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obumbravitI've been thinking about what you said, Dameron. If you want a fight, I will give you war. As you requested.
obumbravithere4her[ There are shuffling sounds as Finn attempts to figure out his communication device. It isn't the first that he's on a strange planet but it is the first that he wasn't sure how he'd gotten there. From what he had seen so far, this wasn't like any planet he'd been to before. This was just his luck. He'd just reunited with Rey and Poe, made sure Rose was on the road to recovery, and now...this.
Finn saw himself on the screen. He closed his mouth in an effort to stop looking completely lost and spoke with conviction. ]
If there's anyone out there with the Resistance...
[ For some reason, in the midst of his words, Finn couldn't help but recall telling Han Solo that he'd been a big deal with the Resistance. Finn lost a little of his momentum and his eyes drifted but quickly came back. ]
...I'm not really sure how I got here. I, uh... I'm Finn. If you know Rey, General Organa or Poe Dameron, they'll know who I am.
[ Rose might have known who he was but Finn couldn't be sure that all the Resistance did. They would know the General's name and Poe. Maybe even Rey.
A slight concern started to seep into his features as he waited for a response. ]
Finn saw himself on the screen. He closed his mouth in an effort to stop looking completely lost and spoke with conviction. ]
If there's anyone out there with the Resistance...
[ For some reason, in the midst of his words, Finn couldn't help but recall telling Han Solo that he'd been a big deal with the Resistance. Finn lost a little of his momentum and his eyes drifted but quickly came back. ]
...I'm not really sure how I got here. I, uh... I'm Finn. If you know Rey, General Organa or Poe Dameron, they'll know who I am.
[ Rose might have known who he was but Finn couldn't be sure that all the Resistance did. They would know the General's name and Poe. Maybe even Rey.
A slight concern started to seep into his features as he waited for a response. ]
[Action + Video]
Feb. 15th, 2018 05:15 pmobumbravit[The feed opens to the sound of water and heavy breathing, sloshing up and then covering the speaker of Kylo Ren's communicator. He kicks hard, freeing himself from the wreckage of his Tie Silencer, which has just crashed in a shallow bay off the coast, a large rock punctured right through the side of it, fire licking at the console. He shrugs off his cape, which is jammed between the chair and the rock, before he hauls himself out of the cockpit, splashing into the waist deep water.
The communicator floats a few inches away, before he cuts off the video with the wide span of his hand, and there's only sound of him stumbling and sloshing to shore before it's thrown along with a bundle of wet clothing into the sand. The feed is at an angle pitched at the tall man as he sheds his coat and then his undershirt and arm guards, bruises already blossoming over his scar covered torso. Once free of the heavy fabric he grabs his communicator which is, conveniently, already showing connected. His face is cut in half by a nasty twisted scar, blood smeared on his forehead. ]
Hux. [He’s trying to catch his breath, and squints at the sun and sand, the heat intense. He doesn’t recognize any of the surroundings, and hadn’t been anywhere near a planet to have accidentally ran into it to begin with. And it wasn’t like someone could hide an entire planet could they?] I need an immediate recovery.
[There's no response of course, and he frowns at the communicator, his eyebrows furrowing as he paws some blood off his forehead, looking at his gloved fingers for half a second before he taps a few buttons on the device. What ever frequency he's on, it's not the one the First Order uses. He sucks at his teeth, the muscles of his jaw working as he changes tones, straightening up. ]
If there is anyone on this line. Answer me.
The communicator floats a few inches away, before he cuts off the video with the wide span of his hand, and there's only sound of him stumbling and sloshing to shore before it's thrown along with a bundle of wet clothing into the sand. The feed is at an angle pitched at the tall man as he sheds his coat and then his undershirt and arm guards, bruises already blossoming over his scar covered torso. Once free of the heavy fabric he grabs his communicator which is, conveniently, already showing connected. His face is cut in half by a nasty twisted scar, blood smeared on his forehead. ]
Hux. [He’s trying to catch his breath, and squints at the sun and sand, the heat intense. He doesn’t recognize any of the surroundings, and hadn’t been anywhere near a planet to have accidentally ran into it to begin with. And it wasn’t like someone could hide an entire planet could they?] I need an immediate recovery.
[There's no response of course, and he frowns at the communicator, his eyebrows furrowing as he paws some blood off his forehead, looking at his gloved fingers for half a second before he taps a few buttons on the device. What ever frequency he's on, it's not the one the First Order uses. He sucks at his teeth, the muscles of his jaw working as he changes tones, straightening up. ]
If there is anyone on this line. Answer me.
[Voice, then video]
Feb. 6th, 2018 10:13 pmyessuitladyAlright, so this is audio... okay, so I'm on audio. That was easy. Good. Hey, Karen... let's run the interrogation mode. (Then;) Hey, if anyone's out there, I didn't get tossed through a black hole or into a brick wall or something? Uh, wait, is that the question...
(Normally this when he would expect his voice to become distorted and over the top deep, something that was supposed to sound "tough" or "menacing", but instead it remained the very same as it normally did.)
...Karen? What's up with the voice changer? I don't sound all scary. (This calling out and question go without response.) Hey, Karen?
(The silence is quickly interrupted by a few mutters among the lines of "Oh, this is bad. Mr. Stark's going to kill me if I wrecked this suit already." He goes quiet again minus a few mutters of (what sounds like) various functions and then curses.)
Dammit... I didn't hit the ground that hard, did I? This suit has definitely taken worse before and I don't even think I hit the ground this time...
(Eventually the dark screen is replaced bysomeone a dashing hero an obvious teenager wearing a mask. He adjusts his grip on the device that had been handed to him earlier and gives an awkward wave. It's obvious that he has taken refuge on a rooftop.) Okay, so video... video. Ah, good.
So, um, hey? I guess I'm not in Queens anymore?
(Normally this when he would expect his voice to become distorted and over the top deep, something that was supposed to sound "tough" or "menacing", but instead it remained the very same as it normally did.)
...Karen? What's up with the voice changer? I don't sound all scary. (This calling out and question go without response.) Hey, Karen?
(The silence is quickly interrupted by a few mutters among the lines of "Oh, this is bad. Mr. Stark's going to kill me if I wrecked this suit already." He goes quiet again minus a few mutters of (what sounds like) various functions and then curses.)
Dammit... I didn't hit the ground that hard, did I? This suit has definitely taken worse before and I don't even think I hit the ground this time...
(Eventually the dark screen is replaced by
So, um, hey? I guess I'm not in Queens anymore?
chibalimuloI was wondering.
[ She braces her chin on her hand, and looks at the feed with expressive dark eyes. ]
So, I was wondering. Are any of the gods finding leisure time, or is it all work work work? I'm not a goddess myself, but it seems to me that everyone needs some time off.
[ She holds up a picture of an older gentleman, who looks... sad. ]
And if you see this man, could you send him back to the temple of death? I'd appreciate it.
[ She braces her chin on her hand, and looks at the feed with expressive dark eyes. ]
So, I was wondering. Are any of the gods finding leisure time, or is it all work work work? I'm not a goddess myself, but it seems to me that everyone needs some time off.
[ She holds up a picture of an older gentleman, who looks... sad. ]
And if you see this man, could you send him back to the temple of death? I'd appreciate it.
floatingrocks[The next time you see this fresh-faced newcomer, she's lounging in a rope hammock in a brightly-lit temple. Even when it's overcast outside, it seems as though the sunlight's always beaming down on the warm sandstone pillars and lush tropical foliage.
Cradled in her hands is a large wedge of pink melon, a large bite having been taken out of it. She's chewing thoughtfully, cheeks filled like a chipmunk as juice drips messily down her chin.]
I--[She swallows, realizing she was talking with her mouth full.] I was mostly drawn in by the fruit--I didn't realize the hammock was the throne of this place, but no one seemed to mind my occupying it.
[She swings up her legs, her pants rolled up her calves and her feet bare. It's pleasant and warm inside, and she folds her legs under her as she swings her body weight to set the hammock in motion.]
There's room to share--though I don't think two of us can be gods at the same time. I don't think?
[Anyway, say hello to your new God of Summer.]
Cradled in her hands is a large wedge of pink melon, a large bite having been taken out of it. She's chewing thoughtfully, cheeks filled like a chipmunk as juice drips messily down her chin.]
I--[She swallows, realizing she was talking with her mouth full.] I was mostly drawn in by the fruit--I didn't realize the hammock was the throne of this place, but no one seemed to mind my occupying it.
[She swings up her legs, her pants rolled up her calves and her feet bare. It's pleasant and warm inside, and she folds her legs under her as she swings her body weight to set the hammock in motion.]
There's room to share--though I don't think two of us can be gods at the same time. I don't think?
[Anyway, say hello to your new God of Summer.]
regulatingpressurere: the housing crisis we're apparently having -
re: getting the hell out of here -
re: general pantheonic ineptitude -
- r. reyes
- What? Is this seriously a problem we're having? I've got technology, and isn't there a Home God around here somewhere? There has to be something we can do.
Tell me there's some kind of plan.
re: getting the hell out of here -
- People keep asking how we get get out of here. Other people keep saying that we don't, or if we do then they don't know how.
I do.
Step 1: Aircraft. Skipping past land-based vehicles because I'm assuming that if you can't leave on foot, you can't leave by bicycle or automobile either. So I spend the next couple of weeks pulling together some kind of helicopter, hovercraft, plane - I haven't decided yet. My area of tech expertise is 100x higher in altitude, so I'm going to need to do some research, not to mention gather the scrap I need to piece it together.
If it won't let us fly out, Step 2: Spacecraft. I build a damn good shuttle. If we can't leave in any of the cardinal directions, we'll go up. Once we're in orbit, we scout out our options, plot our target, and re-enter the atmosphere for a bumpy but mostly safe landing somewhere far from here.
It's not foolproof and it'll take a while to get everything in order, but unless someone finds the Throne of Dimensional Bullshit around here somewhere, it's the best plan we've got.
re: general pantheonic ineptitude -
- This should go without saying, but based on the fact that at least half of the 'gods' on here can't find their own ass with both hands and a tracking chip, this is your first of probably many reminders to get your shit together. In a perfect world, this place wouldn't depend on your ability to at least pretend to know how to build a radio or grow some food, but it does. So figure it out or find someone who doesn't have to.
- r. reyes
Video; Joint post with Rey
Jan. 17th, 2018 09:24 pmwearethespark(ooc: Please note your preferences in the subject line or in brackets, otherwise you are getting the "wildcard" option which can include turns from both or threadjacking.)
[The first thing he could remember was darkness. A darkness that was neither cold or warm. It was also devoid of sound for the longest time and he could not remember if he had a dream or not. But he could think, at least he felt sure that he had a thought. He had been thinking “this is not good” before it went deathly quiet and was sure that he had been hit. He had been one more blast away from being a goner and it was not like anyone would be able to tell a pilot what death felt like or looked like. But then he started to find it difficult to breathe and he bolted upright and began to cough over the grains of sand that had managed to go into his mouth and up his nose. Poe stumbled back and onto his rear as he struggled to open his eyes and gather his senses.
(“Was the room spinning? Which way was west again?”)
He turned himself around a few times, everything still felt off, then he realized that his uniform pants were sticking to his legs and finally his vision began to clear.]
A beach? [It was more of a choke than him actually speaking, a strained attempt at making a couple of words
Poe had remembered one of his first patrols. It was over a planet covered in mostly ocean minus two or three continents and hundreds of small islands, only the home to one or two cities - it was mostly untouched and he could remember wanting to just land when he saw the whites of the waves as they crashed onto the shoreline. The shore changed in places and had gone from jagged cliffs, to smooth sand that barely It had looked peaceful and as it was the first time that he ever seen such a sight, it was something incredible. He had wondered how the air would taste and the wind would feel. What the ground below would feel like on his feet and if the water was refreshingly cool. He had heard stories like that from some of the other pilots who came from planets and moons like this when there were late nights when no one could sleep. However, reality had a funny way of granting a fleeting wish and gave him the answer to the question. Just it was one that he had never expected. But he supposes washing up on shore was not the same as actually choosing a place to go and booking a trip there. But if he was being honest with himself? It felt damp and the wind, though nothing unwieldy, was constantly blowing and only managed to make him start shivering once he finally managed to sit up.
Also, he had to make a mental note that sand was just as annoying and prone to kill someone through suffocating them as it was on Jakku.
Funny how that never changes.]
[Oddly enough, this wasn’t Rey’s first time being plunged underwater. That didn’t make the salt water up her nose and behind her eyes any more pleasant than the time before, and she was still coughing and spitting as she clawed into the wet sand beneath her hands and knees.
Sand...oh, how she cherished the familiar sensation of sand after what she’d just gone through. Her elbows wobbled and she finally succumbed to her fatigue, sprawling out spread-eagle across the beach she’d washed up on.
She let out a loud, pained groan--one laced with frustration. She should be glad they survived the landing--not that she had any doubtsokay maybe a teensy sliver of doubt don’t tell Poe, but...yeah, that was rough.]
Poe… [She muttered. This was their first mission out together--nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but isn’t that how all disasters start out? After a moment, she finally lifted her head, one side of her face covered with a thick coat of sand. She squints through the salt water still clinging to her lashes, and she spits out some of the sand lingering on her lips.] Poe? Are you alright?
[She sat back on her haunches, brushing the sand off her side and her face, looking around at the shore they’d found themselves on.]...well...at least we didn’t land on an ice planet. [She rubbed her arms.]...even if it’s cold…
[It takes him a moment to realize that his name was being called and another moment after that to hear and process anything else she said. He froze when he remembered that he had not been alone on this mission. She had been there too. They had been trying to…
He had begun to force himself to stand up and move his head around to scan the shore. He felt as if he was going to get sick the more he moved, but that did not matter. He began to internally curse at himself. If she got a good look at his face and his posture, he would look like someone who got beaten up and was too proud (perhaps foolish) to know when to stay down or risk their own health. He was swaying a bit and he began aware of the fact his head was pounding and that he was sure he was going to get sick unless he let himself drop. Yet he refused to get back down. He was out for force-only-knows how long.
But, Rey.
Where was she?
But upon hearing Rey’s voice, he suddenly froze in place and tried to answer. He eventually managed a quiet, tired, and strained;] Yeah, I think so...
[Then he drops back onto the sand (he will never admit it, but he is thankful that it is softer than dirt) tries to laugh and it comes out like a tired, broken “ha” as opposed to anything amused, but he feels as if he wants to kick himself. He was supposed to be thinking of the others with him on the mission. Not himself. Besides, he needed to find her before trying to figure out where in the galaxy they ended up, but it seemed odd. They were not close to any planet that had oceans. At least, he was sure the coordinates said that they were a long ways off from even a barren moon yet alone a planet with water and land.]
Seriously. I don’t think I could do an ice planet right now.
[Nothing of his felt broken, but he certainly felt like his ass had been handed to him on a silver platter. He was sure that they had fit the water hard and that before that he had managed to hit his head off of something. Poe could feel the bruises, but he could move. Moving was enough for now. It has to be enough for now.
He tried to move closer to the woman nearby.] Rey, you okay?
Yeah… [She staggered to her knees, then rose to her feet, dusting off her arms]. We should head further in-land. [She looks back towards the ocean.]...I don’t think we’ll be heading out the way we came in.
[She looks around again, noticing a device wedged into a mound of sand. She walks over, picks it up and dusts it off before turning to Poe.] I think this is yours. [She hands it over to him.] It’s already turned on.
[The first thing he could remember was darkness. A darkness that was neither cold or warm. It was also devoid of sound for the longest time and he could not remember if he had a dream or not. But he could think, at least he felt sure that he had a thought. He had been thinking “this is not good” before it went deathly quiet and was sure that he had been hit. He had been one more blast away from being a goner and it was not like anyone would be able to tell a pilot what death felt like or looked like. But then he started to find it difficult to breathe and he bolted upright and began to cough over the grains of sand that had managed to go into his mouth and up his nose. Poe stumbled back and onto his rear as he struggled to open his eyes and gather his senses.
(“Was the room spinning? Which way was west again?”)
He turned himself around a few times, everything still felt off, then he realized that his uniform pants were sticking to his legs and finally his vision began to clear.]
A beach? [It was more of a choke than him actually speaking, a strained attempt at making a couple of words
Poe had remembered one of his first patrols. It was over a planet covered in mostly ocean minus two or three continents and hundreds of small islands, only the home to one or two cities - it was mostly untouched and he could remember wanting to just land when he saw the whites of the waves as they crashed onto the shoreline. The shore changed in places and had gone from jagged cliffs, to smooth sand that barely It had looked peaceful and as it was the first time that he ever seen such a sight, it was something incredible. He had wondered how the air would taste and the wind would feel. What the ground below would feel like on his feet and if the water was refreshingly cool. He had heard stories like that from some of the other pilots who came from planets and moons like this when there were late nights when no one could sleep. However, reality had a funny way of granting a fleeting wish and gave him the answer to the question. Just it was one that he had never expected. But he supposes washing up on shore was not the same as actually choosing a place to go and booking a trip there. But if he was being honest with himself? It felt damp and the wind, though nothing unwieldy, was constantly blowing and only managed to make him start shivering once he finally managed to sit up.
Also, he had to make a mental note that sand was just as annoying and prone to kill someone through suffocating them as it was on Jakku.
Funny how that never changes.]
[Oddly enough, this wasn’t Rey’s first time being plunged underwater. That didn’t make the salt water up her nose and behind her eyes any more pleasant than the time before, and she was still coughing and spitting as she clawed into the wet sand beneath her hands and knees.
Sand...oh, how she cherished the familiar sensation of sand after what she’d just gone through. Her elbows wobbled and she finally succumbed to her fatigue, sprawling out spread-eagle across the beach she’d washed up on.
She let out a loud, pained groan--one laced with frustration. She should be glad they survived the landing--not that she had any doubts
Poe… [She muttered. This was their first mission out together--nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but isn’t that how all disasters start out? After a moment, she finally lifted her head, one side of her face covered with a thick coat of sand. She squints through the salt water still clinging to her lashes, and she spits out some of the sand lingering on her lips.] Poe? Are you alright?
[She sat back on her haunches, brushing the sand off her side and her face, looking around at the shore they’d found themselves on.]...well...at least we didn’t land on an ice planet. [She rubbed her arms.]...even if it’s cold…
[It takes him a moment to realize that his name was being called and another moment after that to hear and process anything else she said. He froze when he remembered that he had not been alone on this mission. She had been there too. They had been trying to…
He had begun to force himself to stand up and move his head around to scan the shore. He felt as if he was going to get sick the more he moved, but that did not matter. He began to internally curse at himself. If she got a good look at his face and his posture, he would look like someone who got beaten up and was too proud (perhaps foolish) to know when to stay down or risk their own health. He was swaying a bit and he began aware of the fact his head was pounding and that he was sure he was going to get sick unless he let himself drop. Yet he refused to get back down. He was out for force-only-knows how long.
But, Rey.
Where was she?
But upon hearing Rey’s voice, he suddenly froze in place and tried to answer. He eventually managed a quiet, tired, and strained;] Yeah, I think so...
[Then he drops back onto the sand (he will never admit it, but he is thankful that it is softer than dirt) tries to laugh and it comes out like a tired, broken “ha” as opposed to anything amused, but he feels as if he wants to kick himself. He was supposed to be thinking of the others with him on the mission. Not himself. Besides, he needed to find her before trying to figure out where in the galaxy they ended up, but it seemed odd. They were not close to any planet that had oceans. At least, he was sure the coordinates said that they were a long ways off from even a barren moon yet alone a planet with water and land.]
Seriously. I don’t think I could do an ice planet right now.
[Nothing of his felt broken, but he certainly felt like his ass had been handed to him on a silver platter. He was sure that they had fit the water hard and that before that he had managed to hit his head off of something. Poe could feel the bruises, but he could move. Moving was enough for now. It has to be enough for now.
He tried to move closer to the woman nearby.] Rey, you okay?
Yeah… [She staggered to her knees, then rose to her feet, dusting off her arms]. We should head further in-land. [She looks back towards the ocean.]...I don’t think we’ll be heading out the way we came in.
[She looks around again, noticing a device wedged into a mound of sand. She walks over, picks it up and dusts it off before turning to Poe.] I think this is yours. [She hands it over to him.] It’s already turned on.