Team Door, ASSEMBLE

[solarcharged]

» WHO? Team Door… that’s EVERYONE because you’re all automatically drafted now, congratulations
» WHEN? Forward dated to 15th June
» WHERE? The door with the porthole on Deck 2
» WHAT? Eight hours’ worth of beating up a door
» WARNINGS? None

Team Door have identified a likely-looking door to attack! This door, located on Deck 2, has a porthole through which some blinking lights can be seen. It’s the most likely-looking door to go for, so this is how things will unfold:

1. Feel free to handwave that Apollo, Kaldur or Amos (or anyone else involved) has been in touch with your character to let them know that door shenanigans are about to go down
2. With Amos’s space engineering expertise they manage to depressurise an area around the door, effectively creating a small airlock within a section of the corridor
3. The general plan is to overwhelm the door, so that whoever is tackling it first uses whatever force they can to try to open it until they have to tap out from exhaustion, and then they get swapped out for the next person and so on and so forth
4. It will then take characters some 8 hours of flinging themselves/their powers at the door. The exhaustion and weakness that comes with attempting to damage the station will increasingly hamper their progress
5. There will be no visible progress in the first three hours but eventually cracks will start to appear and on the eighth hour the door will give
6. Once the door gives way, the mods will let us know what magical things will be found on the other side... (edit: looks like this will be announced OOCly by the mods before the 15th)

Things of note:

• Edit: explanation of the three sections that make up the corridor-airlock-door sequence of areas (with a handy image too):
  1. First section is the normal corridors, where people are resting up when they're getting the woozy feelings/getting their orange slices/getting into the suits. This is a normal station environment
  2. Then there is a second section - the ante room/airlock area where the pressure keeps on cycling to let people in and out so when you get in from the station corridor the pressure is the same
  3. And then the depressurized area with the door
• Characters can find 15 suits in or near assorted air locks in those areas of the station as is accessible to them at this time
• Characters can go in to the depressurised airlock in teams or in pairs, whatever works best for them
• The longer they keep attacking the door, the more quickly they grow exhausted and unable to access their powers/strength
• Exhaustion + space suits = not a great time for anyone involved
• Use this post to play out as much/as little as you need

Comments

kaldur'ahm | young justice

[aequoreal]

ONE » BOY WALKS INTO A BAR AND ORDERS SOME WATER

( kaldur cannot take credit for the idea, nor was he the driving force behind this endeavour, but he contributed to the organisation. now, he's hoping to contribute more. if this is a way to finding out more about the station, he is glad to contribute. he only hopes that it will help in making this station a safer place for all its inhabitants, that it will offer them some hint as to the way home.

he shows up to the airlock prepared. admittedly: carrying two glasses of water may not seem like much preparation, but there's a lot he can do with water and in the absence of his water-bearers, this will have to do. and so he keeps the glasses with him, even after he's strapped into one of the vac suits and entering the airlock, one glass of water in each hand.

when it's his turn to attack the door, the tattoos on his arms and back light up. the tattoos aren't visible beneath the vac suit, but the light they give up streams from his helmet until he is glowing —and the water from the glasses rises up, forming a large hammer that moves toward the door and starts smashing away at it. )

TWO » CHANGING OF THE GUARD

( kaldur attacks the door repeatedly —and repeatedly, the effects of causing damage to the station bring him to the point of exhaustion. the first few times, he stops himself before it becomes too much, when dizziness starts to be an issue but before he faints. he stumbles back to the airlock, back to the pressurised area so that someone else can take his vac suit and continue. rotation. while recuperating, he will lean against a wall or, after the first time, sit on the ground, shoulders slumped and breathing hard.

he's fine. or he will be. he just needs a minute.

there comes a time when he doesn't stop soon enough. when dizziness comes faster than expected, faster than before. when the water he's been using splashes uselessly on the ground as he loses his grip on his powers. and then kaldur falls to the floor, too, legs no longer able to carry him, barely clinging to consciousness. )

( ooc; hit kaldur up for anything and at any point before, during or after these prompts!! if you wanna hash things out oocly, come at me @ abiosis, i'm here for everything from kaldur fainting in your character's arms dramatically to kaldur catching your character to someone comforting him in the pressurised area, telling him to go easy, telling him to stop lazing, whatever. )

2

[oorah]

[ frank isn't attacking any more doors, but he can run support on the ground for anyone who needs him. he still hasn't fully sussed out his role on the station yet, but this kid seems as good a place to start as any. ]

Need anything? [ a casual ask, especially when coupled with him nudging a magboot against kaldur's leg. it's under the guise of being silly, but really he's just trying to ensure he doesn't lose consciousness. ]

ONE

[lightduties]

[Rhea'li is there, of course; he said he would help, did he not? And since their conversation on the network, he's had the good fortune to be able obtain paper and pen, thanks to Alucard. Still, when Kaldur shows up with two glasses of water, Rhea'li can't help but tilt his head. Is this preparation for the exertion? Hydration for later?

So there's a short-ish man approaching Kaldur, one of the vac suits in hand but not yet put on. Rhea'li would look rather unassuming, if it weren't for the cat-like ears -- a loop of brass piercing each one -- and long fluffy tail. He's still dressed in the standard jumpsuit, albeit with one modification to allow for his tail. When he speaks, a hint of elongated canines can be spotted.]

Pray tell, what is the water for?

[Granted, he's also carrying seemingly useless objects for this endeavour, having two sheafs of paper covered in a manner of lines and geometric shapes clutched in his other hand.]

video- un: brightness_kholin

[veristitalian]

Kaldur'ahm?

[She asks, via the communicator. Her voice is quiet, tinny through the network, but after their walk together she's been mindful of him in all this. Jasnah notices when he falters.]

Are you well? I can call you help.

2

[cheerleader]

[Claire approaches him after he's been resting for a few minutes, not wanting to crowd him at first. She's still in a place where seeing people with powers is exciting and life changing to her, because it means there's people out there like her. His water isn't anything like her regeneration, but that doesn't change the fact that it's fascinating to her. ]

You did great. [That sounds totally cheesy, and she knows it. So she winces and tries again. He looks exhausted so -]

Do you need some water or anything?

TWO »

[imperialsun]

[There's someone touching his elbow.]

Here...

[Above him a demonic creature appears, it's knife-like hands moving before whitish light covers the other as Naoya makes it cast a Diarahan spell, used to restore energy to the other. It should at least help him from falling unconscious.]

Does that help?

Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş

[reposing]

With Alex's help before, Alucard has easily memorized how to suit himself, not particularly interested in waiting. The less time he has to spend around Alex's crew, the better. He keeps from locking eyes with Amos as much as he can; he expects the man will do the same, maybe glare at his back. Who knows.

Either way, the time has come. Alucard has just recovered enough of his strength for this with the help of so many.

His last drink had been with Kira. Though it'd been for more personal reasons, it was enough. Between him, Naoya's healing, and Revan's consistent donations, Alucard is more easily back on his feet for this.

"I will go first," Alucard says to whomever he pairs with, his voice distant.

He still isn't in top shape, but he's certainly stronger than any human present; that will have to be enough. Alucard approaches the door, taking in a deep breath before he goes in. With a deep, beastly roar, he begins to throw all of his strength onto it, fists striking at the firm metal. He thinks--

He thinks of all of his rage. Anger. Frustrations. The question why, why did it happen, why was I not good enough for you, and it helps motivate him. For a time.

Eventually, Alucard does exhaust himself. One last hiss and he throws what little he has left into one strike.

Abruptly, after several minutes of trying, he collapses to the floor, asleep. Someone may want to fetch him.

[rickitikitarr]

When he wakes up, out of the airlock and back in the hall where people can breathe, someone is there standing watch. His eyebrows are up around his hairline.

"You with us, Dracula?"

He's a heartbeat away from nudging him with a toe.

Right before he attacks first if that's okay?

[imperialsun]

"Wait. Before you go, I have an idea...Pallas Athena!"

The Persona appears behind him, before raising her sword in the air, a greenish light emitting from the ground and surrounding Alucard, before fading into nothingness. Only the greenish glow around Alucard remains, pulsating in intervals.

"If you're going to be knocking on the door, might as well do it with increased strength, right?"

[bringsthestorm]

Many hands move to scoop Alucard up, depositing him somewhere a little more quiet and out of the way than right in the thick of things. The night was still young, after all, and people were still waiting to take their turns at the door, and the incessant chatter probably wouldn't be too good for his head once he got back up, she figures. A blanket is stuffed under his head to give him some support, and meanwhile, Jupiter chills out right next to him just in case he needs help when he wakes up, arms looped around her knees and a glass of water set next to him, though she wasn't sure if he needed it.

She may be the devil, and certainly she had strength beyond what a human did, but she wasn't sure how much help she could actually be besides doing little things like this. It was also the least she could do, to help out someone she knew to be someone Venus cared about.

apollo

[solarcharged]

One | Outside the airlock, in the corridor

[ This could all go horribly wrong, sure, but Apollo is pretty firmly in the ‘glass half full’ portion of humanity. He isn’t quite so naïve to think that the plan will go as smoothly as they’d all like but it’s impossible to plan for every eventuality. That’s what he tells himself, at least. Repeatedly. And with so little information to go on, Apollo knows they’ve put together as much of a plan as possible for opening this particular door. Whatever will confront them on the other side is anyone’s guess. All they can do once it’s open is react as best they can.

And sure, the plan isn’t much but it’s better than nothing. Apollo refuses to be the guy who sits back and waits to be rescued, not when there could be so much beyond the door that could actually help them get home. Better to die boldly than live in fear, or something like that.

Because getting home is the objective, after all, and the only way they can get home is if they find the command deck. And seeing as the command deck isn’t on this side of the locked doors, it means it has to be beyond them. One of them. Somewhere. Maybe.

Apollo doesn’t do nervousness but there’s definitely some kind of strange flutter in his chest as he surveys the small crowd of helpers gathered by the airlock. All banding together for the collective mission of getting the hell out of here. All here to help.

That's something to take heart in, at least.

Summoning an encouraging smile, he grabs a spacesuit from the pile and turns brightly to the nearest volunteer. ]

Hey, thanks for helping out. Do you want a hand putting this thing on?

Two | Inside the airlock, by the door

[ Being out of his depth is normal for Apollo. Every damn day in the Authority they would throw themselves in to the unknown, generally making things up as soon as they hit the ground running – even when the fate of the world is in the balance. It’s a little reckless, sure. But luckily it’s a plan that’s worked out for Apollo so far (mostly). He hopes his luck isn’t about to run out today.

The door is there, looking just as normal as any other of the hundreds of locked doors around the station except for the little window set in to it and the room of blinking lights beyond. Apollo narrows his eyes as he approaches, sizing it up.

A day’s worth of indulgently sunbathing on the station’s hull has given Apollo as much charge as he’s going to get. Not his full reserve, far from it, but it’s something. With a flash of a smile and a warning wave of his hand to his partner in the airlock - stay back, his gesture says – he narrows his gaze on the door’s seams and unleashes a dazzling laser blast of concentrated solar energy.

Hope you engaged your spacesuit’s sunvisor is engaged, friend. ]

Three | Observation deck, recharging at various points in the day

[ Progress is slow – too slow for Apollo, whose entire life has been built around his capacity to simply obliterate everything in his path. Having to slowly, painstakingly, fight their way through a door isn’t something that he’s used to as they slowly, slowly, crawl through the long hours of work.

Every now and again, Apollo ducks away from the site of the airlock. He’s all too familiar now with the awful, bone-deep exhaustion that comes with attacking the door. The observation deck is the easiest and quickest way for him to recharge, and it’s here that he frequently retreats to recharge.

Come and find him here at random points throughout the eight hours, sitting in the biggest patch of sunlight he can find! ]

OOC |

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3

[reposing]

[Like Apollo, Alucard needs his own brand of recharging here and there. Unfortunately, the sun does little for him, but he can bear it for a time if only to speak to him.

Tiredly, Alucard comes into the observation deck, a bat perched on his shoulder. The bat bares her fangs and lets out a squeak, but seems to settle as Alucard brushes his fingertips over head.]

How are you feeling?

[Alucard leans against the wall, exhausted, but gives Apollo his space.]

Bobbie Draper | The Expanse

[marineris]

one!
[Bobbie isn't in one of the vac suits. Instead, she's wearing a bulky suit of plated armor, motors whirring quietly every time she moves. She's not entirely sure this is the best strategy—they've been at this for a couple of hours already and nothing seems to be so much as shifting—but it's the only strategy they've got.]

I'll go first. Don't try to catch me if I pass out.

[She doesn't want to crush anyone today. With that warning, she rams her shoulder into the door as hard as she can, armor plating taking the brunt of the force and the cushioning underneath absorbing the rest of the shock. She can totally do this all day.]

two
[...Or not. It doesn't take long at all for Bobbie to start getting exhausted, far more exhausted than she should be, and at some point someone has to half drag her out of the airlock. She plops down in the hallway outside and removes her helmet, the locks of hair that have fallen out of her bun sticking to her skin with sweat. She tries to watch their progress as much as she can through her blurred view on the other side of Amos' makeshift airlock, but it's obvious that the going is slow. She lets out a breath, then calls out to whoever's nearest.]

Any change yet?

one; later, when she's been banging at the door for a long while

[tumang]

[ Bobbie might think she can go on and on, but it's obvious that she can't. And just like everyone Amos has helped in and out of the airlock, exhausted or light-headed, she gets to that point too, and she might order him - everyone - not to catch her, Amos is only good at listening to orders maybe half of the time.

So when she wavers, towering above the rest of the people giving the door hell, Amos cycles the air out of the pressure chamber and steps into the depressurized room, the light flashing red as the door closes behind him. He rushes over - as fast as one can in a full vac suit - and takes the most of Bobbie's Martian armor when she stumbles back, grunting loudly in his own helmet. ]

You Martians have to work on the bulk of these things.

[ He pulls her back towards the pressure chamber, completely disregarding any kind of complaint that could be coming from her, cycling the air back in once the doors are opened. As the pressure stabilizes, the weight of her armor starts making itself known a lot more, and Amos barely has time to open the corridor door before he's losing grip. ]

Alex!

venus | we know the devil

[wingstosee]

[ being the devil doesn't have to mean becoming a killing force. it doesn't have to mean destroying everything in your path, or lashing out at the world that hurt you, or finally exploding like a pressure cooker that's been building up steam for longer than anyone really knew.

but it can. and right now, it sure fucking is.

when venus had first walked into the airlock, eschewing the space suits for her stupid fishbowl helmet and her jumpsuit, she'd been hesitant. her first few hits at the door had been slow, pulled before impact. she hasn't really fought like this before, after all, and when you're afraid of hurting others the idea of letting go really isn't one you want to hold onto.

but with each hit, she lets a bit more of the anger out. soon, she is throwing punches, kicking at it, body checking the door with every bit of anger in her body. her motions are inexpert and inelegant; her face, so focused in concentration at the beginning, is torn in a soundless, furious roar. she gives off a bit more light with each hit, growing more and more intense as the feelings build up within her.

but even the devil's not immune to this place. before long, her movements slow; she takes a bit longer between each strikes, breathing and panting and fogging up the inside of her helmet. and she just. keeps going at it??

someone might want to step in here, or else you're going to be carrying her out of the airlock. ]

[lightduties]

[When Rhea'li steps into the area with the door -- two sheafs of paper covered in inked geometric shapes and lines -- he tilts his head when he spots Venus attacking the door dressed in something very different to everyone else.

How is she...? Why does everyone else need a suit?? Could he get away with just using the jumpsuit and whatever she has over her head? It would certainly be more comfortable than having his tail stuffed down one of the legs of his suit...

But that's when he notices the clear exhaustion and the fact she isn't stopping.

Is it a good idea to grab someone who's glowing and throwing themselves against the door? Probably not.

Does Rhea'li make good decisions, ever? Nah.

Stepping forward when she next draws back, Rhea'li reaches with the hand that isn't occupied with pieces of paper to grab her shoulder. Talking doesn't work so well with the suits, so he tries to get his point across by shaking his head.]

Raleigh Becket | OTA

[wentnuclear]

001

[ Well. It might not be the most elegant plan, but when all else fails? Hitting things can sometimes work. Raleigh's not an engineer himself but he's with one nearly all the time and it seems like folks have tried everything else there is to try. There's no way to get power to the panels, no system access through the terminals, no vents to shimmy through, and from their little spacewalk two weeks earlier it didn't seem like the sealed areas had airlocks to try and break into. So. Time to hit shit.

Raleigh might not be the best for that task either, honestly, given his fucked up shoulder. He definitely won't be using that side and his other isn't exactly in tip top shape, and he's only human, but. Anything should help at this point, right? He knows firsthand that damaging the station knocks you the fuck out, so they'll need as many people as possible exerting as much force as they can. He shows up with Mako, as always, and waits for somebody to tap out and pass off their suit.

You can talk to him as he's waiting his turn, help him seal his suit up (one spacewalk certainly doesn't make him an expert), or be his door-bashing buddy. ]

002

[ He goes at it probably a little harder than he should, because what else is new, and shuffles weakly out of the airlock just a few hits short of going down. It's unlikely his much smaller partner will be able to get him back to their room, and he's favoring his shoulder while struggling out of the space suit... so he's probably just gonna crash right here in the corridor. Who brought snacks? ]

002

[setpoint]

[Mako knew Raleigh would want to do this, and she understands. It's easy to feel worthless in a situation like this, so even though she's not entirely happy, and even though she worries about his shoulder the entire time, so she just hovers close to the airlock, waiting. Mercifully, he stops before going down completely, but she's right there when he comes out anyway, ready to loop an arm around him, her concern obvious.]

Are you alright?

midnighter

[weaponize]

[he's been on the station for just under a week now, and in that time, he's managed to explore the majority of the station. the open parts, at least. his ventures had started off as a shared endeavor, not wanting to leave apollo alone any longer than he already had. and he knows that his husband hadn't minded. even when he'd been little more than a shadow near the entrance to whichever room apollo had opted to meet up with those he knew in.

but now, knowing that the plans that apollo and his group had made were finally coming to fruition, midnighter has taken it as a cue to finally step out from those shadows and get involved. it's awkward though, seeing all those crosshairs around him and having no idea how to counteract them fully. thousands of paths reduced to a few dozen, and it's one of the few times he misses the hum of the computer working for him.

(the fact it doesn't interrupt his time with his husband much though-- well, he has to take those bonuses when he can get them.)

so while the group slowly take turns at attacking that single door, midnighter keeps to the sidelines. keeps watching, looking for weaknesses that can be exploited. ways to turn this all to their advantage. none of them want to be there, and whatever's behind that door could hold answers as to why they're there in the first place.

when he does finally head in to take a turn of his own, (pointedly waiting until after apollo has head off for another recharge thank you very much), he wears one of the suits. as much as he may be able to function without oxygen longer than most, he isn't invulnerable. he still ultimately needs to breathe. and given the state of his computer, he isn't about to put his trust in his implants right now anyway.

it's a few rounds later, a few more attempts accompanied with by increasingly stronger need to sit down, (to sleep. and isn't that a weird feeling.), before he passes up on donning the suit again. instead, he reclaims his position outside the airlock, taking the time to process those extra details seen. they're making progress, and at this rate, it shouldn't be much longer before they're through.]

Re: midnighter

[rickitikitarr]

How's it looking in there?

[Asks Ricki, who doesn't have a suit, hasn't been in there.]

Making any kind of progress?

[It's been hours, the going feels painfully slow.]

Claire Bennet | Heroes

[cheerleader]

[Claire wasn't exactly invited to be here. She's only here because eavesdropping told her it might be a good way to put her powers to good use. She's not an expert in anything to do with doors, but she's sturdy and surprisingly strong for a tiny cheerleader. When she shows up to offer her help, it's probably pretty comical. Some of the people here have flashier, more powerful ways of working at the door but Claire's plan is using pure blunt force to get it to budge.

When it's her turn it takes a few tries to figure out how to best move in the suit she's wearing, but she eventually gets the hang of moving as fast as she can and literally slamming her shoulder against the door. What she lacks in the power of the others, she makes up for in being able to do it a heck of a lot longer than some of the others. She has to stop a few times to pop her arm or shoulder back into place on her particularly rough slams, but she doesn't give up until she's running on empty and it's only then that she steps back and taps out and heads out of the airlock to the pressurized area.

Her arm is a little out of sorts when she gets out of the suit she's been confined in, but it's ignored until she can get a breath of "fresh" air and casually pop it back into socket. She's the third string here, and she knows it. But she's young and wants to help so she convinces herself that she's made some kind of difference. Keeping that casual calmness, she stretches her arms up above her head and glances over at whoever's nearby.]

How long do you think this will last?

[tumang]

A while, if we can keep it up.

[ It's an honest answer. Amos has been on point - not inside the depressurized chamber itself, but the room in between, cycling the pressure in and out of the airlock to let people come in and out, sometimes rushing in to help drag people out when they went too hard and passed out. He was in a full suit and not planning on getting out of it. ]

These doors are meant to resist these kind of assaults. It's the whole point - you should be able to close it and survive onboarding long enough to destroy whatever valuable you might have on the other side.

diana prince | dceu | ota

[monomachy]

make it a point to now walk taller [revving up]

[Diana has tried, unsuccessfully, to open several other doors on the station. No matter how hard she tried, her raw strength alone had not seemed like enough to even so much as dent the metal. Besides that, she found herself tiring after just a short while of opening attempts, which was nearly unheard of. It is a puzzle she has yet to solve, but one she vows to continue working on.

So when she is contacted about this particular door, with the lights behind it, she is ready to try once more. The space suit feels strange to wear--too restrictive, too much fabric--but she dons it over her training armor anyway. She wears a look of determination, and if someone addresses her before she enters the airlock, she responds with a smile and a cheerful:]

Don't worry. This will not be the hardest thing I've punched.

keep you chin up on the behalf [I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS]

[As soon as she's inside the airlock, Diana engages her magboots, knowing she will do much better with the extra hold on the ground. The door doesn't seem to have changed much at all yet, but she can see a few cracks and small dents beginning to form. This gives her hope--working together, surely they can succeed.

Diana plants herself in front of the door, studying it for a moment. Then, without further ado, she pulls her right arm back and slams her fist into the door with all her might. There is no doubt behind the force of the blow, as the entire room vibrates just a bit with it. And when she pulls her right arm back to strike with her left, there is a new dent where her fist landed. She repeats the process, entirely engrossed in her work, and will stay until someone comes to relieve her or she can no longer stand.]

of every beautiful rejection [naptime]

[When she staggers her way out of the airlock, Diana barely makes it outside the door before she presses her back to the wall, sliding down it and removing her helmet on the way. The hiss of fresh air brings a sigh to her lips, and her eyelids droop as she finally finds herself seated on the ground.

Out of all the things she could possibly do right now, Diana laughs. It's a quiet sound, but still a laugh, and there's a small smile on her lips.]

[ooc; hit me up on plurk at watchet or pm this journal if you wanna do something specific!]

naptime.

[ohshutup]

[To be honest, Clara's felt a bit useless during this whole assault on the door. Despite her unusual physiology, she's got a completely average level of strength, and has really only been able to offer moral support.

She watches Diana sink down onto the floor next to her, and quirks up an eyebrow at the laugh.]

How's it going over there?

[That... is a very impressive helmet. She tries not to stare.]

amos

[tumang]

one; ota;

[ There are moments where Amos thinks that, you know, all he wanted was to get the hatch leading down to deck 7 open. How did he end up being so deeply embroiled in this whole scheme that he set up an airlock one deck 2? He really isn't sure.

He misses the Roci. He misses not having to make these decisions, that he is unsure are the right ones. He misses not being able to just blindly follow orders, given by people he trusts. He misses being able to break some jaws to get some answers. He misses it all, apart from the protomolecule.

And yet here he is, helping people in and out, carrying half of those who went too hard and dropping them with Frank, Mako or Alex, or anyone around ready with protein bars and water. When he's alone - or he thinks he is, anyway - he'll look into the depressurized zone, taking a harsh breath through his nose. ]

Looks like a war.

two; closed to prax;

[ When the door finally starts to show signs of weakness, Amos can't take it anymore. There's an itch under his skin, a desire to do something, an absolute need to come in like a wrecking ball, throw himself at the door just so he's not just standing there looking on.

He gets his automatic shotgun from the floor where he's laid it and cycles the air out of the pressure chamber again, and once in front of door, he yells out: ]

Give me a shot!

[ He waits until people move out of the way, not long before he shoots, going for the weakened hinges of the door. The recoil gets him in the shoulder, but the impact wouldn't usually phase him at all. Here, now, though, he suddenly feels all of his energy leave his limbs, light-headedness making him stumble back towards the wall. He ignores, pushes away any help that might be coming his way, dizzily making his way back to the pressure door and punching the button to open it.

It was only one shot. It didn't even apparently do anything, but Amos feels his hands shake as he pushes his helmet off when the pressure is stable, when he can open the corridor door towards, stumbling out of the airlock. ]

one

[charlieoscar]

[As much as Mike wanted to be on the inside, helping, being of use, doing something, he knew to play to his strengths. He was not one of the superhumans aboard, capable of flying, or floating his with his mind, or, as he'd seen today, pounding through metal with his bear hands. So he's in what he's come to think of as the triage, offering support for those who could.

He approaches Amos, offering water.]

It is. Trust me, they aren't all fought on battlefields with guns.

Mike Slattery | OTA

[charlieoscar]

Mike gets the message, as he was promised, and is long in turning up, ready to help, as he'd promised. He's ready, and eager,... and quickly out of his element. While it wasn't the first time he'd tried to ram through something meant to keep him out, they'd never fought back before. And he'd never watched literal superheroes give all they had, and come up short.

So as much as he wanted to be on the inside, helping, being of use, doing something, he knew to play to his strengths. He keeps himself busy instead in what he's come to think of as the triage, offering support and dubious bedside manner.

His eyes are steady, his expression no-nonsense. He points to an open space.

"Sit down before you fall down."

[oorah]

Frank knows he's no help in there either, and he finds himself sitting next to Mike when the next wave goes in. He's comfortable with him already, call him crazy. He's also pretty sure the guy is military, and he's wondering idly if he was that Navy guy he talked to on the network though he has no real evidence to support it. Pulling the old dinged-up lighter he'd told the other man about out of his jumpsuit pocket, he clicks it on and off while he thinks - or zones out, more accurately. He thinks this whole operation is worth a shot, but he also can't get fully behind it because he doesn't think it will work. After his own door incident, he really doesn't think brute force is the answer. But he has to admit Apollo had rallied the troops in an impressively short turnaround, and he's here for support just like Mike is.

"You think they'll get through?" he asks in a soft, gruff voice after sitting in silence for a long while. The corridor has been quite for some time now, everyone who wants to be on the inside and everyone else unconscious in piles around them. It's a lot of manpower for one stupid door. If anyone gets seriously hurt or dead he's going to be pissed, but until then he's just mildly ruffled, like a Rhodesian ridgeback puppy with its hackles raised. Ready for action as ever, but rightfully benched for the moment. He's surrounded by freaks.

video- un: brightness_kholin

[veristitalian]

All right.

[Says Jasnah, into the general open feed.]

This is Jasnah Kholin, commencing the record on the attempted entry through the door on deck two, the first general attempted incursion into the sealed off part of the station. I'm monitoring open feeds from several of the members of the team making the incursion.

A note to anyone reviewing this, we're attempting to follow a tentative quarantine protocol, in case of decompression and in case we discover something dangerous or hostile once we're inside.

Perhaps anyone whose feed is open can identify themselves?

ryuji sakamoto (persona 5)

[ryuji]

1. Sun's out, guns out

[He's probably not going to be all that much help trying to smash down a door, in retrospect. Hearing that there's a plan, though, and considering the events of the Great Gravity Scanadal of 20xx (???), he feels compelled do something more than just sit around and wait for the station to stop sucking so much donkey ass. So when the opportunity for organized random acts of vandalism get offered, Ryuji's punk heart is all over that. He'll be standing in the hall prior to the makeshift vacuum hall, trying to get his bystander on. Check out who has the highest likelihood of making this happen.

Because, well, Ryuji has a plan. He sees you suiting up, has assessed the situation as best he can, and approaches.]

Hey. You wanna knock this door down or what?

Let me give you a hand.

[And standing at a mere 5'9", 135 pounds, he should... probably be laughed at told it's safer outside the airlock. But there's determination in his features, a confidence level that begs you to test him.]

2. ...Gives you wings

[Otherwise, Ryuji will be watching the other attempts casually from the sidelines. There's a case of canned drinks down next to his feet, a pack of 6 with one clearly missing and probably consumed already. He's tried to disassemble the ceiling paneling before with blunt strokes of a lead pipe, but he remembers what happened after that all too well. His body felt heavy, lethargic and useless as he slumped down and fell asleep right there in the hall with Ezra. He figures the station is going to be in full defensive mode once it starts realizing what the staties (god... his word for people living on this floating hunk of junk) are exactly up to.

He waits there, watching go after go of people doing dumb shit and finding themselves totally, completely railing. Every now and then, the ones that have really gone all out and exerted themselves to the extreme, will be greeted by Ryuji with an energy drink in his hand.]

Yo. Thinkin' you might need one of these. Nice try out there, by the way.

1

[lightduties]

[Standing at 5'2.7"... Rhea'li really isn't any better in the size department. He's not built like a fighter and he has two pieces of paper clutched in one hand. If Ryuji was to peer at the paper, all he'd see are geometric shapes and lines inked on the pages. Rhea'li himself is notably not human, having feline-like ears crowning his head, though his tail is (uncomfortably) stuffed down a leg of his suit, so it's currently not visible.

Well, Rhea'li not one to refuse help, especially in a situation that doesn't seem too much dangerous for someone to try. Besides, lalafel are a fraction of Ryuji's size and can pack quite the punch. You never know.

With a smile, he nods.]

Your help is most welcome.

[He offers his free hand for a handshake.]

Let us work together.

lorna dane / polaris | the gifted

[mutants]

001.//: BEND IT NEVER BREAK IT [ OPEN TO ALL ]

[ One thing this door is good for, aside from its sole intended purpose, is giving everyone a good idea of what the rest of them can do. The gravity ring kerfuffle might as well have been the teaser for the main event so many of them have gathered for on deck two. There's an aquapath, several bruisers, and she even sees the healing cheerleader there. To cheerlead, presumably. Though maybe by now she's worked out if she can heal other people.

It's definitely the least bored she's been with idle hands since she got here, and it's satisfying, in a self-serving way, to watch other non-humans of comparable ability fail to pull the metaphorical sword from the stone as badly as she expect she will, too. That and it's pushing her away from the suspicion that they've all been gathered here by humans. Smart enough to build this station and dampen each individual ability to a specified degree? That's possible. But not the cooperation it would take to pull it off. It might have started with humans, but something clearly went wrong, and behind that door, which is giving little by little (she can feel it in the seams), there may lie a notion as to what.

For the first few hours, she conserves her strength -- but takes up a VAC suit, watching others work and ostensibly waiting her turn. She can tell you exactly how well you did in putting the fear of God into that door, if you like, and keep the others updated on the otherwise indefinably small progress. Or she can just eye up your strong, cool hands appreciatively, now that she knows what you can do. Or if your attempt sends any screws or small pieces dangerously flying, she can catch them in her hand no matter their trajectory, provided they're metal. Have at! ]

002.//: THERE'S NO "I" IN DOOR [ CLOSED TO SCARLET WITCH ]

[ Before everyone's had a chance to go but after the majority, Lorna steps up. She starts with pricked fingers????, narrowing her focus to points of particular stress inside the door. Then she batters at them with broad pushes of force with whole sweeps of her arms. It requires as much concentration as strength, and Lorna doesn't push herself too hard by her standards. Anyone else might think she goes at it a bit longer than she needs to. Switching off manages not to feel like giving up thanks to her teammate. Lorna's green light evanesces as she uses her boosters for the first time that day, drifting back toward Scarlet Witch to tag her in. ]

Can you get a sense of the inside? [ Lorna asks, turning to face their common enemy. Like it makes her question any less intrusive. Honestly, if not for the limited oxygen, she would be launching an inquiry at every person and power to hit that hulky metal bastard. Lucky for everyone that dire times call for rationing. ]

003.//: I'VE LANDED IN MARSHMALLOWS. HOW MAD CAN I BE [ CLOSED TO DREAMER, SCARLET WITCH ]

[ People start to take their second gos and that's when Lorna relents to taking an actual break. She returns to artificial gravity, hefting off the helmet, tanks and boosters of her VAC suit. The rest she keeps on, since the task at hand doesn't have them at a shortage. Feel free to bump into Lorna in the corridor at this time. Left to herself, she attempts to unwind with a quick refresh of the network's activity, but one post has her seething and seeing green. At first, she steals off in search of an unoccupied corner just to call out this stranger in privacy. No sooner has she done that than she escalates the confrontation and demands they come face to face.

The airlock is abandoned compared to the high traffic it hosted in the recent gravity fiasco. That's why she chose it; the intimidation points are redacted by her waiting for Dreamer's impersonator inside. She couldn't open the airlock if she wanted to, and if she did, she would only wind up flushing herself out along with the whole station.

She may be gone sometime but when she returns, it's with a redhead no one will recognize, a recent addition to the station. And a recent loss in Lorna's life. So Polaris's energy may be kind of weird but she has a handle on it, speaking with the confidence of a mediocre white m leader, ] This is Dreamer.

[ ooc threading order: L, W, S for kick-off! ]

004.//: WOULD YOU PREFER YELLOW SPANDEX [ OPEN TO ALL ]

[ When the door opens, Polaris, Scarlet Witch, and Dreamer are the team to discover 5 VAC suits behind a panel. Come and have a look-see or let them know what your character or team found! ]

[ ooc Replies will be slow! And may contain errors. My computer is down and I'm on an old iPad whose keyboard is missing a couple buttons. And it's slower and crashier than sin and total garbage and driving me fully insane. Also open to handwaving interactions for this reason, and available to plot on Lorna's Reverie post or via PM! ]

002

[catastrophics]

[ jumping into the action so soon after she'd passed out while space walking is maybe not the smartest idea, but it's been long enough since that wanda's recovered and feeling pretty confident in her ability to help out. teaming up is a good way to make sure that neither of them overextend their limited abilities, and she watches lorna work from a slight distance, studying her technique and strategizing her own. when she drifts back towards her, wanda takes a look at the door, concentrating on it and what might be beyond it. there's an energy there, but beyond that, nothing. and from where she is, she can't even tell if the energy is coming from what's behind the door or the energy expended on it, from lorna and the people who'd taken their turns before them. ]

Not from here. And maybe not in a way that would be useful. [ red wisps begin to encircle her own fingertips as she positions her hands, flexing them like a muscle. ] But I might be able to do some damage.

Apollo | Post-Door | open to all

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo holds his breath as he crosses through the charred remnants of the door. It’s a stupid thing to do for a man who doesn’t need to breathe – stupid but painfully human. But he holds his breath as he waits for something – anything - to happen. To attack them. A rampaging monster, an alien death squad, a booby-trapped IED.

But what greets them is... nothing. Just the eerie calmness of a command center that should be the bustling heart of the station. The surge of relief has him laughing giddily to himself, grinning like an idiot as he surveys the room. For all intents and purposes it seems like a perfectly normal room. No sign of a struggle, nothing. Apollo would sooner take a weirdly quiet ops deck over an alien monster any day. ]

I didn't think it would be so... [ He trails off, surveying the view screens, the consoles, the controls. ] ...Peaceful.

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[ ooc: hit me up if you want a personalised starter! Apollo’s priority will be to look for star maps to try and pinpoint their position but will find nothing :c ]

[weaponize]

[naturally, he's only a step behind apollo when he enters the room. but it's only long after they've each had a chance to look around that he actually thinks of approaching him. he's searched files, flicked through systems, and promptly stepped aside when someone far more qualified than him has taken those tasks on instead.

of course, that hasn't kept him from watching over shoulders on occasion, trying to absorb as much information as he can. after all the work they put in to getting here, it stands to reason that he's going to try and gather as much information as he can. even if they still don't have any real control over the station, there had to be a reason this area was locked.

it's hours after they've gotten in, and midnighter makes a point of trying to catch apollo's eye. a motion to a mostly empty corner, and the invitation is clear. he's ready to talk about all this, even if there isn't really much to say yet.]

Mike | Post-Door/Finding Video Logs | OTA

[charlieoscar]

[Mike stood down during the pounding, crashing, blasting, but once the door finally gave, he wasn't going to be sidelined. Even before the deck had fully equalized, he's following the front line inside.

Maybe it was just the lack of oxygen, but standing there, as strange as it was, it was somehow... familiar. The Bridge was a bridge, and for a moment he swore he could hear the waves again. Almost instinctively, he moves toward the bank of consoles and one blinked to life under his curious touch.

He studies the screen for a moment, much of the display foreign to him, but then the word "Logs" all but jumps out at him. He knows what those are.]

Got something here.

[He taps it, then touches the first option that comes up, and the massive viewscreen flickers to life....]

[pampa]

[ miller meanders out to the bridge once he hears that they actually busted through. he was in the bar like literally always and missed all the hullabaloo, but it's not like he could've helped anyway. the guy has literal chalk for bones and they got crushed during his spacewalk anyway. a bridge is indeed a bridge and it reminds him of tycho instantly. drawn over to the big viewing screen as he sees people he doesn't recognize in jumpsuits just like theirs, his magboots click heavily until he's a few paces behind mike. and then there's a rail thin guy with a porkpie hat and a big gun in his back pocket just squinting up at the images as they flicker by. ] Spooky.

jesse pinkman » breaking bad

[rehabbed]

» THE HELPER IN THE SHADOWS - open ;

[ Unlike many on this spaceship, with their superhuman strength and other physical capabilities that go far beyond a mere mortal human, Jesse is exactly that: A mere mortal human, small, scrawny, entirely useless when it comes to bashing down doors not even people with superhuman strength can barely destroy.

He can, however, help in other ways. Helping exhausted people, for instance: This is something Jesse ends up quietly taking upon himself, crouching down beside people slumped against walls and crumpled on the floor, helping them out of their helmets to offer them a drink of water. Jesse is a spectre of a man: Hollow, eerily empty eyes, scars on his face, unkempt hair and beard, a man who seems to do everything with automatic expressionless. Like there once might have been life in this emaciated, homeless-looking man, but now there's nothing but haunted silence. And anybody who has had enough, or anybody who needs to be taken back to their quarters: Jesse does this, too. A muted, "Which deck is your room on?" before he's helping the person to their feet.

Maybe he helps your character back to their room. ]