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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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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. )

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.

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! ]

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[ hit me up on Discord (shaz#0911) or via PM (this journal) if you want to do anything particular! ]

[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.]

[ 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!
[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?

[ frank crosses his arms over his chest as he looks through the big windows he's looked through a hundred times before. this was the exact spot they were standing when they first met, and it's only been what, six weeks? but so much on the station has changed since then. max slots in between the two men and looks out the window too before sitting back on his haunches and panting cheerfully. ]

Making any progress down there? [ it's soft and low, apollo knows how he feels about attacking the door, but if this works he won't stand in the way. he's probably seen frank flitting around getting people in and out of suits and making sure they're conscious and safe throughout the day. maybe he needed a break from giving people a break, go figure. ]

Edited (i forgot the dog i am a failure to us all) 2018-06-12 16:51 (UTC)

( kaldur is exhausted. he knew to expect it, of course, but expecting it does not make the actual experience of it any less unpleasant, any less encompassing. someone nudges a magboot against his leg, asking him a question, and he tips his head back until it rests against the wall, looking up. it puts the gills on his neck on display even more than usual, but he isn't hiding them. why bother?

tall man. military? he's worked with enough military personnel to recognise the type. )

Maybe some water.

( there are two glasses of water on the floor next him, but he's not touching those. )

[ he nods, noticing the gills and the water, but deciding that can wait. he goes to retrieve him a fresh cup from the supplies that were brought and moves to slide down next to kaldur on the floor before handing it over. his hood is up over his face, but his fresh military haircut can be observed as well as deep bruising around his eyes and cheeks, some yellowing with age and some near vanishing completely. military is a good guess, all told. ]

What's it look like in there? [ he asks softly, his voice gruff but not unkind ]

[When Apollo is retreating back from the door, once again needing to go and recharge after the exhaustive process, a young man steps up from nearby where all those not actively participating were milling about, both rubberneckers and those helping in their own ways alike. He wordlessly holds out a cup of water to Apollo, an offer — "you look like you could use a drink".]

[ 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. ]

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? ]

[Mako shakes her head, offering a small smile back.]

No, thank you. I wouldn't be able to do any damage. I'm here as... support.

[As in, she's going to try to help as much as she can from out here. Having her punch that door won't do much.]

How are you doing?

[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?

[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.]

[ It's true. Raleigh has spent the past month and half feeling completely useless the vast majority of the time, and it sucks. He's helped a couple people individually, sure, but he's not doing much. Not contributing. Honestly, this might not make a difference either -- the door doesn't look or feel any different by the time he's exhausted himself, a fact that has him frowning slightly as he pulls off his helmet and passes it to the next waiting volunteer.

And of course Mako's right there for him, looking worried. He makes an effort to stand a little taller for her, as he unzips his suit. ]

Yeah. I'm okay... unfortunately so's the door, but we'll get it eventually. Can you help me out of this?

[Mako nods, tugging it down for him gently. Once it's around his waist, her fingers brush against his bad shoulder, not sure how much pain he's in.]

Is your arm alright? Are you sure?

[ That's super helpful, thank you Mako. And he's not too proud to lean tiredly against the wall as he gets out of the bottom half of the suit, passing it off as well. He's so damn exhausted right now that just holding it up is an effort. Maybe he should bash doors on a daily basis from now on, if the weakness wasn't so disconcerting it might be good for his insomnia. Mako's prodding is a little painful, but not enough for him to flinch away. He flexes his hand to test if he aggravated anything for real. ]

I wouldn't mind an icepack? Just sitting for a minute will have to do.

[Mako smoothes the suit out, disappearing for a moment to return it back to the pile they've gotten set up. When she returns, her hands go to his shoulders again.]

Sit down. You need a break.

[ Well if she insists. Raleigh drags himself a little farther away from the airlock so they're not blocking anything, then sinks down the wall to sit on the metal flooring. And reaches up for her hand. ]

C'mere. But don't let me pass out on you.

[Mako hesitates for a second, then finally takes his hand, lacing their fingers together and ignoring the way her heart skips a beat. She settles down next to him, close enough for their shoulders to brush.]

You can go to sleep.

[ She's on -- well, the left is technically it's his bad side, but at the moment his right is the bruised one so she's on the better side. He leans into her a little, tilting his head back against the wall to rest. With their luck Frank will come by and give that knowing smirk but Raleigh is too tired to care. ]

Right here in the hall? With that?

[ Even though the airlock, there's the irregular clang of magboots and thunk of bodies hitting the door just around the corner. ]

[She smiles a little, glancing back towards the airlock. It is loud.]

You were worried about passing out.

Might happen. Doesn't mean you should let me.

[ He's teasing -- mostly. At least nodding off against her side wouldn't be as bad as collapsing straight to the floor. ]

What do you hope we'll find past this door?

[She's quiet as she considers that, thumb brushing across his knuckles absentmindedly.]

A way home.

[But that's not entirely realistic and she knows it.]

I hope we find a path to the command deck, and I hope the logs aren't wiped there, too.

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Team Door, ASSEMBLE

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