid kicking him. He's done this before, several times in fact, but he's never been fond of riding living beings.]

Let's avoid any acrobatics unless we've gotta dodge anything. My head isn't in a state to handle multiple G's.

It has been a very long time since I preferred such theatrics.

[Funny how quiet contemplation and isolation could calm a dovah down. Once Collin has stopped moving and seems to be more or less secure, Paarthurnax pushes himself down to the ground before heaving himself up into the air. A few flaps of his wings and he's airborne, gliding over the scattered pieces of land. He's learned by now not to fly past them over the void, so he makes his way along whatever paths connect that lead them to the new land. His nostrils flare a bit.]

I smell zal, salt- like the ocean. It is faint, however.

I wish I knew what that indicated.

[He's calling out over the rushing wind, wincing against all the sensations. It's fast, which he's grateful for. He holds tightly to the Dragon's back, and now that they're airborne, he's got a MUCH better vantage point from which to scan.]

But now that I can see further, we've definitely got some sort of facility off in the distance! Lots of metal, lots of plastic, a fair amount of organic matter. A dump or a scrap yard, probably! Heat signatures and preliminary medical scans are showing several people down there, and it looks like something may have crashed down there.

[He's really wishing he had a better medical scanner in his eye. He would rarely have use for it at home, but here, it would be utterly invaluable. He knows there's people, and he knows they're mostly alive, but other than that, he can't tell more.]

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