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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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[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.]

[ Apollo lifts his head sharply as Alucard approaches - a little too sharply. Like he definitely hadn't been caught napping just then, nope. Definitely not. But it's Alucard, and Apollo knows he wouldn't really judge. Apoll gives him a weary smile and waves a dismissive hand. ]

Oh - fine, fine.

[ Just about. He falters a little and adds: ]

Well. Pretty sure I could do with a week on a sunny island somewhere in the Pacific, cocktail in hand. But fine considering their circumstances.

[ His gaze snags on the bat and his expression transforms in to one of surprise. ]

Who's your friend?

[Alucard is absolutely the last person who is going to judge, considering his own issues passing out at inconvenient times.]

It appears many of us could do with rest after this is over with. Though I wish the sun was more to your favor.

[Even if it would be unfortunate for Alucard, but he would rather see Apollo well.

Upon the question, he holds out his hand for the bat, who climbs into his waiting palm.]

She is a familiar I found on the station. I named her Charlotte.

Charlotte, this is Apollo. He is a friend and is of no threat to me.

[She squeaks, peering suspiciously at Apollo over Alucard's fingers.]

[ Forcing himself to at least look more awake, he pushes himself up to his feet. Gravity seems to want to drag him back down to a comfortable sprawl but for now he battles to stay upright as he inspects the small creature Alucard holds in his hand.

Christ, why are there so many animals on board? Apollo can't help but find it weirdly disturbing. There's no way that having live, loose animals on board is ever going to work well. But Charlotte is cute, at least. He hunches his shoulders a little as he bends to look more closely. ]

You're talking to her... [ He observes hesitantly, gaze flicking from the bat to Alucard and back again. ] Can she... understand you?

Of course. [Alucard tilts his head, at first forgetting that the concept of a familiar may not be one Apollo is familiar with.]

She isn't just an animal. She's a being of magic. She can heed my commands and understand them.

[ That's weird, thinks the guy who absorbs sunlight. But outwardly Apollo nods sagely, as if it all made perfect sense. A magical bat. In space. Of course. ]

Hi Charlotte, [ He says to the bat, quite solemnly, before straightening up and returning his attention back to Alucard. Alucard looks just as exhausted as the rest of them; maybe even more so. ]

Are you okay? You look like you should probably sit down. Or maybe have one of your famous power naps?

[Charlotte gives Apollo a suspicious gaze a moment longer before it softens. She squeaks once more before crawling to head back into Alucard's impressive mane.]

Hm. [Alucard lets out a dry laugh, but he does slowly kneel down before he leans his head against the wall.] I imagine I will be exhausted for a long time yet. But this is necessary.

I think with enough effort, we will be successful.

[They have to be.]

After this is done, I will sleep for a few days. That should be... [Never enough.] Adequate.

[ Dismayed by just how tired Alucard actually is, Apollo kneels beside him as he sinks to the floor. Okay, he hadn't quite meant sit down right here but that's probably more about Alucard's state of exhaustion than his interpretation of Apollo's words. ]

Hey, maybe we should get you back to your cabin? [ Apollo's concerned gaze sweeps him up and down. ] I'd carry you but... I think that would cause more damage...

[There's a small wince as Apollo approaches, but there isn't anything further. He can tolerate the sun and the light Apollo gives off.]

No. I would rather wait until the door is open before I retire.

But I appreciate your offer, of course. I want to see this through.

[ 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.

[It can't be helped, but he does have a brief moment of feeling guilty. It's unfortunate, but Apollo is a being who absorbs the sunlight, one of the things that can truly harm Alucard. He doesn't want to be apart, necessarily.]

Oh? [He smiles wryly at that, and Charlotte perks up at the sound of her name. When she squeaks, she may very well be affirming Apollo's statement.]

Well. I'll keep it in mind, then.

[Affectionately, he rubs his thumb over Charlotte's head.] Apollo. Do you suppose that there will be a way for us to find our paths back to our homelands?

Definitely. And if there isn't a path, we'll forge one of our own.

[ Even exhausted as he is, Apollo doesn't give in to doubt. Not about going home. It's the one reserve that will never be depleted: his bloody-minded determination that everyone will find their way home, one way or another.

He leans his head back, back against the glass window, and gives Alucard a sidelong look. ]

Are you worried about it?

Constantly.

[The dhampir cups Charlotte into his hands, and he closes his eyes, frowning deeply.]

I have ten months to return home before the worst is to come. I fear not that we won't be able to go home, but rather I will not go home in time.

[ Ten months? Apollo frowns, confused by what could be happening in ten months time. Especially when he's fairly sure that they're not all taken from the same point in time. He's silent for a moment as he thinks it over, then: ]

In time for what?

If I do not arrive back at home in time, then humanity in Wallachia will be wiped out.

[ Apollo's expression transforms in to one of alarm. ]

Uh, why?

[ You can't just say that and not explain, Alucard!! ]

[why not!!]

I will try to summarize, best as I can.

[Alucard is one who sleeps often, obviously, yet somehow upon this topic he looks all the more exhausted.]

My father is Vlad Dracula Ţepeş. A few months ago, he's gone mad with grief and has declared he would kill all humans in my home country. Ten months from now, his demon army will arrive and no human will be spared.

There is no promise he will even stop at Wallachia. He could destroy the rest of humanity in the world, I believe.

So I must go home, as soon as I can. I must be prepared to kill my father.

[ He stares in horrified silence for a moment, before a frown begins to cloud his usually sunny features. There is so much (so much) to unpick in what Alucard's just said that for a few long seconds Apollo can only mutely try to process it. His brain, already foggy from the side-effects of the door, slowly begins to pull itself together as he asks: ]

Dracula... as in, the Dracula?

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.

[ 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.

[ 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?

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