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middleofsomewhere2022-09-19 12:44 pm
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Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour: Blue and Orange Start
Those who are choosing to do the tasks assigned to Orange and Blue team travel on the Voidtrecker Express. They are accompanied by a group of ministry scientists to keep an eye on things, as well as to act static anchors for those trying to reach through time.
"Shortly arriving in system #1015. Leaving the void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
The train shudders and jerks as it leaves the void, the colours fading to black emptiness. Looking out the windows there is no light, no stars. This isn't space - it is nothing: a void, but not the Void.
Even inside the voidcraft there is a feeling of wrongness. This place is unnerving, almost terrifying; a place that shouldn't be. It might be familiar to some, a space that some voidtreckers reached whilst attempting to go home many months ago. It is here that Orange team must work whilst Blue team attempt to move back in time.
OUR FINAL HOUR: BLUE AND ORANGE
BLUE SIDE
ANCHORING. The experimental technology comes in the form of an armband which sits just above their SCA. They are encouraged to find somewhere on the train to be comfortable with the scientist or fellow voidtrecker, who are acting as their static anchor.
They may be there a while; no one knows how long this will take. Once they activate the anchoring on their SCA, it is a case of reaching out away from themselves.
It is different from the last two times they've anchored, for those that did. Pushing their selves through into the void river is harder than it was off the platform, and indeed from Chaos' world. For a while it feels as if they are floating through mist, to break through into the colours above.
Once they are in it, it is more an ocean than the river they experienced before. The void is all around, and it is easy to be disorientated. They don't have the advantage of connection this time. These aren't their friends they are reaching, nor are they trying to reutrn people to their worlds. This time, the only connection is to the Voidtrecker Express itself.
But for those that focus enough they will feel the tug, see the tethers that stretch between here and there to the Voidtrecker Express and beyond, and they will be able to begin following. They are together in this mindspace, so they can help each other get to where they need to be.
DEPTHS OF FUTURE PAST. The ocean of void is deep and vast. Images dance past them, figures they know, figures they don't but who are familiar to others. But there are some things not familiar to anyone: cities and towns, bustling scenes from a world they have never seen. People cheering as others in colourful hoodies board a train. People in prayer, people suiting up in space suits, desperate fights against robots.
Faces they might have seen in video snippets or train memories join faces from their own lives and voidtreckers long departed, not returned at the last platform. Join us they call. Just let go. Come with us.
Gentle voices, pleading, inviting. Aren't those the people they are searching for? And it would be easier to just let go, join them in the swirling chaos. Here. Come here.
They must hold tight, steadfast towards their goal -- and people may need to help to see and believe that those aren't the same people they've lost to the void.
THROUGH THE RIPPLES. Strangely enough, in the swirling chaos, those from blue team may sometimes see those from orange. Appearing almost like mirages. Getting close to them makes them clearer, if only for a few moments.
They are working, setting charges, but sometimes their eyes seem to meet them. It is as if they are on the other side of thick glass. Communication might be possible, but muffled, confused. Sometimes they feel nudged in a direction, orange team pointing or getting it through to them which way to go. They are always correct. Contact doesn't last long, before they are wiped away by the swirling colours.
They may be there a while; no one knows how long this will take. Once they activate the anchoring on their SCA, it is a case of reaching out away from themselves.
It is different from the last two times they've anchored, for those that did. Pushing their selves through into the void river is harder than it was off the platform, and indeed from Chaos' world. For a while it feels as if they are floating through mist, to break through into the colours above.
Once they are in it, it is more an ocean than the river they experienced before. The void is all around, and it is easy to be disorientated. They don't have the advantage of connection this time. These aren't their friends they are reaching, nor are they trying to reutrn people to their worlds. This time, the only connection is to the Voidtrecker Express itself.
But for those that focus enough they will feel the tug, see the tethers that stretch between here and there to the Voidtrecker Express and beyond, and they will be able to begin following. They are together in this mindspace, so they can help each other get to where they need to be.
DEPTHS OF FUTURE PAST. The ocean of void is deep and vast. Images dance past them, figures they know, figures they don't but who are familiar to others. But there are some things not familiar to anyone: cities and towns, bustling scenes from a world they have never seen. People cheering as others in colourful hoodies board a train. People in prayer, people suiting up in space suits, desperate fights against robots.
Faces they might have seen in video snippets or train memories join faces from their own lives and voidtreckers long departed, not returned at the last platform. Join us they call. Just let go. Come with us.
Gentle voices, pleading, inviting. Aren't those the people they are searching for? And it would be easier to just let go, join them in the swirling chaos. Here. Come here.
They must hold tight, steadfast towards their goal -- and people may need to help to see and believe that those aren't the same people they've lost to the void.
THROUGH THE RIPPLES. Strangely enough, in the swirling chaos, those from blue team may sometimes see those from orange. Appearing almost like mirages. Getting close to them makes them clearer, if only for a few moments.
They are working, setting charges, but sometimes their eyes seem to meet them. It is as if they are on the other side of thick glass. Communication might be possible, but muffled, confused. Sometimes they feel nudged in a direction, orange team pointing or getting it through to them which way to go. They are always correct. Contact doesn't last long, before they are wiped away by the swirling colours.
ORANGE SIDE
SETTING UP. Orange team are given space suits to leave the Voidtrecker Express. There is no gravity here, no light except those on their space suits and the headlights of the train.
It is more than empty space. It feels strange, wrong and terrifying to be in. Once everyone has exited into the darkness, the train projects an image through its headlights. Overlaid in the darkness are two planets, three moons, and light from a distant sun lighting up those planets. Not real but landmarks, a map to help set the charges.
The charges are disks, about the size of dinner plates with a transparent centre. They are activated by pressing the centre and will remain in place even in the nothingness around them. They must be placed around the system and then connected. This connection is partially technological and partially mental- spinning threads across charges make an invisible web in the void.
TWISTING TIME. If only it were so easy. It doesn't take them long to learn that in this space, time does not work in the way they would wish it to. At first subtle, a few moments to one voidtrecker is a few hours to another, making coordinating work difficult.
But sometimes a voidtrecker will do a task, to find themselves repeating that task, then repeating that task, then repeating that task -- stuck in a loop until someone pulls them out of it. Other times work is undone as time unravels itself.
Sometimes the voidtreckers themselves are taken backwards in time. It might be mental, not knowing what has happened, memory slipping back a week, or a month, or years. Other times it is physical - they are now younger, a child again, a teenager or perhaps older; becoming adult, becoming ancient.
With all these distractions, setting up the connection with red team is not going to be easy. But it is fundamental to the plan and so they must focus their minds, reaching across the distance. To reach their friends and be ready for the surge of energy.
ONE LAST PULL. In the darkness figures sometimes appear, out of nowhere, sometimes seeing them and sometimes not. Blue team, appearing and vanishing again in the darkness as they fight their way backwards in time.
It is as if they are on the other side of thick glass. Communication might be possible, but muffled and confused. But those in the darkness feel the urge to direct them, they feel a tug in a direction and the need to tell the wanderers which way to go.
It might be a gesture, or a yell, a nudge to the right place through the chaos. The contact never lasts long before they fade into the darkness.
It is more than empty space. It feels strange, wrong and terrifying to be in. Once everyone has exited into the darkness, the train projects an image through its headlights. Overlaid in the darkness are two planets, three moons, and light from a distant sun lighting up those planets. Not real but landmarks, a map to help set the charges.
The charges are disks, about the size of dinner plates with a transparent centre. They are activated by pressing the centre and will remain in place even in the nothingness around them. They must be placed around the system and then connected. This connection is partially technological and partially mental- spinning threads across charges make an invisible web in the void.
TWISTING TIME. If only it were so easy. It doesn't take them long to learn that in this space, time does not work in the way they would wish it to. At first subtle, a few moments to one voidtrecker is a few hours to another, making coordinating work difficult.
But sometimes a voidtrecker will do a task, to find themselves repeating that task, then repeating that task, then repeating that task -- stuck in a loop until someone pulls them out of it. Other times work is undone as time unravels itself.
Sometimes the voidtreckers themselves are taken backwards in time. It might be mental, not knowing what has happened, memory slipping back a week, or a month, or years. Other times it is physical - they are now younger, a child again, a teenager or perhaps older; becoming adult, becoming ancient.
With all these distractions, setting up the connection with red team is not going to be easy. But it is fundamental to the plan and so they must focus their minds, reaching across the distance. To reach their friends and be ready for the surge of energy.
ONE LAST PULL. In the darkness figures sometimes appear, out of nowhere, sometimes seeing them and sometimes not. Blue team, appearing and vanishing again in the darkness as they fight their way backwards in time.
It is as if they are on the other side of thick glass. Communication might be possible, but muffled and confused. But those in the darkness feel the urge to direct them, they feel a tug in a direction and the need to tell the wanderers which way to go.
It might be a gesture, or a yell, a nudge to the right place through the chaos. The contact never lasts long before they fade into the darkness.
OOC NOTES
seto kaiba | orange | ota
Kaiba would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. He's expressing his anxiety the one way he knows how: pacing holes in the floor as he reviews notes and prepares for the work to begin. All the teams have to work together to make this last chance possible.
But there are many people he cares about traveling back in time on the blue mission, and as he sees them preparing to anchor, he occasionally stops to be with them for a moment.
"No pressure, right?" There's a laugh, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
space: the final frontier
Then it's time to set the charges. It's...bizarre, floating out in the nothingness of space, with just a glimmer of a guide in the darkness. He holds tight to one of the charges in his hand, floating toward what he believes is a spot, but...
Wait, what's he doing again? Why is he here? If anyone's floating nearby, he might need a nudge. Fortunately he remembers how to use the SCA, and uses it to ask:
"What's going on?"
Hopefully someone remembers.
child's play
In between charge-setting, Kaiba returns to to the train to track their overall progress on the mission. He's realized by now the extent of the time-warping problem, so he's writing out detailed notes and instructions every spare moment, with 'READ THIS FIRST' written in bold letters on top. He's able to puzzle out that he's missing memories, but in one memorable instance:
Suddenly there's a nine year old Seto swimming in clothes that are too big for him, reaching for the papers with smaller hands. He recognizes a rushed, neater version of his own handwriting, and in a much higher-pitched voice, he asks:
"This says we need to cover the northeast sector. How's that progress?"
last pull (open to orange and blue)
He eventually recovers and makes it out to set charges once more. And in the darkness, he sees a familiar shape...and he instinctively knows they're going the wrong way. They shouldn't be here! They should be further back! He waves his arms to try to get their attention, activating the SCA out of habit despite being fully aware it won't work across time.
Not this way! Keep going, we're counting on you!
Anyone on the orange channels might hear this and wonder what's going on, but over on blue...? Hopefully they'll be all right.
child's play
All the big words and that squeaky nasal voice and wombling headwear make for something especially funny looking.
She's also notably shorter when she's already very short.
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"My notes say this is supposed to...form a complete loop to push energy through? But we need someone to get out there and set charges. I don't think there are spacesuits in our sizes."
How inconvenient. The world is not sized for them.
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"Maybe I could use my hair for the legs? But then the arms of the suit would be really short."
She had the vague idea, briefly, that two of them could fit in a suit. But the legs would still be too long for bottom person. It's a dilemma.
[OOC: sorry for taking so long. I couldn't find good pictures of Entrapta's wee bitty form and I had more shit break and I was too frustrated to tag for a bit.]
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"Maybe we could tie to shorten it...but I worry about compromising the structural integrity. Do you think we could get an adult's attention?"
He drags one of the suits over and starts poking at it. Desperately wishes he was taller.
"And I don't think this is going to shrink in the wash."
Child's Play
It's going fine so far, despite the time nonsense. How're you holding up? [At least Masumi's kept her mental state intact for now, but she's still physically seven years old and it's not exactly helping anything right now.]
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[ He huffs impatiently, then points at her charge. ]
We've gotta get that outside?
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[Masumi herself has had a few moments where she lost track of what she was doing or where she was, so she gets it.
At least Kaiba's aware of what needs to be done and has notes, so she doesn't have to explain too much.]
Yup. We have to get it out there, but that'll be tricky with how small we are right now.
[Masumi gestures at the exit, roughly towards where the charge should go, glancing towards the exit as if she wants to do it herself. Of course, her current size makes that impossible, but she's still desperate to do something, especially since she's not sure how long she'll be this size.]
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There has to be someone who's still big enough to fit. Whether they'll take us seriously is another issue. Adults...don't tend to listen to kids.
no subject
[Look, she gets it. She's seen how people treat children. But right now? In the middle of a mission, in a situation where people can randomly deage? Masumi and Kaiba's fellow voidtreckers shouldn't have much reason to not listen to them.]
Come on, let's go find someone.
Begining
"No pressure at all, Seto."
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"I'm counting on the three of you to look out for each other. I'll do my best from here, but..."
He exhales. Looks at Yugi and smiles. "I believe in you."
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With a smile he looked at least confident.
"You will do great, you always have and I'm sure we will do what we need to."