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Team Door, ASSEMBLE

» 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:

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
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
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
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
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
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

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Yes.

Truthfully, I thought the name I'd been calling myself would've been a giveaway. [He sounds like he's trying to joke, but he's honestly too worn out to be convincing.]

[ Look, Apollo might be luminous but he's not bright. In fact, he has no idea what Alucard's talking about, not that he says as much. ]

Alucard... [ He protests softly; Apollo isn't even entirely sure what to say. He doesn't remember his father but he's sure that the idea can't exactly be nice. Especially for someone as young as Alucard is.

Dads are meant to be more than monsters. ]

Do you think you'll be able to reason with him?

[The question pains him. Slowly, Alucard reaches up, working off the top of his jumpsuit, at least enough until he exposes the wound on his chest. The scab barely clinging to Alucard's flesh ranges from shoulder to hip, like someone had attempted to slice him in half. Yet, somehow, he lives.

Alucard's next words are whispered, his voice in despair.]

I tried that already.

[Her brows raise slightly, but Greece is close enough, isn't it? Still:]

I'm from Themyscira.

[Just stated as a fact, a gentle correction. She glances down at the mug in her hands at his question.]

The year by men's calendars was 1918. It was the end of The Great War.

[ Horrified, Apollo stares at the ugly wound. The fact that Alucard is even alive must be testament to whatever resilience his kind have... and maybe a bit of stubborness and determination too. God knows, if someone did that to Apollo he'd be determined to survive it just to repay the favour.

Except, that's not what's going on here. There doesn't seem to be that kind of anger or burning injustice in Alucard right now, just quiet anguish. This is personal, this is family, this is an entire world that faces destruction. His gaze lingers on the wound a little longer. If that's what Alucard's father did to him in the face of reason, what will happen to Alucard when he tries to kill Dracula?

Apollo takes a breath - a stupidly human thing for someone who doesn't need to breathe - and nods resolutely. ]

Well. You can't go back in that condition. At least while you're here you can heal.

[ Because that's how Apollo handles things like this - with his own personal brand of optimism and realism. He's not going to talk Alucard out of his mission, but he is going to make sure he can survive it. ]

We aren't going to get home today. Or tomorrow. Maybe not even this week. But when we do, we can make sure that you're able to fight him. To do whatever you need to do to stop him.

[Quietly, he appreciates the realistic approach Apollo makes. Truthfully, there is no silver lining that Alucard can think of in this situation.]

It is why I can't control when I sleep. I need both that and enough blood to make a recovery. Here, I have not have either.

Gallons of blood that no one can safely give me. It is a difficult thing.

[Slowly, he closes his jumpsuit.]

I have ten months. I pray to whatever gods take mercy upon me that I will make it home in time to stop my father.

Before I was born.

[He allows, with a nod.]

The first of the two world wars. I grew up during the second.

[And he has yet to pick up any etiquette about spoiling the future for people.]

Hopefully.

[The key word of the day, huh?]

We haven't. I'm Minato.

[He does a slight bow -- Apollo was obviously an adult, so he felt the need to be somewhat polite. His hands were stuck firmly in his pockets though, so it doesn't look as though he was eager for a handshake.]

...If you need to take a rest, don't let me keep you.

He's more than happy to let it drop, following the change of subject with a sharp nod.

"Hooyah."

Look at the change in posture, positioning. There's no salutes, but they're at attention.

[He knows it. Remembers that subtle, but important shift in the crew whenever he or Tom walked on deck.]

If she's not the Captain, she's not close - XO maybe.

[She gives another laugh.]

If only everyone could hear the truth of your words.

[Despite the amount of training she's received about how to keep face, Diana cannot hide her stunned look at that.]

The... second?

[Diana hears Antiope in his words, a small voice echoing in her head that she'll be worse than useless to them if she's exhausted. And despite a stubborn streak as wide as her beloved island home, she knows he's right. Still, Diana can't help but look almost petulant as she braces her palms against the floor to lift her hips as instructed, allowing him to peel the suit the rest of the way off.]

I will rest, but I will not sleep, in case they need me.

[Well, good sense can only trump stubbornness for so long.]

World War? Yes.

[He says, and lets out a sigh, as he reads her expression and realizes;]

Nothing we get so good at is ever the end of anything.

I mean, you can say that? But I still...

[ her voice fades away into the aether, a ringing pain accompanying it, and suddenly rhea'li is seeing a different world. ]

[ the setting: the attic of a shoddily constructed cabin, filled with junk and tools that haven't seen use in years. a redheaded girl - jupiter - holds tightly onto the arm of a brunette, neptune. she is restraining her from kicking at something, speakers hooked into an eldritch cacophany of wires and crystals and static. and venus, with her wings and eyes aplenty - he is small, and human, and scratching at his shoulder.

neptune is shouting, a hurt fury in her voice. jupiter winces, unable to look her in the eye. ]

You're being good for people that fucking hate you, and you're good even if you say you're not good, because what else kind of person would hate themselves but someone who was really good?!

I'm not-

[ neptune keeps shouting, but she is a background image; blurry, out of focus. venus is the center of attention. he moves down his arm, scratching and digging his nails deep in, impossibly deep, until they snag on something. neptune continues her tirade- ]

I'm so mad, why not martyr yourself for US this time! For YOU! You deserve-

[ -and he pulls with all his might.

there is no pain, no gruesome tearing of skin. the arm is just sloughed off, peachy skin and all, and in its place pure light is left behind. for a moment, venus cannot speak; neptune and jupiter continue arguing, and venus is left alone to admire a body that is actually hers. she speaks quietly, and somehow the others hear, turning to look with expressions somewhere between fear and envy. ]

Found it.

[ like a flower, venus is in bloom. like a heart, venus is beating. like a soul - she is shining like a soul. ]

I am the devil.

[ her arm lies on the floor. it's a pale, bloodless thing. someone else's body now. not hers.

slowly, the echo fades into white. ]

[ the ringing recedes, and rhea'li is left outside an airlock with a very concerned devil staring at him. ]

...you alright? Oh my god. Oh my god? Please say something.

[This time, Rhea'li doesn't catch the pun, which (un)fortunately brings the punning to a screeching halt.

Catching the can, Rhea'li's eartips perk up slightly as he tilts his head in question.]

Wings?

[Now he's eying this can suspiciously, half because of the weird comment and half because he's never seen an aluminium can before. What's he supposed to do with this? It seems to be some kind of container, so he gives it an experimental shake...]

[RHEA'LI,

two things here, man-

1. the way your ears perk up at the slightest bit of confusion is actually pretty damn adorable, and Ryuji has an intense urge to touch them, which he absolutely SHOULDN'T

and

2. for the love of the twelve, don't shake up a carbonated beverage like that.

Ryuji leans forward quick and snatches the can out of his hand.]

Yo, party foul. Never shake up a pressurized can or it's gonna go all over your face. And energy drinks are way, way too goddamn valuable to let you learn that lesson on your own and have a good laugh about it.

[Well, now Rhea'li's ears perk up even more as the drink is snatched from his hand. Go on Ryuji. Pull those ears. It's not like other people on the space station haven't already yanked on his ears!

This is the second time someone's snatched something out of his hands after he's shaken it ): Why do people keep giving him strange things they don't explain how to use or want him to examine, anyway? There's a good reason Garlond Ironworks have to be quite detailed in showing him how to work the mana cutter...]

Can you show me how to use one? We've no drinks in a container like that on Eorzea.

[Also his tail being trapped by the stupid suit is starting to get really annoying, so he also starts shedding the suit at the same time.]

[ Sorry, Alucard. You've triggered dad mode. Apollo is brisk and all business as he insists: ]

Right. Well if you need to sleep, you can damn well sleep. Okay?

[ They might not be able to turn back the clock, but at least they can make sure that when Alucard does return home then he's in fighting form. It's not like they're doing anything else up here, besides beating up doors. There's plenty of time to rest and recuperate in between screaming walls and random bouts of zero gravity. ]

And as for the blood... can the replicators make it for you?

No, don't worry about me. I'm okay. [ No rest needed. He shakes his head with a weary grin; it's only a little bit of a lie. What he needs is sunshine, not a lie down. ]

Hi Minato. [ The bow is sweet but, oblivious to what Minato is obviously avoiding, he extends a warm, broad hand Minato's way. ] I'm Apollo. Good to meet you.

[ He distantly remembers what Jasnah had mentioned before - about a war, waiting to be waged. While there's no immediate battles waiting to be won back at home (just the emotional kind, the tiring personal kind) Apollo can't help but feel like he knows what she means. ]

What tipped it over the edge? Your world, I mean.

[ The line between all-out chaos and disgruntled peace has always been a fine one, in his world. ]

What was it that you were all waiting for in the end?

[She lets out a slow breath, trying to get a hold of her emotions. Knowing that everything she'd done, everyone she'd lost, was for naught--

No. No, she can't think like that. Still, Diana stares down into her coffee, struggling to control her face and voice. When she finally speaks, her voice is steady.]

I see. At least I know now, for when I return.

[He knows that there's a disparity between their worlds; that much was pretty damn obvious from the whole... half cat half human thing that he had going on. But to think that he didn't even know how to open a can? Whoa. Ryuji smiles sheepishly, because of course, he's going to help him out and make sure that he learns from the pro soda guzzler the most effective ways to slurp down a refreshingly carbonated bev'rage.]

Yeah, man. No problem.

[First thing's first through. He wants to get his own stuffy ass suit off. It kind of already smelled in there from the number of other people who had been in it, and he's thinking that a nice hot shower would be in order.

He places the excited can down, and picks up one the remaining ones that haven't been manhandled so unscrupulously. Takes a second one, too, for himself, and when Rhea'li is good and ready and not in a space suit, he stands side by side and places his left hand in a cup around the aluminum, and his right hand on the tab. He tries to make sure that there's enough room for visual study on the matter, as he lifts the tab upward and it cuts a drinking hole into it.]

Y'know. Like this. And then you drink from it. You wanna try your own or you want this one?

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sorry for the slow, i fell sick over the weekend

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