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

[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??

[charlieoscar]

He blinks, twice, then snorts.

"Aliens. Makes a plague seem rather mundane."

[oorah]

"A plague?" Um, no, that's definitely not in the realm of mundane for Frank either. Jesus Christ. "I was overseas when it happened, but boy did I get an earful when I got back."

[charlieoscar]

"The Red Flu. That's what we called it."

Something flashes across his face, darkening the blue of his eyes. Then he breathes again and it eases - like an old injury, barking at the hint of rain.

"It happened before - the Black Plague, Spanish Flu... you'd have thought we'd have been better prepared." But Dr. Scott had still had to fight to carry on her research. Just her and Quincy. "...Aliens though, that'd be new."

[oorah]

"Shit."

That's all he's got. His eyes lock on Mike's, expression sympathetic and deep.

"Yeah, for us too. Well, sorta. I guess there are... realms? The whole thing's Latin to me, okay."

[charlieoscar]

It was a fair response. His own had been similar. That, and a instinctive, knee-jerk denial that hadn't truly abated until he'd seen it himself. Seen the bodies, bloated and red.

"Continuation of a theme, huh?" he says, trying to bring back some humor. He gestures vaguely at everything around them. "This is all nuts. I thought I was tripping again at first."

[oorah]

His eyebrows shoot up- "Again?"

[charlieoscar]

"Spiked tea," he says bemusedly. "I'm pretty sure she meant well, but--" He breaks off and shrugs. "Long story."

[oorah]

"She?" he asks, one eyebrow shooting wayyyy up. But okay, David drugged him and it was kind of a sweet moment. Maybe he gets it. Sorta. "I don't see our days here getting any shorter, do you, sailor? " He's like a kid, okay. STORYTIME STORYTIME.

[charlieoscar]

His expression goes dry. "Not like that. I didn't even know her. I'd been stabbed and she--"

And that wasn't really helping, was it? He sighs and backs the story up.

"It was a mission. After the team split up, I got tagged and was being tracked. I had to hide so I ducked into a house and..." Things got fuzzy there. "Passed out. When I came too there was a woman. Instead of turning me over for breaking in and bleeding all over her sofa, she patched me up. Then she offered me this tea. I didn't know at the time that Nostos, this narcotic weed, was popular with the natives."

[oorah]

That actually gets a smile out of him, listening intently to the end. There's something nostalgic hiding within the words, almost familiar.

"Sounds like a good time." Or a bad trip. Same difference, right?

[charlieoscar]

"It was the closest thing to time travel I'd ever known. Places and people I never thought I'd see again...."

The sweetness of his wife's perfume. The softness of Lucas' hair.

Nostalgia so easily slides into grief.

He blinks and shuts it down quickly.

"Until now anyway."

[oorah]

He sees something in Mike's eyes he sees in the mirror every day and it makes the smile drop from his face, eyes sliding down to the floor.

"Yeah, well, something tells me it only gets weirder from here, so I guess we should strap in, huh?"

[charlieoscar]

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

"Hooyah."