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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere2019-09-13 04:44 am

A City Falls: Start

Preparation

Just after light on the seventh day of the month of Bassoon everyone’s SCA glows with the colour of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come.

Anyone who goes to investigate the dressing carriage will find all the cupboards and drawers open. They may need to battle through spider webs but soon will find an array of clothes. Trousers, skirts, dresses, shirts, robes, cloaks. Everything they will need and plenty of choice. All the clothes have accents of team colours in more muted hues than the normal bold hoodies they wear.

A few hours later there is an announcement over the speakers. "Arrival to Planet #25768 imminent. Prepare for exit from Void. Drop order: Purple, Orange, Red, Blue. All passengers are to wear their Safety Control Apparatus and are reminded that emergency evacuation protocol is three short taps."

The train shudders and jerks. It is time.

Purple

"Purple Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Purple team to doors."

The train flies down through the air before coming to a stop between two rocky outcrops. The doors hiss open, it’s a bit of a jump down to the ground and anyone who looks back will find the train hard to see. Not invisible but definitely cloaked, shifting to blend in with the rock.

They can hear the sound of many footsteps and the high sound of young voices. It is easy to hear where they need to be.

As they move down the rocky slope they will see the main pass. A large group of children are walking. Spirits are high even if it is clear they are on their guard. Older teens are wearing weapons, swords, the odd axe, a few daggers. Nothing expertly crafted but they all wear them with ease. Slightly younger children carry the very young, toddlers and those too young to walk and keep pace.

There’s a sound from in front of the group. From around the corner a girl, about thirteen years old, runs towards them. Her braids bounce against her shoulders, her eyes are wide with fear and she waves her hands at the others. “Run! Run!”

A shadow looms behind her, a winged wolf, gaining speed towards her. Sat on the wolf is a spear wielding goblin.

From all around them a growling of many more wolves, in the hills, close and ready to pounce.

Orange

Once Purple Team are gone the train flies again. "Orange Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Orange Team to doors."

The train seems to be still concealed as it hovers at the city walls. There’s a bit of a jump onto the walls but at least they are near one of the staircases down into the city.

Also luckily no one seems to have seen them appearing out of no where though that has more to do with the general chaos rather than anything else!

There is a lot of chaos! People evacuating, animals everywhere, people looking lost and bewildered. Get herding or helping and encourage people up that cliff path!

Red

The train flies onward. "Red team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Red team to doors."

The train makes a slightly bumpy landing on a rocky slope. Scrambling up the slope red team will see a group of fighters, perhaps eighty in total. There are some supplies to the side, not yet allotted. Some horses and weapons. All the fighters are currently focused on a tall woman who is on horseback, facing them from the front.

“… Say those that stand here, as few as we may be were the ones who end the goblin menace on our lands for good. For our children and our families. We fight!”

The end of what was clearly a rousing speech, the fighters cheer. They begin to move over the slope, towards the goblin camp below. If you are joining this battle the time is now!

Blue

The train flies low, skimming over the lake. "Blue Team to doors. Drop in one minute. Blue Team to doors."

Jumping down off the train they will land in the shallows of the lake. It’s not deep enough to go over their boots and now too far to wade to shore. The shore is rocky, loose rocks and pools of water to avoid. The tower stands before them. Three goblins, riding wolves perch on the walls high above them. The sky above crackles with lightning that is not at all natural.

The doorway to the tower is open, there are a lot of stairs to get up. The howls of the wolves fill the air as the wizards fight them off above. Time to climb!
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Re: Dressing Car

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2019-09-17 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"What gave you that idea, Marge?" Wade asked, cheerfully turning to her amidst the mess of clothing he had been throwing everywhere. "I think I'm making some real headway here. Little bit more subdued than I'm used to, but you know, you just can win them all, huh?" He looked her over more closely.

"You look ready to blend in with Comicon, so hit me with it. What do you think?" He asked, holding up random pieces of clothing he had draped over his shoulder with no rhyme or reason.
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Re: Dressing Car

[personal profile] blueberryprincess 2019-09-18 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Evie's eyebrows furrow just a bit at being called Marge. She's clearly not getting the reference, Wade. They don't have that show where she's from. It's a sad universe without the Simpsons.

But she ignores it, instead shifting focus to the attire he pulled out for himself. Some of it will work for him, but there rest? Not so much.

She reaches for a couple pieces, taking them and putting them away, trading for other attire. Making things match so that he blended in as best as he could with the rest of them.

"There's a black hood on the shelf behind you that I think'd work for you during our upcoming mission." A moment of hesitation and then she looks at Wade again. She has an important question.

"What's Comicon?"
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Re: Dressing Car - LATE AND SORRY LATE AND SORRY

[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2019-09-28 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"A hood huh? Trying to cover up my devilishly good looking mask, are you?" Wade leaned back to pose dramatically, one scarred hand coming up to cover his masked face. "You wound me, Konata, really." Despite the dramatics, he did reach up to pull down hood. Maybe he could make himself look like one of those Assassins from the games.

Still wallowing in his mock offence over his mask he heaved a put upon sigh at the next question. "You're killing me here, Ramona. Comicon is like a big party where a bunch of nerds dress up as comic book characters, or like Disney characters, or elves or something. Lots of fun, until you lose a lookalike contest for yourself."
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Re: Dressing Car - LATE AND SORRY LATE AND SORRY

[personal profile] blueberryprincess 2019-09-28 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was thinking more were being dropped into somewhere during their rainy season," Evie replies, smiling just a bit at the dramatics. She was certain he could easily fit in on the Isle, but there was something that could fit into Auradon, too. "The hood could help keep rain out of your eyes."

Listening to his Comicon explanation, she shakes her head some. It doesn't ring a bell, but the dressing up part sounded amazing.

"Is that something that happened to you? You lost a look-a-like contest for yourself?"
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[personal profile] filmnotyetrated 2019-09-30 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Psh, look at you all practical, leagues ahead of me. I'm just hear to look cool, my mask'll protect the moneymaker." Wade pulled the hood on, despite the fact he was still otherwise in his train uniform.

"What do you think? How's my aesthetic here? Am I using that right?" He shrugged, not waiting for an answer. "And yeah, somewhere along the line that's definitely happened. Maybe to me, maybe to a different me. Hard to tell sometimes when the streams get crossed. Anyways, though, aesthetic me up, no need for practically, I use two weapons and don't need armor." If he had his way he'd walk out with as many patterns and colors as possible. He didn't have his suit so there was no reason not to have some fun.