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SWIRLING CONSEQUENCES: ONGOING

QUICKSAND 11-13 ~ TEAM OBJECTIVES ~ LOCATION INFORMATION ~ OTHER DETAILS
COMMS ~ ASK QUESTIONS ~ SHENANIGANS ~ TEAM PLOTTING ~ MISSION TASKS/REWARDS

OVER THE YELLING HEIGHTS...

As they arrive at their destination, the Voidtreckers are quick to get to work into the various jobs that need them. The Blues have slowly but steadily been doing their best to fulfil all three of their tasks. They've worked to locate locals and to get them aid after being cut off, and have been searching for those from other worlds. A few helped with the dralite work, but took priority in helping people and leaving the dralites to others.

Orange have largely focused on collecting herbs, doing some work to help farmers relocate their animals, but only a few helped the dralite with their nests. At least there will be plenty of potions, teas, and craggy leaves to hand out, with the leaves sure to help the stressed out animals yet located.

For the Purples, they've been working well to clear the roads and ruined layouts of farms and villages to give better access around the Yelling Heights. A few have helped in escorting their fellow team members and the locals in getting around.

As for the Reds, they did what they do best: going on the offensive. They've been working to get rid of the voidblobs, but don't have much interest in setting up safe perimeters. A few voidtears, however, have been located, and hopefully that will help everyone push forward in the next few days of the mission.

Overall, the farmers are thankful for the help so far, and a good decent have been assisted. They will help Voidtreckers as they need it, and have tools on hand that can be borrowed. They will be willing to assist with the voidtears, if only able to push back any voidblobs, or to make sure Voidtreckers get back somewhere safe afterwards.

The storms have increased, changing the spotty but sunny days into more rain and wind. The choral singing can be heard more, even if one isn't near a voidtear, causing an increase in animals becoming stressed and spooked. Fortunately, transgates - quick travel gates - have been set up between the Weary Wanderer (near the forest and scrublands), one in the largest village on in the farmlands, and one can be accessed around the scrublands. These will help with some of the travel.

Animals are scattered around the scrublands and fields between farms, some unfortunately perished over the first few nights, but also some safely brought back to their appropriate farms. Adult dralites will be more hostile around people, spreading out father and bothering farmlands, screeching up a storm that stuns most people even from a distance. Their young can still be found, alive or not, and they will leave with either, though with wails for their deceased child. Even capturing them and leading them back into the forest will do some good.

↪ Prompt: There's a farm not too far from the Weary Wanderer that Albany asks for people to go to - some earmuffs can be taken along to help with the sound, along with earplugs. The reason becomes clear as soon as Voidtreckers approach it, where dralites can be circling around it. A woman greets whoever comes - "Thank ya for coming out here, I know you're working hard" - and leads them to the cause.

There's a ditch where trees have fallen, their farm bordering the forest. The cries of younger dralites can be heard, but the adults are squabbling amongst one another, and people who try to approach the fallen wreckage can thwapped at by the adults.

What will be the best course of action? To bruteforce the paralsying wails and peckings and to get at the trunks? Or to pacify these disagreeable winged things? Voidtreckers can also come here and find a displaced person or two taking shelter. (B2, B3)

While a good portion of the roads have been cleared and managed, there are areas away from the Weary Wanderer that need help, where the Ciyesia mountain suffered its damage and plenty of the farm animals and more secluded farmers have been cut off from help. The great chinchillas and the voidblobs are taking advantage of the ruined roads to kill and take animals (the chinchillas), or just to ruin them as they're found (the voidblobs).

↪ Prompt:"We're gonna need all the hands we can get. Can some of your folks come with us 'round Ciyesia? We're having trouble to getting to some of ours in a tricky part, and the animals that way - oh, they're nasty."

There's a trail - or most of a trail - that goes around the side of the Ciyesia mountain, leading over to a smaller collection of hills. While good work has been done on clearing up, around this area there's still a fine slide of rubble that's scattered over the walking paths. Those with sturdy arms are necessary to clear the wreckage, but also to deal with the voidblobs, great chinchillas, and even the dralites in this area, with the latter preferred to be pushed back to the forest. The farmers coming with the Voidtreckers will help to round the animals, but they'll need help dealing with the trouble along the way.

Doing this will help them gain access to a few farms, grateful to find visitors, though their families will be around, trying to deal with trouble. Find them on the road, with animals or in a troubling situation with a voidblob, and do what you can to help. (P1, B1, R1/R3, O2)

While Voidtreckers have worked hard to get rid of them, larger voidblobs have been spotted, and are becoming a bigger issue across the community. Further perimeters will need to be set up to keep them away from the farmlands scattered around, using good coordination to cover as much ground as possible. The voidtears as a result are easier to find, as blobs can be easier to spot if people are on watch, but are tougher than the result blobs: as tall and wide as a newsagent storefront, they will take more than one or two people to deal with them. Their speed can be unpredictable, and they're sturdier than the smaller variants, having a more gelatinous ability to move - even to rise high or to spread out.

It is advised stronger Voidtreckers deal with these - coming in with little experience or just a blade will be dangerous.

↪ Prompt: "We're seein' some of those big boys out around the fields. I'm telling ya, they're fast bastards. Think you can help us get rid of 'em? Anything you need, we've got your backs."

The locals of these lands are doing their best to help the Voidtreckers, as well as each other. Getting word out to the farther communities is hard, but they have set up a system - flags. Flags made out of any bedsheet that can be found, then put up on wooden logs. They're a call for help, being used especially if they spot voidblobs. It's a desperate attempt at communication, but the voidblobs are troublesome - and more so their larger variant. No fence or barricade works to keep them back, and the best the farmers can do is hope they won't come towards their homes when they roll into their lands. It's also worse if there happens to be a voidtear nearby...(R1, R3)

Finding displaced people will be all the more important, though some have been put forward to aid. Glowing marks around the Yelling Height's forest have been put on the tree trunks to help guide people out of the forest easier from different spots, and another Voidtrecker has been encouraged to create crystal trackers, that can be picked up. These crystals will glow the closer they approach a non-native, nor non-Voidtrecker sentient being - which means both displaced people, and the voidblobs.

Sending people home will require the same anchoring technique used during Jinnjar, Diagad, and similar to the recent events. It only takes one Voidtrecker to return someone to their world, hand in hand they will cross a metaphysical void river, seeing flashes of the visitor's world and life. And Voidtreckers will be just as exhausted as they were getting their own returned to the train... Probably best to share this burden out between as many who are willing.

↪ Prompt: Some displaced people have found their way out of the woods, found around the escorts for those keeping check, or even making their way to Albany's inn or a nearby farm. The locals themselves can't help send them home, but they're used to helping outsiders, warming them up and getting them fed. Some will accept help easily, but others are less keen on approaching unknown houses. (B2)

To approach a voidtear will be a challenge, but as they're found, planning a route straight to them that minimises time will help. Closing a voidtear will require more than one person, a small group even - with each getting under a voidtear and then pressing their anchor button. They will need to focus on keeping themselves grounded and to resist the pull of the void, as they offer their own energy in stitching up the tear. For smaller tears two people should be able to close it but more voidtreckers will be necessary for the larger ones. Colours and music entice them, to just give up, let themselves float into the void... They will need to support each other to keep steady.

OOC NOTES

OOC Post ~ Questions ~ Shenanigans ~ Tasks Check-In & Mission Rewards
Notes: A conclusion post will go up on the 26th. Feel free to put toplevels put up at the end of the start log here! Or to re-use portions and to put up fresh posts here. Or to just link them here, have a blast.

Here is a TL;DR of the above tasks: Dralites are everywhere, more aggressive and hostile; farm animals are more scattered and harder to reach, being attacked by chinchillas and voidblobs around scrublands; displaced people need to be found and sent home, and voidblobs now have a larger variant; the voidtears are becoming easier to find, but the effects of the storms are worsening, closing them will be a priority.

Please have your tasks submitted by the 25th to help determine the conclusion of the mission! We will start to count mission rewards around this time too.

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FENCE MENDING

RED: It's becoming increasingly obvious the farmsteads need defenses, the more beat up or fallen animals he comes across. Unfortunately he's just one guy, so he spends a good solid couple of hours finding stocky souls around the villages to come help set up perimeters. Yes, there are VoidTreckers that can help. It's also true that they don't know everything about this land, who owns what, and numbers always help more. He puts a call out for crew and starts a more organized effort to build perimeters around those farmsteads.

He's pretty sure the ones that could do it the most quickly have their hands full of trans-dimensional jelly monsters right now.

The storms are going to get bad, and the aggressive animals are worse. He's in a foul mood as he ties off some temporary fencing with rope, his ears still ringing from the last time one of the dralites did its level best to rattle his brain clean out of his skull. He's pretty sure he felt that right through the wires of his fin. But now that they've been run off (for the time being) the civilians can come out of hiding and they can do a quick job of this fencing. Maybe if he's super lucky he can shout out to someone that can magic up or superpower some materials.

At least maybe more people to murder the giant rats (chinchillas) or run off the Dralites would help.

CHINCHILLA HUNTING AND DRALITE WRANGLING

ORANGE and PURPLE: Once fencing in a few places has been set underway he sets out to clear the territory of aggressors. The hardest part is probably finding some of those chicks. The furry and slimy bastards really did a number on them. And he guesses there's just the one way to get rid of them that's not outright killing them (which seems to be the frowned upon option so he's doing his level best to not do it).

They can't effectively manage the other tasks with the these big aggression issues going on, so here Yondu is trying to find and rescue some of these damn chicks, or what's left of them, which he should have figured wouldn't be as easy as he suspected because babies are made to be hidden.

He's lucky that he has a weapon that he doesn't need hands for, but that doesn't make it easy when he's finally got his arms full of cantankerous birdchild and a fluffdemon comes along to be a very hungry inconvenience. "Ah, come on. The hell you gotta make my life hard for?" And the frightened chick? Already squalling bloody murder.

WILDCARD

[Hit me with whatever, I'm good with action and prose.]

Edited 2022-03-21 19:03 (UTC)

It really felt there wasn't an end to this all. For every voidtear they closed two more popped up. For every voidblob they killed four more appeared. Honestly, it makes Vegeta just want to burn the entire place away, but, well, considering he already brought down a chunk of the mountain... he's not going to follow through with those thoughts. He's done enough damage as it is. And while he's been using his new form earlier to deal with both tears and blobs, for now he's restraining himself back to his normal form, or Super Saiyan as it is needed. No point in wasting energy if he doesn't have to.

He's happy to help out Yondu as part payment for the help the other man had given him on the first night, helping to move heavier items others cannot and of course killing or driving off anything that gets in their way.

Right now he's taking his own mini break as he keeps an eye out, chewing on something that may had one point been one of those chinchillas that had been attacking them at one point... but at least it's cooked and looks like food. He's learned many really don't like the idea of just eating anything that was one living if it doesn't look like food... whatever that means. It's dead, it's food, that's good enough for Vegeta, as he is aware to not go through too much of the VoidTreckers supplies. That first night really drove his hunger into overdrive...

He'll help out again once he's done, but for now he's floating 'seated' cross-legged high enough to keep an eye on everything, but within speaking range of Yondu as well, since he enjoys the company.

He's glad to see that he's doing alright. But he doesn't bring it up. Yondu knows that Vegeta wouldn't have wanted people to see him out of control. So he didn't do that to him. He would have hated it if the situation got more out of hand, but they'd done what they could. Yondu was glad that he lasted just long enough for back-up to arrive, in any case.

And now here he is, doing his level best to pretend none of it happened despite every bone in his body still hurting even after being patched up. Or maybe that's cause he's just goddamn old now. He's lucky like that.

"We need some more debris to make spike traps to ward off the pissy goats. But they ain't gonna do nothin' against the temperamental goo. ...Goddamn, I guess this is what happens when we go free-range, huh? Get turned all around." And no one giving much of a shout out about what they're doing.

"You got a good view up there. Any weak spots we're gonna need moren' a fence for?" Meaning they look like they're gonna be more prone to attack.

...yeah, Vegeta was going to have to find a way to pay back Yondu more for what he had done and the hit he had taken. It wasn't something to talk about now... but when it was needed.

"A ditch of some sort may limit their movement long enough for them to be dispatched." Short of the locals having enough firepower around to take out the blobs before they became a danger. Though hopefully they here would solve the issue of those voidtears and it wouldn't be trouble in the future. "It's rudimentary but it may offer something for them to... fall into." Would that be a danger to the people too though, or their live stock? It may just be a whole waste of time to put effort into.

Looking around from his position, Vegeta took a moment to consider the options. "Depending on the jumping capability, that are over there towards the higher ground may give anything trying to get in a jumping point to get over it." He pointing out a location a bit further away from where Yondu was currently working, but not so far as it's completely across the full property.

"I might get your help to dig somethin' out. A ditch an' linin' it with these traps for the blobs to get hung up on'd really do us some favors."

Unfortunately the locals barely had any firepower. The joys of being an agrarian culture that mostly had goat issues, six legged ungulates, and whatever the fuck happened to the chinchillas.

Speaking of which, one of the larger ones comes speeding across a field towards them.

"You wanna get that one or me?" he calls up to Vegeta with all the casualness of a man asking which one of them should get the door, because really Vegeta could just like, probably spit hard enough to kill that thing.

"I can blast a line clear around the entire area." Vegeta considers out loud, turning the idea over in his head about how that would go. "It would be better for me to start that before you get too serious with the rest of the fencing, so not to accidentally damage that. Though I would aim to have the force face outwards to limit damage." As well as making sure not to cut too deep into the ground.

Glancing over towards what Yondu was talking about, Vegeta calmly keeps his eyes on it as he spoke. "Can you're arrow even take them out?" It's both a serious question considering how these blobs are made up... and maybe a little bit of a taunt to see Yondu in action. He certainly had felt the effects of that arrow not too long ago... but Vegeta was a very different make up compared to these... bags of meat bouncing around.

"That's fine, I reckon. A good startin' line of dirt'll help us out an' we can work out what side to square off from there. Presumably even if they don't trap it somehow, it'll be difficult for those round things to navigate." The void blobs existing is still messing with him. He's not all that clear on how they are what they are. But he supposes that's not his job. Might ask Anan about them later, though.

But now it's the chinchillas they have to worry about, and Vegeta taunts him. Yondu ffts a little, leaning back against the fence and picking a solid stem of wild grass to pick his teeth with.

"You're just hungry," he jokingly accuses. "Your stomach done forgot what size it's supposed to be an' you already had a hell of an appetite." He flicks away his improvised toothpick, pulls open his coat, whistles, and his arrow zips out to hover in the air. Before he sends it flying though, the fin on top of his head is lighting up.

There's a brief 'heh' of a breath of a laugh out from Vegeta at that, not denying that he has been needing to fill his stomach more on this mission than others. Between that sudden Oozaru transformation, trialing out his new form, and closing these voidtears, he's been going through a lot of energy, and a lot of calories. "It's a good thing we'll have a station stop soon. Or however the train restocks itself." Vegeta's never seen how it replenishes itself, it just does.

For now however he's happy to watch Yondu deal with the animal. True, as Red Team he should do it, but everyone needs a chance to stretch out their skills and use them now and then. Not that any of this was much of a challenge. Though... maybe after what happened that first night a slower stop was better...

No it wasn't. He wants to test out his new form, damnit! Vegeta needs something to fight that's a challenge!

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There was a certain irony that, between hunting and patrol duty, going on patrols was the more dreaded of the two-boring, unpredictable, and with the full possibility of ending in a trap.

That was why, when she saw Yondu mending a fence, even if they weren't really on the same team, she immediately stepped up for assistance.

"Need some assistance?" This is said more drawn out then she probably meant; being on high alert for days at a time tended to do that.

"Always." He makes sort of a disgruntled 'ugh' ish sort of sound, raspy and grunting, because fortifying positions out of storm scrap was never his idea of the best time? But it'll make a stable solution for keeping the blobs away until they can be picked off.

"Your daughter did you proud by the way, figured she probably does that a lot but you should hear it." Out there dealing with Vegeta, that is. Yondu had really didn't want to see another friend die (even if they come back) and she really helped negate that and her and Trunks kept him from doing something he'd regret.

Even as he's saying that, he finishes the part he's working on and adds a, "Gonna need some help riggin' up more spike traps."

"She does," She affords him a slight grin. "But I don't get tired of hearing it either." Nor would she say it was unearned either; for all they accused her of being a hard ass against Cassie when she first enlisted, they couldn't call her guilt of nepotism either.

"Just spikes or are we including cow trops as well?" In either event, the spikes, she imagined, would actually fare well against the void blobs-certainly they'd work against the other animals rampaging in the area.

"You know, that's not a bad call. Especially with the big horn goats. At the very least they'd slow up so they cain't ram their way into somethin'. Just need to find someone that can act like a massive shovel."

And that's not even a joke. There should be people that could easily dig out some impressive pits.

"They'd work real well at the entrances to these places once we got 'em all fenced off."

Yondu would understand it, the need to be a hardass against your own kid when you knew their life would be on the line. Peter was never his biologically, but practically from the moment he took him from his home, he was his and he couldn't let the worst happen to him. And as he recently found out, a version of him in a different universe did the same with T'challa.

"Cassie was there for her man when he needed her, by the way. Did ever'body a real solid."

She began working on the fence with him. Spending days (sometimes weeks) at a time on Jax's farm, she was well acquainted with keeping animals within bounds, even though the farm itself was more about crops than livestock, they still kept a few horses and chickens.

"Course she was," They were on the same squad after all, but more besides, that was just the person she was. "Though now I'm curious as to what sort of trouble Trunks got himself in."

"Trunks level trouble." That's about as much as he specifies. "Not no one's fault. I'm sure you'll hear about it." That's what parents are for, ratting out kids so they have to explain themselves. Especially to other parents.

He notes, though, she seems to know what she's doing.

"I didn't spend much time on my homeworld. I know there was farms and homesteads an' a bunch of us were hunters but I didn't learn much about it from the whole domestic standpoint. I keep goin' military with all this construction."

Maybe not lacking in usefulness in this situation, but it's more tactically geared than agrarian.

*OOC: I mentioned the cow traps when I when I rambled fence stuff under shenanigans! Good call.

"That bad 'eh," Given what she knew of the guy (she had to refrain herself from thinking of him as a kid), that had to be some level of shit.

"My grand parents had a farm where I spent most of my summers," More so when her father went missing. "And my friend Jax and his family have lived on a farm since our kids were babies, so I've plenty of experience."

Granted, it was more in agriculture and less with animal husbandry, but she knew enough of the basics.

Allen was usually one to fight of things to protect people when needed, but this was one of those times where just good fencing will do the trick and the need to fight was less.

So Allen was helping out by moving around the materials that were needed. At least with his innocence activated he could lift a little more than he could without it. As he put down what he had currently.

"Do you think this will be enough or do I need to get more?"

"That's enough for now. I project us needin' a precise buttload more of those spike traps. Luckily gives us a good excuse to deal with some of this mess what the storms been makin'."

And he supposes what debris Vegeta's monkey shine made.

"Spike traps are about the best I can think to slow up them voidblobs."

It's a quiet moment in the weary wanderer, pretty unusual when there are an extra hundred guests. But it seemed many were out and busy and so Albany was just putting the main room to rights, sweeping brush in hand as she moved stools and chairs around.

"Maia!" She called out to the back. "Please remember to fetch more water, take your brother."

There was an answering, grumbly, call and Albany sighed, looking up at the voidtrecker who had arrived in the room.

"Kids eh?"

Yondu wanders in with some purpose in his step, waiting as she moves around some chairs. But the sentiment as she shouts orders at the kid soften him a bit.

"Yeah, well, they always turn out best when they got a little bit of troublemaker in 'em somewheres." He reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a metal cigar case he'd gotten at a stop, tapping it against his hand.

"So I wanted to talk to ya about somethin'. I got some people willin' to help set up some fences for ya. Electric ones- not strong enough to kill nobody-" usually, anyway "-just they ain't all that good for touchin'. Good for wardin' off pissed-off animals. But it means settin' y'all up with a power system that ain't gonna shut down easy on ya. So.. I ain't got a clue who I go to about that."

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"Well in that case Maia is going to grow up to be the best of us." Because she was at least ninety percent troublemaker.

Her attention went to him when he said he wished to talk about something, her head tilted to the side.

"Do they hurt the animals?" Was her first question as she looked at him steadily.

He will whole-heartedly advocate turdly children having the full potential to grow up to be good rebels and strong thinkers, but they also make for exhausted and frustrated parents.

"Nah, not really. No more than gettin' your hand smacked." Saying, Oh I've been shocked with tasers and shock-prods before and it's way less than that is not the most helpful description, he realizes, so he doesn't.

"Mostly somethin' touches it, it shocks 'em a li'l bit, and after once or twice they go 'nah I don't like that,' and stop makin' motions to get by it."

"I understand." He had her full attention now. "And this power source you speak of. It is like a battery?"

She understood batteries. She had figured out some of the weird technology that had fallen through into the world over the years.

Yondu opens the cigar case he's holding and lets a glowing yellow stick slide out into his hand. It's not much bigger than two AA sized alkalines jammed together.

"This was made by a real fancy pants race from my neck of the multiverse. Upon consideration, I think I like a bunch of farmers and hard workers usin' it to protect their world would be better than whatever fluffed up city they was gonna use it for. It can handle it."

He likes it better than what he was going to use it for, too. He was gonna try and rig up the first ship that he ran into that he could finagle, if he ever managed to get free. But people come and go so quick that it's best he do better thing with it, so it doesn't just collect useless dust in the luggage car 'cause he was waiting for shit what might not ever happen.

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T'Challa hadn't been quite as fortunate regarding weaponry, having to make do with a staff he'd fashioned from some of the materials he'd...borrowed from the farms while helping out. It worked well enough in any case to drive the goats and chinchillas away from the lands and back into the forest.

He had just sent another one away when he'd picked up what sounded like screaming, and following the noise led him to Yondu facing down one of the giant chinchillas.

And his handmade staff isn't quite a spear, but it works well enough as he sends it hurling towards the beast, trying to get its attention.

Yondu's about to shield the over-sized chick as the Chinchilla is thinking very sternly about trying to test out the taste of leather britches, but then there goes the spear flying by. Yondu jolts, standing straighter and looking over at T'Challa, hand resting at the back of the bird's head out of a habit to calm distressed kids (even if it isn't really smart enough to be one).

The Chinchilla does veer course, and Yondu does his level best to put the chick down so he can help fight it. Even just using his arrow would be helpful right now, but the animal has its little legs clinging to his coat and he can't get at his holster and this, on his part, is just a shitshow.

"Punt that furry bastard an' make the idea stick! I think it's been on my ass through half that forest."

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