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

[aequoreal]

He does.

( kaldur inclines his head. ordinarily, it might rankle not to be included in the list of those competent enough to know what they're doing, but he's exhausted and he doesn't actually feel like he has a good grip on the situation. he's alone, bar diana —but she's not the wonder woman he knows. she doeesn't remember him, doesn't know him at all. )

[aequoreal]

Kaldur'ahm. A pleasure.

( kaldur shifts one of the glasses of water to his left hand, balancing two glasses in one hand. if he spills water, he can always catch it, so he isn't too worried. it frees up his right to shake hands with rhea'li, the webbing between his fingers hidden by the vac suit. )

[aequoreal]

I have not heard of Personas.

( but summoning gods and demons seems a rather dangerous thing to kaldur's ears. after a moment, he asks: ) Do you have much experience with it?

[tumang]

[ Amos makes a noise at the back of his throat, crossing his arms as he looks at the chaos unfolding. ]

Well, back home, I'm a fugitive in a stolen frigate running around after someone that might be dead, while some alien space goo keeps on trying to kill me and my crew.

[ He turns back to Bodhi. ]

And here, I'm on a station that's half-locked out, unresponsive, and is apparently trying to eat people. So I guess... better the devil you know.

[tumang]

[ Amos immediately scoffs in answer. ]

No. [ He is pretty much the complete opposite of a military guy. It's almost funny, actually, how much he is not a guy that would do well in the military. ]

I work with ex-navy guys, though.

[tumang]

It's like... [ Amos holds up a hand, palm out, and straightens his arm in front of him. ] when we push, it pushes back. Like the protomolecule would do.

[ Changing, adapting, fighting back. You couldn't hurt it. ]

But if it was the protomolecule, something would have happened already. It turns Eros into a projectile, in no time at all. It wouldn't just sit idle here.

[marineris]

Hopefully.

[Bobbie takes the water with a grateful little nod, drinking deep before continuing.]

If we found ourselves on an indestructible station, we really are screwed.

[setpoint]

I wonder if there's a way we can put together makeshift ones somehow.

[It's a stretch, but hey. Stranger things have happened.]

[monomachy]

[She's interested, but he doesn't seem to be able to find the worst right now, so she lets it drop. She's fascinated by his description, though. Diana has only seen a bare handful of places outside Themyscira, and she can hardly imagine what he's describing.]

I would like to see it. [There is no hesitation when she says it. Diana wants to see everything everywhere. But she does add, a little cautiously:] War torn?

[mutants]

[ ooc computers back! sorry for the delay <3 ]

[ They're using codenames because they are now a team. Lorna will have to parse how great that is later. Right now, she's still trying not to trip up on how furiously ecstatic she is to have Sonya back. They're mutants, so they don't have the luxury of lamenting the circumstances. 'Cause they always suck, in case that's not clear. ]

All from Earth, not all mutants, and not all from the same time, either. [ Lorna rolls her eyes towards one of the crew members currently off door duty and minding their own business, let's say Amos who cares he can't sit with us. Her hip cocks, chin juts up imperceptibly, body language blaring her vague mistrust. ] I don't even know who we'd start with. [ For interrogations, which go notoriously well with Polaris around.

She said she wanted to be helpful, is that not..... ]

[rickitikitarr]

So would I.

[More than anything, right now.]

It was a colony, and it decided to break free of British control. Good for them, a little complicated for me.

[Being from a family of expats.]

[mutants]

[ It's easy to read people when they're giving 110% but the finger words get completely muffled by the bulky VAC suits and helmets that obscure their faces from most angles. He's been soaking up recon for a while, like she has, so she's curious as to why he steps up to bat now. Over comm, ]

Looking for a weak spot?

[mutants]

[ Lorna's still wearing hers, though the helmet's been set aside on some surface or other. She's checking one of the suits out, looking for noticeable damage. She doesn't turn to look at whoever it is that walks up, even when she answers back, ] Five.

[warfares]

Locking mechanism.

[ A long shot. Still, a door is a door and all doors have some kind of lock. Finding it and coaxing it into compliance is another whole different set of problems, of course, but hope springs eternal. ]

Sometimes they don't bite back as hard when you're careful with them.

[ The doors, he means. The station hadn't lashed out when he'd pried one of the panels off the door, before. Had only really started getting tetchy when he'd started throwing his weight around. ]

[wingstosee]

[ wow. she is just out. not physically, mind you, but just- any will she had to move is sort of gone? still, she does her best to make rhea'li's job easier: tensing up just a bit, tucking her wings in close and reaching up to steady herself on his shoulder.

whoever it is in the spacesuit, venus owes him one. not that she really recognizes him? all the eyes in the world don't make seeing into a spacesuit any easier, after all. ]

[onlydoubts]

Huh. [ He doesn't look away from the screen, watching - trying to see, get a better idea of what it is that they're doing.

Spoilers: he can't tell.

But it's not like he has anything better to do. ]

D'you mind if I stick around? I want to see more.

[contorta]

It doesn't look like the protomolecule.

( not that prax has actually seen it —but he's seen the hybrid. he's reviewed what information holden and his crew had been willing to share with him, after amos told him about the protomolecule. )

It must be something else. ( a scientist's wonder, more than fear for once. it's a refugee. but a moment later, his tone softens. ) You shouldn't worry about that right now. You need to rest.

[oorah]

...What's with the water? [ he can guess with the gills and all, but he taps a boot near the glasses he saw kaldur cart into the airlock and then back out again. supers are weird. ]

[oorah]

[ he smiles softly, the other man contagious even if his is a much briefer glimmer of mirth. ]

Can't be having that, can we? I'll meet you back down there.

[oorah]

[ he looks up, seeming to think about that and then nods. he pulls a little pink tin of hello kitty bandaids out of his front pocket and shakes them indicatively. ]

And triage.

[oorah]

He nods, thinking about Raleigh with "the breach" or Jasnah with her... stuff.

"Aliens invaded my city once. I think that was an 'almost' too." He keeps mentioning the alien thing even though he wasn't there for it. Oh well, it's not technically cheating if it happened in his backyard right??

[oorah]

[ he nods curtly. five more suits. ] We should have those space guys inspect 'em or do whatever they do to test they're safe to go outside in.

[ max wanders over to lorna since he's being ignored!!! rude. and he snuffles at her legs cheerily. YOU SMELL NICE I'M A DOG YOU HAVE COOL HAIR ]

[oddbod]

[Oh, Clara can't help but laugh out loud.]

A lot of it is, you're right. It's grey, and it's damp, and it's crowded. It's the people I like, though.

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo spots that wince - how can he not? - and he rocks back a bit, putting a few respectable inches between them. Checking himself, he settle for sliding down to join him on the floor, leaning against the broad glass windows with the sun on his back. Just a short distance away. Not too close, not too far. ]

Take as long as you need, then.

[ Because Apollo understands that - that need to be there, to be present, to make sure the job is done. Still, he gives Alucard a weary smile as he adds: ]

If you fall asleep though, Charlotte and I will drag you back to your cabin. Just warning you.

[mutants]

[ Oh hey! a.. dog...? What? Lorna is totally nonplussed for a moment, looking down at him. Tough breed but what possible benefit of indeterminate nefariousness could there be to abducting a dog into space? The pitbull's nudges obligate her to stifle her bemusement and she bends to scratch behind his ears. ]

Everything here goes through them at some point. [ Lorna glances over to him after speaking. Huh. She knows dogs sometimes resemble their owners but these two take it to a 101 Dalmatians level. ]