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middleofsomewhere2020-07-13 05:43 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2020-07-13 05:43 am
Entry tags:
- !mission seven,
- masumi sera [ou],
- quatre raberba winner [ou],
- seto kaiba [ou],
- taiki [ou],
- tidus [ou],
- zelda (oot) [ou],
- ~x~alice liddell [ou],
- ~x~arataka reigen [ou],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~dyme graydon [ou],
- ~x~feanor [ou],
- ~x~minako aino [ou],
- ~x~samata mahto [ou],
- ~x~webmind [ou],
- ~x~wester mazaki [au]
Onward: Orange
A Stormy Night
The night of day six of Grasshopper begins to get blustery, and rain begins to fall shortly after the sun sets. Just after midnight they are facing a full-on storm. It’s quite interesting to watch, for those who need a break from investigating. Especially up on the top floor, where the glass roof gives a good view; all the instruments are set up to monitor weather patterns and are operating perfectly, a fascinating watch for those interested in such things.
It’s a little noisy, but not too bad for those that want to sleep; it’s just another distraction along with the perpetual light. Still it is, for the most part, a peaceful night.
Lights OUT
Peaceful, that is, until about an hour before dawn on day seven, their third day on-world. A large clap of thunder booms overhead, a massive flash of light brightens even the sky around the station… and something hits the facility so hard that it seems to rock. The lights go out.
Every single light and screen in the building go dark at once.
It’s only a few moments before the machines whir back to life. Monitors and equipment rebooting, a cascade of beeps and whirrs and start-up tones. The lights, however, do not come back on. Clearly emergency lighting has never been a concern for a people that can see in the dark.
It’s a concern now. From across the facility, everywhere there was an orb, there are now monsters. A lot of monsters. Grey, long limbed and ready to attack.
Luckily for the Voidtreckers, the monsters on the very bottom floor have found something more interesting than hunting them. Within moments, they smash through the grates along the floor, and begin clambering downwards.
Downwards seems to be through some kind of service shaft, though easily big enough to fit a person in. They skitter down into the darkness, if any of Orange try and follow they can. It will be a steep, treacherous descent; they may need to break out that climbing gear to descend safely.
Something Approaches
Back in the facility, the monsters that didn’t descend are instead attacking anyone they find with mindless savagery. A little while after the attack starts those near the top floor will hear a siren, ringing out into the darkness. It is not constant, rather it peaks and fades. Anyone who goes to investigate will find it comes from a black metal machine on the top floor, its screen showing a now constantly flashing, wavy green line and the words SIGNAL FOUND. As time passes, the green wave on-screen grows taller.
Luckily, they only have to last the remaining hour until dawn and when the sunlight shines through the glass of the facility the monsters shatter. In their place rise familiar orbs. Any monsters on the sub-levels remain active whilst the facility is in darkness.
The alarm subsides during the day. The machine’s wave remains the same size, pulsing only occasionally. Once night falls on the third day (Grasshopper 7), it shrills, and the wave continues to grow.
The night of day six of Grasshopper begins to get blustery, and rain begins to fall shortly after the sun sets. Just after midnight they are facing a full-on storm. It’s quite interesting to watch, for those who need a break from investigating. Especially up on the top floor, where the glass roof gives a good view; all the instruments are set up to monitor weather patterns and are operating perfectly, a fascinating watch for those interested in such things.
It’s a little noisy, but not too bad for those that want to sleep; it’s just another distraction along with the perpetual light. Still it is, for the most part, a peaceful night.
Lights OUT
Peaceful, that is, until about an hour before dawn on day seven, their third day on-world. A large clap of thunder booms overhead, a massive flash of light brightens even the sky around the station… and something hits the facility so hard that it seems to rock. The lights go out.
Every single light and screen in the building go dark at once.
It’s only a few moments before the machines whir back to life. Monitors and equipment rebooting, a cascade of beeps and whirrs and start-up tones. The lights, however, do not come back on. Clearly emergency lighting has never been a concern for a people that can see in the dark.
It’s a concern now. From across the facility, everywhere there was an orb, there are now monsters. A lot of monsters. Grey, long limbed and ready to attack.
Luckily for the Voidtreckers, the monsters on the very bottom floor have found something more interesting than hunting them. Within moments, they smash through the grates along the floor, and begin clambering downwards.
Downwards seems to be through some kind of service shaft, though easily big enough to fit a person in. They skitter down into the darkness, if any of Orange try and follow they can. It will be a steep, treacherous descent; they may need to break out that climbing gear to descend safely.
Something Approaches
Back in the facility, the monsters that didn’t descend are instead attacking anyone they find with mindless savagery. A little while after the attack starts those near the top floor will hear a siren, ringing out into the darkness. It is not constant, rather it peaks and fades. Anyone who goes to investigate will find it comes from a black metal machine on the top floor, its screen showing a now constantly flashing, wavy green line and the words SIGNAL FOUND. As time passes, the green wave on-screen grows taller.
Luckily, they only have to last the remaining hour until dawn and when the sunlight shines through the glass of the facility the monsters shatter. In their place rise familiar orbs. Any monsters on the sub-levels remain active whilst the facility is in darkness.
The alarm subsides during the day. The machine’s wave remains the same size, pulsing only occasionally. Once night falls on the third day (Grasshopper 7), it shrills, and the wave continues to grow.
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"Or target our exploration efforts there for the night. Or are you considering standing throughout one of the floors like statues?"
Not the best way to spend a length of time, though Webmind could think of far worse.
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"No, I do not. That would be really boring."
Webmind has a point. There's little sense in idly waiting when they could be actively searching.
"Not a bad idea. As long as we don't get too spread out and cut off from the rest of the team."
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Though that lent no light (heh) to the matter of how long those basement-floor descending shafts were...
"Have you discovered anything of interest in the meanwhile, Fëanor? Whether to our investigation or just in general," he adds, because while there were many interesting artifacts in this lab they couldn't all be relevant to what was going on.
Right?
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It's understandable that such a place would not be neatly labeled. A chance that anyone present at this place wouldn't be already familiar with what the people here were doing and need explanation was pretty low. Or rather it was until the weird spheres appeared and the place needed Voidtreckers' intervention. Still, he hates not knowing.
He's sure that given a little more time he'd be able to figure it out. Yet it is rather difficult to concentrate on studies when a horde of nigh-indestructible beasts really wants to eat you.
Should monsters crash this thread as well?
Though the effects of that were particularly annoying in this case, when lives had proven to be at stake.
Webmind could commiserate over hating not possessing knowledge, for sure.
they might ;)
"Though I would accept at least a couple of question marks as a label. So we would know they were as clueless as we are."
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The SCA could only translate for so much... though, speaking of the SCA, Webmind turns about and turns it on upon hearing a noise.
"We may need your light in a moment, Fëanor," he warns.
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Don't let him delve into linguistical speculations or nothing gets done...
Then he hears it too. Scratching of the claws on the metal surface. Barely audible.
"I believe we might," he agrees as his whole form starts getting gradually more translucent. All elves glow at least a little, Fëanor doesn't like that fact and usually tries to keep the nuisance to a minimum as long as he's aware of it. Right now, it's the first time he's rather content he too still has it.
He lets the first two monsters pass the door but this is as far as they get when the whole room is inundated with a gold and red light. As if the floor suddenly turned into a river of lava. It didn't. The true source of it a red flame in the shape of a person. It is both Fëanor and the blazing fire. The creatures disintegrate before they can even make a sound.
But those were only the first two.
Hmm - thread wrap, or timeskip?
And then comes the distraction. Webmind keeps his cool (ha!) when the 'lava' flow of light appears, directing his attention towards finishing off whichever monsters attempt to attack Fëanor from outside the elf's direct line of sight.
wrap sounds perfect
Even if he has superior eyesight and hearing of the elves he still has blindspots so it's good to have someone perceptive watch his back.