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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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[ Anna takes that hand, and as tiny as she is, sort of needs a bit of that help.
And while she wobbles a little bit, her balance gets back to normal and she lets go of his hand, looking to him to start walking in a direction.
She doesn't look hurt - although that might be a start of a bruise forming at the edge of her hairline. ]
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Very well then.
[He watches her as she steadies herself, still providing that worn, calm hand until she releases it and he returns it to his lab coat pocket.
When her eyes turn to him, his turn to the local landscape. There's a veritable mountain of debris ahead, (or at least enough to make things less of a leisurely walk and more of a hike), but there are survivors behind it. None of them seem familiar to him, though he isn't sure if that's a bad thing.]
I can sense survivors beyond this hill. If we climb to the top, we should be able to see them.
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[ Anna studies that hill as they make their way closer, then studies Stein.
Now that she was paying attention.... Well, Stein didn't seem to be viewing the transports with any familiarity. Did the Coral really mess up? Or was this a different Stein? She'd only talked to him once, but...
When the hill of rubble gets a bit stiff, this would be Anna grabbing onto his coat sleeve. ]
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A minefield of scrap and wreckage dots the landscape ahead... but no one that matches the description the girl gave. At least, not in his opinion.]
See anyone familiar?
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It does make shaking her head no a bit easier - the Aura of her clanmates would have been noticeable from even this distance. ]
No one who I was looking for...
[ There isn't a tiny tremble when she says that. Honestly. Anna didn't just start to even think it might be an option that Mikoto and Tatara aren't here.
So instead she fishes out a marble, and peers through that. ]
But I see someone else I know. Green hair and the big fox.