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actual shounen hero ([personal profile] forcevisions) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-07-26 08:19 am

OPEN PLAYER PLOT: OPERATION LOST BOYS

WHO: Anyone
WHERE: A research outpost not far from New Amsterdam proper
WHEN: November 28
WHAT: The Displaced arrive to save the captured Morningstar agents, including one of their own.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of interrogation/torture, etc.

> DEPARTURE BY TRAIN
Early in the day on November 28th, Prompto and Poe will conspire to get an out-of-service train car onto the same tracks where the Displaced were guided by Cassius earlier this month. By all measures, the train car doesn't look operational. There are telling dents in the side, and it does not appear to be powered on. Yet those involved in the rescue operation already assembled are climbing on board like they know that this is their ride.

Inside, the train is fairly battered. Some of the seats on the far wall seem to have been damaged when the train collided with something during the EMP, and the rattling of the crash took out some of the internal handrails as well.

Once everyone is settled, though, the car begins to move. At the front of the car, Poe uses his power to move the train car on the tracks and out of the city. As they hit a checkpoint, the car doesn't slow down to be inspected; instead, it accelerates and blows right through the barrier, which makes for a pronounced jolt for all the passengers inside.

Once the train is rolling outside of the city limits, the Displaced can grab scrambler masks that have been provided by Morningstar for use in infiltrating the outpost when they arrive. It is imperative, El suggests, that they don't allow their identities to be compromised. They will also remind the Displaced to keep this project under wraps, lest Morningstar as a whole has its operations compromised.

This is a good time to solidify any plans about what to do when the outpost is reached. The train ride won't be especially long, but long enough for some tension to settle over the car.

> INFILTRATE THE OUTPOST
The outpost they arrive at is a less grimy version of what the Displaced saw earlier in November. The interior is almost identical to what was present there, with some wings repurposed as jailing sites. There are bright, fluorescent lights with white walls and a sterile smell throughout. Even cleaned up, these labs do not recognize any of those that the Displaced may have seen in their dreams.

The description below is borrowed from the arrival log for reference:

The building is six stories tall. The first floor has a lobby/waiting area, a cafeteria, and some office spaces. The second floor is the dormitory floor, which is where the employees would usually sleep if they chose to stay at the facility while working rather than returning to the city in between shifts. This is where the new arrivals woke up. Floors three through five are dedicated to lab spaces, which is where the actual research work is usually done. Most of these laboratories are going to be locked, but that won't stop Displaced from breaking into them if they want. Some of the lab rooms also have exam rooms. Displaced will be able to swipe lab equipment and medical supplies, such as syringes, vials/beakers, first aid supplies, scalpels, bandages, multi-lens microscopes, etc. The top floor is dedicated to offices for higher-ranked scientists, so think of it as the C suite. All floors also have bathrooms, of course, and the dormitory wing also has showers.
✦ Notably, this outpost is also empty of scientists. However, stoic soldiers stand guard at every door. These well-armed warriors are with the UNA, who has taken over the outpost. These soldiers are not an easy fight. In the fights with UNA soldiers, PCs might die and need to be revived in New Prague by Morningstar.
DISTRACTION: Some of the PCs may choose to deal with the UNA by attempting to distract them using wit, charm, or apparent helplessness. PCs may search for a way to draw attention away from some of these doors to let others sneak past.

INFILTRATION: Those who sneak past will find the jailing areas similarly guarded, and eventually, stealth and quiet infiltration is no longer an option. Rey and the other Morningstar agents are being held in well-secured cells, and UNA soldiers must be engaged in order to get past them.

✦ Inside the jailing sites, they find the missing agents in terrible shape. These Morningstar operatives have gone through extreme interrogation, and if they can get persuaded to talk sense--or talk at all--they might impart on their rescuers that the subject of that interrogation was most recently about the blue technology. However, most are catatonic, seemingly unaware of who they are or where they are, and some react negatively and violently toward anyone who displays the blue glow in front of them as the result of a conditioned response.
✧ Agents from the September raids will explain that Rey's arrival worsened the interrogation. Some of these agents may admit to confessing that Morningstar started helping a new group that emerged. It was clear in their interrogation that the UNA was not involved in the June firefight because they only then put together that the Displaced were involved in it. They're only aware because they were tasked with cleaning up after it.

✧ Some of the agents taken during the raids will still be resentful of the Displaced, and this will help convince the UNA that the Displaced are separate from Morningstar.
Once the agents are freed, the Displaced can make their way back to the exit of the outpost, where Poe Dameron waits in an armored truck liberated from the UNA. This flying truck is meant to transfer large numbers of UNA soldiers for load-outs, so despite the Displaced and rescued agents' numbers, it will be sufficiently spacious to fit them all. Though it flies, it's smarter to stay low in the interest of staying off trackers on their way to New Prague, where they can hopefully wait out the heat of pursuit by the UNA.

> NEW PRAGUE
When they arrived in New Prague, El contacts local Morningstar agents to escort them to a safehouse. Notably, El will warn the Displaced that no other parts of Morningstar know about zeir identity as an AI. El is hoping that the Displaced will keep their secret, but is more concerned with helping than with keeping them separate from the New Prague Morningstar chapter.

These Morningstar agents will bring the Displaced to an abandoned chain convenience store at the edge of town, Zesco. The convenience store is located near the edge of the city, and it's meant to be a temporary stop. The upper part of the store is just an empty space, though there is a wall where it's clear that there were once icee machines. All of the Morningstar agents will be held under an abandoned convenience store.
✦ The inside of the safehouse is like most safehouses, but since it's meant to be temporary, there aren't any clothes or food in place to help someone out. There will be Morningstar agents who come in to supply these things throughout the stay, showing up about an hour in to help out.
✧ It will be apparent that this safehouse is not one of the ones that's typically used in New Prague, but instead one of the miscellaneous ones that they've had around. Unlike New Amsterdam, most of the safehouses in New Prague weren't compromised. Of course, there is a high likelihood that this safehouse will be decommissioned after all of this.

✧ Notably, the New Prague agents are all quite impressed that the missing New Amsterdam agents were able to be saved at all—previously, NPC Morningstar cells had believed rescue to be impossible.

Anyone who kept their scrambler mask on during the infiltration of the outpost is allowed to leave the safehouse and explore New Prague. Anyone else … can do that if they want, but it's not a good idea! The safehouse won't be fun, but jail will be worse. Please reach out to the mods if you do this.
✦ Beyond the safehouse, New Prague is a large, beautiful city housing around 30 million people. Unlike many of its brethren, it pays homage to the "Old" Prague in a number of ways: there are impractical cobblestone streets, and the architecture adheres to an older, gothic style throughout the city. In fact, there are ordinances that demand the city continues to look as if it harkens to an older past and time. Above all else, New Prague is very green: there are trees everywhere.

Throughout the city, there is a large, man-made river that cuts through to the underground, causing there to be beautiful falls underneath the main city itself. This river is called the New Vitava River, once again paying homage to the Prague of Old. The New Vitava River is maintained to the degree that there is no littering in it, and there are strict local rules about doing anything lewd in it. (That includes using it as a toilet. Don't do that!) There are bridges all over the city to easily cross from one side to another, and all public transit has been constructed to adhere to the river and also offer its citizens views of it on the regular.
✧ The weather here is just as extreme as it is in New Amsterdam, so anyone who's not been checking the news will find that the world really was screwed over by Cassius.

✧ Food throughout the city is just as eclectic as it is anywhere else. Visually, it looks like they want to remember Prague, but culturally, it's just as varied. This isn't an Eastern European city in anything but aesthetic.
> THE RETURN
The train ride back to New Amsterdam will resemble the ride to and from New Tokyo, but it is a considerably shorter trip. There is no stop for the train at New Amsterdam, so they will need to devise a way to get off the train without dying in the process - this will be difficult, but not impossible. This should not be too much of a surprise, as some of the New Prague Morningstar agents will join them on this train ride, and will explain the situation.

Once they're outside the city, these agents will get them back into the city, as they've done this rodeo before. They can sneak in easily through the opening made by Cassius earlier in the month, which if it has been found, has not yet been addressed.
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-28 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
› OUTPOST;

( even having been briefed on what to expect, the outpost manages to catch him off-guard; it’s a large building, six stories in all, and by all accounts swarming with soldiers.

dressed in dark tactical gear, his face concealed by a scrambler mask, kylo ren carries himself with the kind of purpose that promises violence to anyone foolish enough to get in his way. in one hand he carries what could easily be mistaken for a riot baton; a flick of the wrist reveals otherwise, however, as it expands into a staff, its tip carrying an impressive electric charge.

while he won’t actively seek out any soldiers, any that try to stop him will be dealt with quickly and cleanly. the strikes are hard, fast and target the vulnerable points of their armor. starting from the first floor, he’ll work his way up through the labs until he’s able to locate rey.

once he has her, he’ll have to be more cautious. their descent will be slow, as he’ll be unwilling to place her in further risk. anyone willing to help distract any wandering soldiers will be welcome. otherwise, feel free to encounter him at the transport, rey in his arms. )



› NEW PRAGUE;

( so, they survived, much to the shock of the new prague chapter. the safe-house they hole up in reminds him a little too much of the place casper had brought them too in june. with rey settled, he’s encouraged to shower and take a walk, with one of the agents generously offering to find him a set of spare clothes.

he goes, albeit reluctantly. wanders aimlessly until he finds himself in the old town square where he purchases something to eat and a mug of mulled wine. the vendors are helpful in their suggestions of other places he might find interesting, such as exploring the little quarter or taking in the view of the city from the bridge.

mostecká street eats up an impressive chunk of his time, with his purchases running the gamut of food (pastries, teas and blocks of wafer-like treats he’s assured he’ll be dreaming of long after he’s peeled the last one from its wrapper) to liquor and clothing.

it’s almost a shame that they only have the one night. )



› WILDCARD;

( have an idea? hit me up. i'm reachable either here or at [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist if you'd like to plot. otherwise, feel free to encounter kylo wandering the streets of new prague taking snaps, eating food or juggling a collection of purchases. )
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-30 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey!

( the urge to go to her is immediate, of course, if somewhat hampered by the fact that there's a pile of clothes in his arms. women's clothes; all of them in her size, purchased while he'd wandered the city. )

They were meant to tell me when you woke. ( granted, it's understandable why they might have hesitated. since their arrival he'd done nothing but hover, reluctant to leave her side; if they'd given him even a hint of her stirring he would have abandoned what he was doing to come running and, really, what more could he do for her that the medics themselves could not do?

but he's here now and that's what matters. )


C'mon, ( an arm is looped awkwardly around her shoulders, ) back on the cot.
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-30 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's unfair, perhaps, that he's exploiting whatever traces of the compliance drug might linger in her system — and star's only knew what else. )

They said I was hovering.

( they hadn't said it quite as nicely as that, but the sentiment had been clear. that he was getting in their way and that it wouldn't be tolerated.

once she settles on the cot, he'll lay the clothes out in front of her. winter wear in shades of pale blues and greys; a splash of purple, here or there. )


I thought you might like something that hadn't been worn by anyone else. ( and, it turns out, he's pretty terrible at leisure time. )
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-30 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( kylo inclines his head as if to say, "it's nothing, really." except that it's not nothing. nothing between them lacks meaning anymore — if it ever did. )

I brought food, as well.

( obviously. if there's one thing that he can be counted on, it's to find whatever's edible within reach and bring it to her. like a male porg trying to court a mate.

there's every change that she isn't hungry, of course, but with the sheer variety of pastries the city offers, he thought it better to err on the side of caution. )


But it's in the kitchen.
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-31 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
All right. ( there is a time to argue, to insist that she remain behind and rest, and there's a time to concede that he's frankly too tired and too selfish to press her to do the responsible thing.

and she would probably only follow him as soon as his back was turned, anyway. stubbornly determined to keep him in sight when she had so recently thought him just another hallucination conjured from her self-deprived mind. )


But you lean on me, and we take it slowly.

( thankfully, it's not too far of a journey from where they are and everyone is so caught up with the rescued agents that nobody is likely to pass comment. )

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[personal profile] realists 2019-07-29 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she hadn't died, so jyn takes her injuries in stride, if not with a small amount of annoyance that one arm is slung up carefully against her chest. it's more of an annoyance because she hadn't been in top shape to begin with but that is nothing new in her life.

it doesn't stop her from getting food, which is when she spots kylo buying a mug of something or other. ]


Better than a dick pop?
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-30 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Warmer, at least.

( as he purchases his cup, kylo ren offers the vendor a silent nod of thanks. )

It is the season, after all. ( the svařák has a sharper taste than he'd expected; notes of citrus and ginger undercut with a bite of clothes. he sips at it cautiously, at first. deciding whether or not he enjoys it — and if he does enjoy it, whether it would be worth returning to the cart later to purchase another. )
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[personal profile] realists 2019-07-30 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure the planet knows what season it is.

[ considering the wildly fluctuating weather at the moment, shifting from cold to hot to cold with thunderstorms to punctuate the change in temperature, it could be seasonally appropriate one minute and inappropriate the next. if this is what seasons are like, jyn would prefer the single climate common to most planets in the galaxy.

she orders a peach rose pastry and cold boricha from the vendor, mouth pinched as she transfers the credits. ugh why does food cost credits. ]


Is it good?
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-31 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Doubtless, our new friend didn't help matters.

( mild, like he isn't referencing an attack that had left thousands injured and even dead. and an infrastructure left in such shambles it would take ages to recover. but cassius had gotten what he'd wanted out of it, evidently, and they were simply expected to fall in line with the new leadership like it wasn't a confirmation of every suspicion and fear he'd ever had about joining up with morningstar in the first place.

he takes another sip of his drink, considers: )
Different. Sharper than you'd expect, but not unpleasantly so.

( granted, this is a man that measures food according to texture rather than taste and would consider crickets an acceptable meal provided the crunch were satisfying enough. and a little barbecue spice could really work wonders. )
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[personal profile] realists 2019-07-31 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ jyn shrugs, sucking in a sharp breath when her injured shoulder is jostled by her own movement like an idiot.

the vendor passes jyn her food and drink and this is when she remembers she only has one workable arm and there is a moment when she just stares at the food trying to sort out how to handle this. after the space of a few beats, she grabs the pastry and passes it to the hand in the sling and then takes her drink, sipping it through her straw. ]


He was particularly bothersome, [ jyn agrees sourly, stepping away from the shadow of the vendor and into the dull sunlight again. ]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-08-04 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Those of his sort do have that tendency. ( droids or extremists, she can take her pick. and the irony isn't lost on him, either, so much as it's shunted to the side in favor of focusing on the immediate.

at least the mulled wine is pleasant. new prague, as well, a welcome change of scenery that leaves him half wondering what it would have been like to wake here rather than new amsterdam.

speaking of, as jyn wrestles with her dilemma, he presses the lip of the cup to his mouth and takes a long pull. eyes skimming across the square, casual rather than accessing. a better man might have offered to help her, but she neither gives the impression of someone that would appreciate such an offer. nor has he ever been particularly good. )


Though, perhaps he merely exposed what was already there.
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[personal profile] realists 2019-08-05 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he is correct that she wouldn't appreciate help, especially as she gets a handle on making use of her useless arm quickly enough. it's not anything she hasn't dealt with before. ]

Exposed what? That the climate was getting better but now might irrecoverably damaged without enough time to terraform enough planets to sustain human life on them?

[ a beat. ] Sure.
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-08-05 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't aware you were a climatologist.

( mild; it's a valid point, to be sure, and one he's not dismissing outright, but given the role of the media in people's perception of fact and given the megacities' willingness to use the media like a cudgel when it suited them, he was skeptical.

he was skeptical of everything. )


I suppose you have theories about the beast attacks, as well.

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[personal profile] ex_dictator317 2019-07-30 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't that she's interested in exploration. She could be, even should be, still in awe of an operational civilization and all of its bounties — but it's a lesser priority than getting out of that safehouse and away from memories of sealed hatches and darkness beneath the floorboards.

New Prague's idea of a safehouse isn't nearly as stifling as New Amsterdam's, but the sheer thought of being locked away once more inspires a sense of claustrophobia she refuses to welcome.

Kylo Ren is difficult to miss on the street when she finds her way out, aimless and examining. He's too broad, too tall, not to be pinpointed in a crowd — but it isn't until she has a mug in hand that she finally moves to acknowledge him, to address him at all, once he's slipped away to a quieter area of the bridge.
]

You look like shit.

[ How helpful. Still, Octavia offers it as an observation that doesn't invite criticism or approval, or even a need for an explanation when the reason is clear. He looks like shit, plain and simple, and she doesn't have the social graces to pretend otherwise. ]

This is one hell of a welcome back, isn't it?
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It's been a long day.

( closer to a lifetime, really, and you'd think he'd be used to the press of this particular kind of weight, but the truth is that he's not. he's barely holding it together, his edges fraying, ragged, and visible to anyone with eyes sharp enough to catch them.

the cup in his hands is pleasantly warm; a welcome distraction from the turbulent thoughts that keep churning and churning as he studies the city beyond. new prague is a beautiful place; softer and greener than new amsterdam by far, and he allows himself a moment to idly wonder what it might have been like to have woke here instead of in that transport. to have made a home here, instead of that shoebox apartment he probably won't be able to hold onto for much longer.

to be surrounded by this much life.

but then he's pushing back those thoughts, turning his gaze from the view of the river to octavia, brow arching slightly. )


You seem to be doing better, though.

[personal profile] ex_dictator317 2019-07-31 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ That warrants a long, measured look from Octavia. 'Better.' She hasn't forgotten the scar tissue carved into her back like a badge, like a warning, like a failure — or a success, maybe, for the shield it had been for Daenerys. But as far as she's aware, only Daenerys has witnessed that moment of weakness and the vulnerability of seeing her in such a state.

By necessity, more than that, and not Octavia's own choice. She isn't willing to openly share that with anyone. The shrug of her shoulders is more casual than it should be, a contrast to how her lips thin and press together as she looks away and to the billowing treetops.
]

Most places are better than a bunker.

[ That's what she's deciding he's referencing — the safehouse that first night and her battered, scraped knuckles. Whether it's a deliberate choice on Octavia's part, or just ignorance to the fact that he's seen her recovering from her injuries this month, is anyone's guess. ]

It's been a long month. That's what happens when the world is falling apart.

[ Not just a long day, to circle back. She releases a breath and rotates her own mug in her hands. ]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-07-31 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
You've certainly made the most of your freedom. ( an attempt to be wry that more or less hits the mark. there's gratitude, too. something he doesn't really know what to do with, unaccustomed to having people that can be counted on to come when he has the need.

kylo recognizes that she hadn't come for him, precisely, but the sentiment remains the same. he is grateful to octavia not simply for her bravery but for her rough edges and her refusal to sugar-coat and coddle. )


I wish I could say that it surprises me, our new friend's reluctance to be helpful.

( "friend". he isn't sure how he feels about cassius' involvement in morningstar anymore that el's take-over. the search for rey had taken up the majority of his focus since his return; the rest of it remains to be processed. )
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[personal profile] ex_dictator317 2019-08-06 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He's helpful when it aligns with his interests.

[ What his interests are — well, that's another matter. She's gleaned what she could for humanity, for herself, for survival — but none of it has been conducive to uncovering Cassius' end goal. Octavia can acknowledge that, but she isn't inclined to undersell his usefulness.

If he turns on them, they'll have to find a way to destroy them. Until then, she isn't blind to the fact that they can utilize his information to fuel their own interests in turn. An arrangement of convenience until it threatens them. (There is no if in her mind — only until. Her faith in alliances is stark, nearly nonexistent, when betrayal and agony have waited for her around every corner.)
]

At least he didn't hide what he was. I'd trust that more than I'd trust fighting for an AI that deceived you all.

[ It isn't defensive, but merely the truth — though there is a bitterness to the edge of her words that makes itself known. She can only be grateful El hadn't made a fool of her, or the cut would run deeper. ]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-08-10 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
So is every opportunist. ( and the ai's continued evasion suggests a level of investment that one might even call personal. trying to decipher cassius' motives felt a bit like trying to play dejarik with both hands tied behind his back.

not impossible, not if you were determined enough, but you'd be at a severe disadvantage. )


We were foolish. ( to put it mildly.

it would be nice to say that the signs were all there, clear enough for those that knew were to look, but the fact is that they were desperate and disorientated and it had been turned against them. )


Desperate.

It made us easy targets. ( a better man might say that knowing the truth, they now could make better decisions going forward. more informed. but he had never been an especially good man, and el's willingness to deceive them right up until that option was no longer feasible for them was certainly telling. )

[personal profile] ex_dictator317 2019-08-15 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone is an opportunist. We would be fools to pretend otherwise.

[ Octavia stands firm in that belief. Cassius has earned no protection from her, no justification; she's not certain she could provide it, even if he had. But she's witnessed the cruelty of mankind when the end of the world arrives, keen on self-preservation and made more desperate as a result.

In a way, they're no different. It's only their goals that set them apart.
]

What do you plan to do about now that you know?

[ Stay? Fight? Octavia has no interest in throwing her lot in with Morningstar, but her head still tilts in his direction, thoughtful and waiting for his answer. ]
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[personal profile] warfares 2019-08-19 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't decided. ( — no, that's not strictly true. he was weighing his options, if he was doing anything. trying to decide just how much value he was willing to place in either of their word.

little to none.

but daenerys seemed to believe that there was something of value, there. as did rey — though in her case he was willing to believe that at least part of it was pure sentiment. the need to believe that things were not so different now that the truth was known. )


He claims to know who took us, yet refuses to give us the information. Which I could understand, if he admitted what he wanted from us. What hoop he's hoping we jump through.

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