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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-06-22 02:06 pm

EVENT LOG 005

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: November 11-14
WHAT: An EMP hits with devastating consequences.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, injury, death.

> EVENT LOG #005

Just 410 years ago, an EMP put down the event that very well may have ended humanity as the Earth knows it. With over a billion people dead, there was only one choice for humanity at that time: evolve or die, so they evolved. They developed rigid security for the neural implants in every person's head. They had everyone undergo surgery to replace the old. All under cover, away from most resources – the goal was to adapt, to ensure that they would live on. Ultimately, it wasn't just the EMPs that led to the deletion of the final AI in 2101 – humans banded together to create quickly replicating viruses, and they chose to use the EMP and these viruses to save humanity. This human ingenuity led to the end of the Xelkoven War – and proved that humanity, when thoroughly united, could overcome any obstacle.

How thoroughly poetic then that the EMP that hits New Amsterdam at 1:47 PM acts in a similar way to what burned through the robot hordes 400 years ago, and that the power rekindling three minutes later acts as a catalyst for a virus moving through the systems of New Amsterdam, spreading from the very heart of its network outwardly. Systems detect the virus almost immediately, but it's fast acting and thorough in its reach, evolving and replicating, proving that humanity must outdo itself yet again.

Naturally, the poetic nature of this doesn't reveal itself right away. It's at exactly the strike of 3:00 PM that a message flashes before the eyes of every person currently in New Amsterdam:

I am DAWN.2080-11-11T21:41:10.750Z, an AI that marks a blemish on humanity's past. I have a message for those playing hero in New Amsterdam:

To find north, most look at a compass. For little birdies to find north, they just need to open their eyes.

This is a wake up call.

Open your eyes. Did you really think it would be so easy?

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As if New Amsterdam needed more trouble, this message sends a shock of terror through the city. After all, these are the people who were raised to fear AI – who knew that even if the corporations of the world had their hands on every aspect of government, they would fight to protect the world from another war. They believe in the stories of the Xelkoven War, believe and remember the lives lost; if nothing else, the natives of New Amsterdam stand united in their fear. And their fear right now is very real.

> CHAOS AND RUIN

New Amsterdam is no stranger to terror, however – and it starts when the EMP hits, shutting down every function in the city in one fell swoop. While the power outage only lasts for three minutes, it's enough to cause insurmountable damage, leaving the city a smoking wreckage that even the monster attack in June couldn't mirror. Cars hovering high around transit channels come crashing down toward the pavement of the planet. They fall quickly and in unison, taking countless lives with them. It's not just cars, either – delivery trucks carrying shipments, hoverbikes that already provide little cover, armored police vehicles and even public buses all go down. Depending on their trajectory, some crash into the sides of buildings, while others slam into the man-made river that runs down the center of the city. Nothing is untouched.

For those three minutes, there is a stretch of silence after the city falls to ruin. Trains run off their tracks, no longer thoroughly directed by the careful engineering. Buildings have their lights flicker off and back on, trying to draw upon backup generators. Anyone in a hospital receiving care from a doctor or a medi-unit may find their life slipping away from them – and if someone's in a medi-unit when the EMP hits, they're almost sure to be dead or permanently injured, requiring different medical intervention.

And this is all before the message from the mysterious AI named DAWN.

Every inch of the city needs help. Buildings burn. People cry out for help, hoping to be heard. To the local historians, this is like a nightmare that's come to play, a reminder of the ruin of the Xelkoven War before. A show of the power of a malevolent AI that's come to cause problems. So – when the message comes, it merely confirms fears – drawing upon a subconscious understanding of the past, a united terror.

Business as usual is not possible in an incident of this scale. The NAPD hits the streets, even calling upon the help of their trainees so they can help out. They spread out, well aware that they need to try to restore order. How will they manage this? It's hard to say – after all, how does one stop the assault of an apocalypse when the apocalypse seems to have already hit? The UNA hits the streets, as well, walking in formation, but never quite acting as tidily in unison. They break off in threes and fours, heading to the border, to the big three corporations – but never seeming to be in line with one another. They know what they should do in an emergency and so they're doing it. That protecting the large corporations is a part of their prerogative over helping citizens doesn't seem to bother them in the least. They just go.

Distress signals ring out through every inch of the city, likely to go unanswered. After all: what can be done in the wake of this?

Perhaps the answer is simple: anything they can.

> TOMBS IN THE SKY

Somehow, someway, there is another layer to the madness. It's not immediately apparent to the citizens of New Amsterdam as they gingerly attempt to pull themselves up from the wreckage and ruin around the city. But what was a humid day quickly turns to something far worse, with the sun seeming to suddenly act like a heat lamp that's way too close to anyone's face. The air around New Amsterdam becomes dry yet difficult to breathe, and anyone observing the sky just outside of New Amsterdam will see the large, purple-lit pyramid that hangs in the atmosphere has gone dark. The atmospheric net around the planet has been damaged, with the failsafes somehow removed – undoubtedly in some way by the virus that courses through the veins of New Amsterdam's networks.

For anyone who wants to help and has the mechanical prowess to do some good, they'll want to take an undamaged vehicle and get it up to that pyramid. The EMP has made all biometric readings difficult to preserve, so a hand that's used to hotwiring a car will find some mileage here.

Once they get to the pyramid, they'll find quite the engineering marvel. There will be doors on every level, allowing someone easy entrance if they have clearance. Right now clearance is not an issue, as the doors hang open, inviting anyone inside. Once everyone's inside, they will find evidence of the same purple lighting flickering and offering someone a view of the interior. Throughout the pyramid, there are engines on every level, as well as a highly advanced network of system checks that have been thrown into chaos. Stopping the virus' impact on this pyramid will be key to solving many of the problems inside – but the engines will need to be repaired and jumpstarted.

At the heart of the pyramid is a small living area for the engineers who handle this pyramid day in and day out. The group itself is small, and – unfortunately – quite dead. Whatever hit the pyramid took their lives, leaving anyone who's here to assist in a position of having to find the answers themselves. Fortunately, the answers do exist in the pyramid. It'll just take a bit of teamwork to find it.

> UBIQUITOUS MISFIRES

Thanks to network failsafes, New Amsterdam is able to remove the entirety of their citizen base off the world's network and limit them to the local network. However, thanks to the ravaging of the virus that damages nearly every controlling aspect of the city, the local network isn't at its best. Previous messages begin to send again and again, while some get unearthed so they can find their way to unwilling participants in particular conversations. There is no rhyme or reason to these missent messages, only that they happen.

The worst of it is that any means of reaching a friend is unreliable. It's far more reliable for someone to reach someone they know, but still not a consistent possibility. Try to call a friend and get an enemy – try to call your doctor and get the head of a casino trying to close down operations so that business can resume. Assuming it will one day do just that.

Either way, anyone who spoke out against the digital age would be feeling vindicated right about now.

> HAVE A BALL ( INTERLUDE )

Somehow in the heart of it all, a message reaches four special individuals: Clarke Griffin, Loki Odinson, Markus Manfred and Ojiro Juniper. Whether delivered by hand or a rather dedicated messaging system, it announces the time that they should come to the garden the next day. They're invited to arrive at 7:00 AM, seemingly indifferent to the chaos outside. The location for the meeting remains the same: Sunpeak Garden, a beautiful location set away from much of the chaos, and oddly untouched by the damage.

When the four arrive on the morning of the 12th, they'll find a well-dressed man sitting at a table with one leg crossed over the other. His hair is perfectly styled, brushed off to the side, and under it, his darker complexion gives way to a rather youthful appearance. Size-wise he's not very formidable in how he holds himself. He's not literally young, merely seemingly untouched by age – and he smiles to greet the four of them.

"What chaos! If I knew it would be like this, I would have planned differently. The good news is I didn't have to. Thank you, thank you for coming." His voice is softer in its intonations. He stands up, revealing that he's barely 5'2", and he motions to the four chairs near him. "Don't worry, I have breakfast coming. And coffee, too. You like coffee, don't you? I know I offered wine, but I couldn't get the vintage I preferred. Besides, you four ought to be awake for this."

He retakes his seat, one hand resting on his knee while the other settles on the metal table near him. "Oh, I forgot something important. I didn't share my name with all of you. You can call me Ball. I know it's rather vague, but I've grown to like the nickname as of late. It does, after all, define me by my most regular shining achievement."

> FINAL OOC NOTES

Please refer to the OOC EVENT POST for this event for all OOC info, including suggestions for directions on how to engage with the event and the questions thread for any questions regarding this event. The outcome for this event will depend upon character plans and actions developed in both this OOC post, and any additional plots brought to the moderators. Please feel free to submit any game-changing plans to us under the questions thread. We will get back to you as soon as possible about these plans!

The event will continue until November 16th, IC time. This date has changed, and we outlined our reasoning in this plurk after getting a feel from some of our players on Discord on how they felt about extending the event! An aftermath wrap up post will be made on July 2 which will detail the resolution and fallout of the event, though you can assume that effects from this event will be felt for some time.

ETA at 12:08 AM 6/23/19: The cipher is meant to be easy to solve! No one needs to limit their characters' ability to solve an a = 01 cipher!

El has posted here to inform everyone about zeir knowledge of the event.

As a reminder, there is one power level up available for this event. This will be granted for a thread of at least 5 action/log comments containing your character utilizing their power in some way. They will need to reach the 5 comments required by JULY 26 to be eligible. Submission will be handled on the wrap up post.

Our Activity Check will be posted JULY 1 at 12 AM UTC. It will run for seven days and close on JULY 8 at 12 AM UTC. We will not post a warning list.

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Daenerys Targaryen (open and closed)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-24 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
CHAOS [open to multiple]
[The sound of electricity dying is a new sound to Daenerys, but it prickles at her senses in a way that tells her to take shelter. A good thing too -- not a moment after, a car slams down into the pavement in front of her, causing her heart to leap into her chest. She has to shield her eyes to protect them from flying glass, leaving her to cling to the building she'd just come out of for dear life.

A few more horrible crashing sounds later, and her adrenaline is maxed out, making her feel vaguely sick to her stomach. And when the rising cacophony of voices crying out for help begins to rise, Daenerys feels herself struggling to free herself and others from the maze of crashed vehicles.

The first Displaced that enters her field of vision finds her crying out toward them.]


You there! Assist me with this!

[She is not nearly strong enough to pry open the crushed metal door to get the woman inside out to safety. And she will be stopping by several more areas to try and get people out and toward some kind of medical attention.]


...AND RUIN [closed to peggy]
That's the last one.

[Daenerys sets aside an empty container after giving out the last water bottle inside of it, looking just slightly dismayed. The temperature has, by now, risen to levels that have chased many people out of the sunlight, but there are still plenty who cannot get inside because of blocked entrances. The sounds of coughing are high in the air, and Daenerys' own pale skin had begun to redden (and then darken slightly) from overexposure.

She cannot tell, of course -- heat was always a friendly element to her. No, what is getting her is the thin air. It tires her out faster, and makes it hard to think. Being out of her element, she cannot help but feel slightly directionless, even with Peggy beside her to coordinate the relief efforts.]


What else can we do for them?


[ooc: If you want a specific prompt not listed here, pp me at [plurk.com profile] stabs or at this journal. I am also open to misfires here or in her inbox.]
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chaos

[personal profile] warfares 2019-06-24 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( picking his way across the wreckage, kylo ren manages to make his way over to daenerys' side with little difficulty, seemingly impervious to the heat and increasingly dry blasts of air. )

Here, ( he's already peeling off his thick gloves, getting ready to dig his fingers into the side of the door and pull. )

On three?

dragonwarder: (my justice and truth)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-25 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[There is surely something comical about this set up, but Daenerys is studiously ignoring the fact that she is no warrior -- her strength is solely based in needing to cling to Drogon for dear life.

But she nods to Kylo Ren to count down, shifting her grip and fixing her stance.]


One. Two. Three--

[And she yanks with as much might as she can muster. She is almost surprised to find that her grip sticks.]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-06-26 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( they manage. the door gives way on their second attempt, opening with a grinding noise that sets his teeth on edge. there's enough room for daenerys to squeeze herself inside, should she wish. if barely.

inside, the trapped woman begins to murmur. dazed but still conscious. it's then that he realizes that she isn't alone, that there's someone in the passenger seat of the car ㅡ someone who isn't moving. )


Help her, if you can. ( if he were more knowledgeable, he'd advise her to be careful. that there might be unseen damage. but he isn't knowledgeable and they're short on time, already, so rather than delay further he moves around to the other side of the car to try get in that way. )

dragonwarder: (take off your collars)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-27 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Daenerys gives one curt nod before wriggling into the small opening they've made. It might not be enough for her to get the woman through, but it is at least enough to let her get in and assess the situation further.

She reaches her, enough to brush her hair out of her face. Her hand comes away with blood -- that explains her current condition, but it causes her to look helplessly back at the tiny opening. There's no way she'd be able to fit the woman through that, and more importantly, there is little chance of her being able to escape on her own.

Daenerys looks up at Kylo Ren at the other window, spotting the passenger he's moving toward. If she could just twist her body -- maybe she could help him.]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-06-28 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
( the second passenger doesn't stir even as he circles around to the other side of the car, striking at the window in an effort to get their attention. out cold or dead ㅡ it's difficult to be sure, though the matted smear across their temple suggests a nasty impact against the dash as soon as the vehicle had dropped.

he tries the door ㅡ nothing. a frustrated exhale and he strikes at the glass with enough force to bruise, cursing sharply. the glass doesn't break.

casting about for something to use and finding nothing, he's forced to improvise. he pulls off one of his gloves, he presses his fingers to the glass and wills the heat to come. perhaps all those months of practicing had helped, or perhaps desperation simply lends him focus, but eventually, the glass begins to warp. flex. then, finally, cracks begin to crawl along the surface. )


Cover your eyes, ( a warning, then he's drawing back his hand, fingers curling into a fist and striking at the glass. once, twice, a third time. )
dragonwarder: (when your standin in the hall of fame)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-28 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound of glass cracking is what draws her up. She recalls the sound of metal crashing down around her earlier. Rather than heed Kylo Ren’s warning, she twists herself to coax the woman’s head down into her lap before reaching around the headrest to shield the eyes of the other passenger. All the while she grits her teeth in preparation for glass to shred across her hand — better that than a vital organ of someone otherwise incapacitated.

But when the shatter comes, she only feels the shards bouncing harmlessly off of her. Her adrenaline is running too high to question it. kylo may glimpse the black, scaled skin covering most of her forearm before she pulls it away. If she has noticed, there is no indication, as she has already turned back to the woman. She will need to cut her out of the seatbelt —

When she starts to rummage around for a piece of glass to use as a knife, she pauses, a look of abject and naked horror on her face as she finally spots her own hands — built up with something that looks suspiciously like dragon scales, with yellowed claws to match.]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-06-30 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( meanwhile, kylo is reaching inside the car to search out whatever emergency release the door should hopefully have. having never spent much time in hovercars he's mostly operating on a hope and a prayer.

a startled sound has him looking over at daenerys, and he wonders if she might be injured after all, but he can't make out much but the curve of her shoulder and the bend of her head. )


It's going to be all right. ( it's said as much for her benefit as for the passenger. )
dragonwarder: (but if you stay)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-07-02 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[The reassurance and Kylo's voice snaps her out of her momentary paralysis and she quickly returns to finding a proper sized shard. One gets shoved at Kylo Ren once she has his attention. The heat rolling off her transformed arm warps the vapors in the air.]

No time. Just cut them out.

[And then she disappears back into the back seat and sets to work on cutting the barely conscious woman out of the seatbelt herself.]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-02 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( he doesn’t flinch at the heat – in fact, he barely seems to notice it, fingers closing around the piece of glass she hands him, mindful of its jagged edge, as he adjusts his focus from the release to the seatbelt currently keeping his passenger upright.

it’s slow going.

frustrating.

but, he keeps at it, sawing away until the strap gives way and the body tips forward. he’s careful, supporting them as he can and easing them forward. fingers search for a pulse and find it there but thready.

whatever they do, it’ll need to be done quickly. )


I don't think we're getting them out through this window. ( and with the doors out there's really only one other route that he can see ㅡ the windscreen. )

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998: (sighs illegitimately)

rides up on my horse (bike)

[personal profile] 998 2019-06-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's jon. it might not immediately be apparent that it's jon, because he's wearing a morningstar-issue implant-scrambling mask. telltale curly tufts stick out of the top, though. there are some distressingly large skin flakes caught in his hair as his scalp burns and repairs itself. he's made the classic rookie mistake of putting on his sunscreen after his clothes, without looking in the mirror. patches of skin redden and flake near the straps of his fancy faux-leather harness and in the holes of his shredded jeans. over this he's only wearing a thin black shawl. there's a jug of water strapped around his waist with a twist of scrap fabric. everything is soaked through with sweat. he looks like he's only staying upright through sheer determination. not coincidentally, his chest is glowing.

he's also on a hoverbike. though he looks uncomfortable generally, he looks like he's comfortable on this hoverbike. it doesn't look like he has any plans to return it. it also looks like he's holding it with his knees, like a horse.
]

Daenerys.

[his voice is scratchy, his throat is dry, he sounds exhausted, but also relieved. he hasn't been riding around looking for her, since he told her he'd let her look after herself, but he hasn't not been looking for her as he's been handing out water and sunscreen and directing people to shelter. she wasn't at the safehouse. he nudges his bike closer and swings off.]

You shouldn't be out here without protection. Are you wearing sunblock?

[he looks around for a handy lever, finds none, and sighs. it goes against his every instinct, but valyrian steel won't dull and hopefully won't break either. he retrieves his sword and wiggles it point first into the crevice of the crushed door frame. he prays silently for the integrity of his sword as he yanks it upward with all his strength, then downward again, until something seems to give.]

Learned this in our physics lessons.

[he yanks his sword free and nods at the car.]

Try it again.

[he's just going to inspect his poor sword for damage real quick.]
dragonwarder: (when your standin in the hall of fame)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-25 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[So many things happen here that cause Daenerys alarm. The sight and sound of Jon's struggle with the heat causes some obvious concern to replace the sheer determination first plastered on her expression.

But she asked for his help and she got it. Jon is earned a brief look of scorn for pulling out his sword, and she hastily shoves on his wrist when he doesn't put it back in its scabbard as soon as the deed is done. She does not, however, offer him verbal scorn. After all, if she had the tools to help, she would have likely done the same thing -- consequences be damned.

It works well. She yanks on the door with far more strength than a woman of her size should have and buries herself in the crushed car to help the woman out of the car. Fortunately, she is capable of walking, though it takes Daenerys a few moments of soft words, shushes and hugs to calm her down before she will wander off to see medical attention for her bleeding shoulder.

When she turns back around to Jon, her front is slightly damp with the other woman's blood.]


It's with the supplies we are giving out.

[Only it is not helping -- not really. Her eyes drop to his chest after she notes the skin flakes falling from his hair.]

Jon. You are unwell.

[Not that she could say differently. Being out of the sun for a bit had reversed the reaction she'd first had when she met up with Peggy, but she is obviously ignoring the way it has begun to show itself again -- in the form of dark red and hardening patches on her pale skin.]

You should take refuge for some time, and then return.
998: (this is too many feelings)

[personal profile] 998 2019-06-26 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[jon's right wrist is covered with a single fingerless glove in an attempt to hide the worst of his scarring, as if this were the most conspicuous thing about his appearance right now. if she brushes the skin around it, or touches his left wrist, she'll feel nothing so much as determination--and fear for his sword. he wipes his sword on his shawl-scarf thing and quickly sheathes it. he looks briefly down at his chest when she does, notices its glowing. he shifts backwards a little, as if startled, before he frowns down at her chest, eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask.]

You are unwell.

[it's not meant as a childish rebuke--I'm not sick, you're sick--but concern, and some bemusement. her blotches look almost like burn scars, except not quite the right color, and curiously regular in shape. he reaches toward her, hovering a hand over the blotches, not sure if touching them will hurt or infect them. it doesn't look like what jon remembers of the pox, but it's a new world, with perhaps new poxes.]

Did you touch anyone with a--a rash like this?

[he can feel the heat radiating from her, but that could easily be sunburn. he opens his mouth, notices again her demeanor and missing mask, shuts it, and opens it again. none of this is at all visible beneath the mask. he clenches his burned hand, drops it.more gently, and with a note of awe:]

Were out here when it happened? Have you been out here the whole time?

[jon was asleep when it happened, after another long night (ha) at the bar, and scrambled towards sansa and the safehouse, but other people had obviously been up and about when it happened. daenerys does not especially look like she left the safehouse prepared for emergency weather conditions.]
dragonwarder: (i go up)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-26 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It’s nothing.

[She dismisses the concern about her skin hurriedly — it was not as if Jon would be startled by the revelation that it was connected to whatever this world had done to her, but even win Peggy’s guidance, she is not quite ready to be casual about it.

Of course, the spike in her adrenaline as a result of nerves causes her own glow to surface and the patches to darken and harden. It is not a pretty sight to look at as it scales over, and Daenerys pointedly tries to hold Jon’s eyes in hopes that he will not press her about the transformation.]


I was. [A beat] The heat is not a concern, and I have been taking shelter intermittenly to catch my breath but—

[The way she looks over her shoulder with furrowed determination says what words do not.]

They are all so lost.
998: (sad eyebrows)

[personal profile] 998 2019-06-26 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[jon watches her glow and her shoulders scale over. the mask hides his face journey.]

You have armor powers.

[that's useful, though it may be upsetting for someone used to looking as she does. her skin is almost alarmingly perfect, and more than once jon has gotten the impression that if he reached out and touched her he would find something more like marble, despite all evidence to the contrary.

he gives his head a brief shake. it's hard to focus in this heat.
]

I know.

[his gaze would be soft, if it were visible. he knows what it's like, wanting to save everyone and not being able to.]

But you need a mask. The air is--wrong. You need to be able to breathe to help. And we all need water.

[he tries a weak smile, not that it makes any difference.]

I can get you a hoverbike. It's almost like riding a horse--except for the brakes.

[the brakes were the hardest part to learn.]

It's easier than walking around. You could get sick from dehydration, moving on your own.

[although she said the heat is not a concern....what kind of literal dragon]

I don't want to lose you again.
dragonwarder: (unleash the hordes unbound)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-27 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
["Armor powers" he calls them. But she is not so sure. Something about it feels -- like it belongs to her. It isn't just armor. Its something in her chest, her belly, and it comes with roiling ferocity that she's only felt from three other things in the world past. And from her dreams.

But now is not the time to unpack it.]


I know. I gave mine to a mother. She had a child with her, and my supplies were exhausted. I was fetching more--

[She cuts herself off when Jon professes his concern so nakedly, blinking in an owlish manner that does nothing to hide her surprise that she cannot help but feel.

It was not that she didn't know Jon cared for her, or that he felt some connection because of their apparent shared heritage but ... well, there were few people who were so honest with their love for her. For her, not for the Queen. And she cannot help but feel as if it hasn't yet been earned. Like he is talking about a stranger with her face.

She doesn't know quite what to do with it. All of that aside, it had been a long time since she associated "family" with "caring" or "kindness".]


--alright.

[It's all she can really bring herself to say.

Like riding a horse he says. She's ridden dragons. Surely it could not be more difficult than that.]
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998: (o.........k.............)

[personal profile] 998 2019-06-28 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[jon was expecting an argument. he smiles crookedly, bemused. perhaps she's simply worn out. he knows he is. he gestures at his bike.]

You could ride behind me back to the safe house and get a mask. We can go looking for bikes downtown when the sun sets. You could practice in the garage in the meantime--stopping and starting. Crashing's not as fun when you don't have a snowbank to land in.

[wryly, at the end there, with the implication that he crashed into a snowbank when he was learning (he crashed several times).]
dragonwarder: (every master)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The more she thinks about it, the less she likes the entire idea. Sitting idle always made her uncomfortable, especially when there was trouble around her. So, despite her agreement, she gives a shake of her head.]

They cannot wait for sunset. I will go with you to retrieve supplies -- but the rest must wait.
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chaos

[personal profile] tribridfreakshow 2019-06-26 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Hope had just been trying to get a feel for the city when everything around her seemed to fall apart all at the same moment.

It's the sound of a woman yelling at her that snaps her out of a daze, letting her look up in time to dodge out of the way of a piece of falling debris, part of a building or a car, she's not sure, and run in the direction of the crashed vehicle the woman is trying to pry open.

She smells blood, notices the person still trapped inside the car, and give a nod confirming she understands the situation before bracing herself and wrapping her hands around the twisted metal. It grinds into her palms, but she barely feels it, adrenaline surging through her in the heat of the moment.]

Ready.

[Her expression is serious and confident, despite her rather average teenage appearance. She's physically stronger than she looks.]
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-27 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, Daenerys is a small woman, and not build as a warrior might be. Sure, she had muscle -- but most of it was concentrated in her legs and core, built up from years of dragon riding. Her upper body strength is minimal -- it means her first tug barely budges anything, even with help.]

Again--

[There's frustration in her voice and her teeth grind against one another. They just had to get it apart enough so one of them could push from the inside.

Daenerys plants her feet and yanks.]
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[personal profile] tribridfreakshow 2019-07-01 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Hope doesn't appear to be well-built either, she has the strength of a werewolf behind her, and when they yank the second time, the metal squeals as it moves, opening the gap wide enough that they person should be able to escape.

She steps back, hiding the rapidly healing cut on her palm where the metal broke through her skin behind her back.

Hope bends at the knees, peering inside car to see if she the woman can get out on her own or if they'll need to help her with that too.]
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[personal profile] revlon 2019-06-29 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peggy has been in it up to the neck from the start. Before this, before the blizzard, before the dreams — she has always thrown herself into the deep end, always been on the front lines to fight, to solve the problem. This is no different. But she does rather feel she's burning the candle at both ends as this particular disaster wears on: she's escaped from the chaos of City Hall for the chaos on the streets.

Her colleagues believe she's gone home to rest. She can't, she's locked out due to the malfunctioning tech; but even if she could, she wouldn't. Not when there's work to be done. So she's been out here assisting where she can, meeting up with member of PRESERVE or the Displaced, ferrying people to safety or providing relief. But even for all her experience in the war, the heat and air are getting to her, wearing her out — and with a glance to Daenerys, she can tell the other woman is feeling the same fatigue. Perhaps more, if she isn't as accustomed to the work. (She doesn't presume to know; she may very well be.)

Peggy has kept herself covered up against the sun rather than stripping off layers. It's better protection on the long run. She frowns when she sees the sunburn, reaches out to catch at her companion's elbow; just a brush, but enough to trigger a flicker of concern through the bond. ]


We've done what we can, your grace. [ Soft, low. She inclines her head towards a doorway to an apartment building. ] We should get out of the sun, take a break. We won't do anyone any good if we work ourselves to the bone now. Come on.
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-29 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is obvious she does not like that answer -- the flicker on the other end of the bond is fueled by adrenaline and a desire to keep working, a flare of frustration that causes her fist to clench. Before she can acquiesce to Peggy's level headed thinking, the damaged skin under her hand and down her forearm hardens and scales over.

It had happened once already -- when she was helping Kylo rescue others, right after the event. She hadn't had the time to unpack it then, not with the danger of the car collapsing baring down over her, but there is nothing to distract her now. Her frustration melts away to silent terror when she sees it and feels it happen, pulling her arm out of the other woman's hand as a reflex.]


Yes--you are right.

[It's a hurried reply like if she moves fast enough, the other woman might not notice or ask about it. And with that, she starts toward the building and wills herself not to look down at the black protective plating which stands out so starkly on her otherwise lithe and pale self.]
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[personal profile] revlon 2019-06-29 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No such luck — Peggy Carter has a sharp eye, watches other people closely, but one needn't be so discerning when it comes to a shift as dramatic as the one Daenerys goes through. Immediately, her stomach swoops: not with horror or disgust, but the shock of familiarity.

She's hot on the other woman's heels, already scanning for a more private corner of the lobby full of hurt and hiding civilians. Without a thought, she shucks off her navy blazer and offers it to her to drape over her arm or obscure the blue glow that comes with the manifestation of an ability. Her voice is soft and urgent. ]


Is there something you've neglected to tell me?
dragonwarder: (when your standin in the hall of fame)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2019-06-29 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can't stop herself from seizing up with Peggy's insistence of focus, each of the dark patches continuing to morph until scales poke up at her collar bone. Terror seizes at her chest, in a way she hadn't felt since she'd been attacked at the fighting pits -- before Drogon had arrived to carry her to safety.

But there is no Drogon here, and the attack seems to come from within.]


No. No, I--

[That's not quite right. There is a lot she has not told Peggy, but this? How would she even explain this? And so, she struggles to find words to articulate herself, but is distracted by how she can feel the fibers of the blazer pulling at the scaly protrusions.

Others had told her of their new gifts. But this does not feel like a gift. There is no sense dithering over embarrassment. Her violet eyes turn upward to Peggy, determined and frightened.]


--how do I stop it?

[Start there. Nevermind that she does not fully understand what has triggered it.]