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DAY ONE | THE ARRIVAL. OPTION A | STARTING FRESH. You wake up, wet and bruised, in the water. You don't recall falling, but you recall a flash of bright light, and the next thing you know you're washing up on the shoreline. You can see two moons and a planet or two in the sky. It's a surprising sight; just as surprising is the fact that you're not alone. Abovehead is a slash of oscillating lights that flash painfully bright from moment to moment - and you get to witness a silhouette or two getting spit out of the lights, falling into the waters with a loud splash. No one is hauling you off your feet, but you do see a small crowd of teenagers forming around you, looking at you warily as they hold out makeshift weapons. When they realize you're awake, they start calling for someone called Navigator - and one such person appears, gives you a cursory check-up before healing what wounds you may have. In a terse voice, they tell you: "You are currently in Caius Allied Territory. Welcome to Alexandrina." After that, they shove a dry towel at you and point you in the direction of the others who've washed up on the shore; shower tents have been set up while shuttles idle nearby, waiting for you to board. It's not the warmest welcome, but it's something. You're now in Alexandrina, and we hope you enjoy your stay. OPTION B | TEST DRIVE AS CANON. You wake up to the sound of the sea crashing gently on the shore - and the odd yell or two as people fall from the sky. Up you get, the man knocking on your door shouts out. Time to get the new kids out of the water. They give you towels and med kits to take along with you, before leading you own to the beach where figures fall into the water — and you see with your own eyes how the figures' descent slows for a heartbeat, just before hitting the water, almost as if gravity itself is rejecting them. Curious, isn't it? Better get to work though, before the children start poking holes on the ones that have already washed up to shore. DAY TWO (A) | IT'S RAINING... CRYSTALS? It starts with a few droplets, and then it's suddenly pouring in sheets. The rain is fairly pedestrian at first, just plain water soaking into everything, but then it starts to get a little warmer, warmer still... and then it's raining crystals along with the water. Crystals in many colors, glittering and glimmering as they fall from the sky. The locals have baskets set out to catch the downpour, and some of them are inviting you to do the same, because the rain doesn't seem like it'll last for very long. These crystals are used by the locals as portable fuel. Go ahead and collect some loot; these crystals may come in really handy soon... DAY TWO (B) | BLAST FROM THE PAST. ...And by soon we mean really soon. The 409 is a mishmash of technology. Some of the tech, like the hoverbikes and the medical kits, indicate to a far more advanced level of research and tech development. On the other hand, there are twenty-first century cars with wheels, and antiquated communication tools. What's up with that? Poverty. That's what's up. Dark economic humor aside, the reason behind the 409's prevalent low fidelity technology really is a matter of a lack of resources - Hypatia Holdings only funds its rescue fleet and its health care, but little else. Most of the development in the area has gone to setting up defenses against the rift. The inter-settlement commerce is thriving, certainly, but there's only so much of the more up-to-date resources to go around and importing from Pycchis tend to cost an arm and a leg. Hence: the wheeled cars and jet-propelled bikes, among the many anachronistic things that are still up and running in the 409. The locals still use the vehicles to get around, but a good number of them are in great need of repair. They're offering the new arrivals personal items to trade for fixing the vehicles. Do you want some star-shaped fruit? A hand-sewn shirt or two? Maybe you want a helmet, or a pair of boots. The locals are open to trading if you'll help them fix their meager vehicles. You could even use those collected crystals from earlier to power up the vehicles, take them around for a test drive. Do a good deed today, and earn yourself a good dinner. DAY THREE | SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409. The settlement is in a mess. The 409 is a bustling little settlement - there's a flourishing market, a healthy community, and a fairly peaceful relationship with the Satellite Embassy and the Caians who live there. Generally speaking, the 409 is a good place to live in Alexandrina. Tonight is an exception, however, because sometime during lights out someone - a bunch of someones - start blasting holes through the thin walls of the local cottages. The small crowd moves through the settlement fast; by the time the settlers are up and about to check the noise and the damage, the perpetrators have moved on. Walls are blasted through, and the ones left undamaged are vandalized with glowing tags in rude Caian slang. On some walls, MIND YOUR OWN is written over and over, in large block letters. Stalls and their wares have been upended and strewn across the streets. Children are woken up, crying, and the elders get to the business of cleaning up with a resigned attitude. The message is clear: the Terrans aren't welcome. What kind of life do these people lead in this place? You don't get to ask your questions just yet. According to the Head Navigator, everyone's to move north, and everyone's got a few days to salvage what they can from the mess. Easier to leave for somewhere quieter than to rebuild where their efforts will be torn back down again, they say. Looks like you've got a lot of lifting to do. OPTION A | GET GOSSIPY. While helping the settlers get their affairs in order, you ask around about the general climate of the settlements. Does this kind of attack happen often? Do people get harassed like this outside of the settlements? You get a feel for how these people live, and it doesn't paint a nice picture. OPTION B | INVESTIGATE THE MESS. You ask around - but not about what's happening. Did the locals see who was responsible? Did they hear anything before the walls were punched through? You're a nosybody and it makes the settlers a little uncomfortable, but they're not shying away from the questions either. OOC NOTES. Welcome to the first INTRO LOG of HYPERJUMP! This log contains clues towards the upcoming STORY QUEST this September, so please don't hesitate to ask us any questions here related to the log! ♥

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[possidetur]

( day one | option a )

( vanessa barely notices the guns. the brighter day, the empty streets, the fact that, being in water, she is plainly not in london overwhelms her a little. what has happened, where is she. how is she here?

and then there are hands on her, pulling her up from the water, trying to examine her. vanessa attempts to pull away but to no avail -- they're persistent and stronger, saying something that she misses. manages to take the towel, stood lost in the water, making no attept to move towards the shuttle.

where is she? how is she here? what is going on? )

( day two | crystals )

( vanessa's been outside for hours. it's a strange place, somewhere that looks nothing like london or any city that she's seen. but then this was nowhere that she'd heard of before. vanessa wasn't certain that sitting outside was a good thing, everything being strange and confusing, and easier for people to find her, but the cottages were crowded. it felt uncomfortable, a little suffocating and brought an almost need to scream, to escape.

she'd sat herself on the ground a short walk away from one of the rows, arms holding her knees up to her chest. and then the rain started. she didn't mind it, it feeling almost calming, something to try and focus her mind onto. and then it got warmer.

when vanessa opened her eyes again she could see the sparkles of the glitter as the crystals fell. it took a few moments of staring out at them before she tentatively held a hand out to 'catch' some, to look at whatever this was closer. how could it be raining crystals? )

( day three | option b)

( vanessa isn't sleeping, too troubled by the events from before she'd arrived mixed with the fact that she'd been kidnapped. when the noises come she's already awake, moving to the door to look outside once everything quietens down again, though with the holes in the walls of the cottage there was no shortage of anywhere to look.

the next day everyone moves. though the locals try and engage her in conversation, to get her to help vanessa is too focused for the moment at examining the damage that was caused, at the messages left. she's silent as she does it, for the most part, hands touching the sides of the buildings. there was such violence in the act, more than it just being a shooting. it felt like a history, something with purpose )

Who are you?

( her tone is grave, words quiet. she hasn't spoken much lately, her voice rougher from the lack of use. even her motions are more stilted, vanessa trying to find a focus, find something. she doesn't know what to do but this feels-- familiar, almost )

( wildcard )

( hit me up with something random or pm me to get something set up! )

c r y s t a l s

[kanyounot]

Ouch.

[ Someone nearby just got dinged on the head by the falling crystals. He looks mildly annoyed by this, rubbing at his head - then holds out a hand to catch another one so he can examine it more closely. ]

Well, that's different. Ever seen anything like this before?

[possidetur]

( vanessa was startled by the voice, attention focused on the 'rain', on the crystals that were falling. she hadn't heard him coming, gaze slowly lifting up to look at him, to briefly look over him )

No.

( her voice sounded rough, months of a lack of use making it sound strange to her )

This isn't rain.

day one

[enforce]

[ As if taking a tumble out of the sky wasn't bad enough, the locals' bedside manner left much to be desired. Shouta watched for a while from the shoreline when he first meandered down from the communal living space, expression creased flat. Not only were teenagers the ones out there carving through the surf like treasure hunters sifting for jewels, but they were armed, and not the kindest in their efforts.

It's when Shouta spots a woman looking particularly out of her element that he decides to finally wade in. He's fit, but the alien pull of the tides doesn't make it easy on him. Maybe a slow approach is for the best, anyway. His clothing is in a jaunty disarray, windswept. He's armed. ]

Some welcoming committee... [ A huff as a wave breaks over his legs. ] You alright?

[ Well, as alright as anyone can be after that. ]

[possidetur]

( she's soaked and cold. though her coat is good at defending against the winds in london it does little against the water, the fabric of her dress feeling very heavy against the tide.

she hadn't expected him coming, her gaze almost fixed on the water. she's a little startled, uncertain how to even begin answering his question )

I don't know.

( physically she is, emotionally she's a mess. what she's focusing on for the minute is how confusing this situation is, ignoring herself )

I don't know where I am.

victra au julii | red rising | ota

[bye_felicia]

DAY ONE | THE ARRIVAL
Option A

"What the slagging hell am I supposed to do with this?" Victra demands. It's obvious enough that they expect her to shower here, and she's no stranger to this style of roughing it. Jove, back in Tinos, shower tents would have been a luxury. But a shower, warm or otherwise, is not what she wants.

She grabs the person nearest to her, maybe you, maybe one of the teenagers with guns too big for them, and quite nearly lifts them up off the ground by the neck of their shirt.

"Answers," she growls. "Answers, not a shower."


DAY TWO (A) | IT'S RAINING... CRYSTALS?
Victra likes the rain. Normal rain. She likes the smell of stone as the first droplets fall. So it's with disappointment that she sees the droplets form into crystals that sparkle in the sky but produce no such comforting scent.

"Can't even get that right," she mutters. It's been a day and then some. She has some of her answers now, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. And there's the most pressing question, of course, of how to get the hell home. But that's the one inquiry that no one seems to have the faintest idea about.

Sighing, arms crossed over her chest, she glances over to the nearest person. "Have you seen anything like this before?" she wonders. Maybe there's someone who knows this place better than she does.


DAY TWO (B) | BLAST FROM THE PAST
Victra has no intention of trading. For one thing, she's no Orange. She hasn't the faintest idea how to manipulate this kind of tech. Any tech at all, really. She's never learned how to work anything other than her GravBoots, her weapons. She can't even navigate space and she's called herself a slagging commander. Everyone else does that. Every other Color has a job to do. Victra's job has always been to lead, not to fix machinery.

That said, she's bored. And she's got a handful of those crystals burning a hole in her pocket. So she picks out the vehicle she thinks she's most capable of, the one that looks closest to a motorcycle, nothing fancy, and throws the crystals into the tank.

"Test drive, darling," she drawls to the owner before throwing her leg over the machine and revving the engine. She'll return it, in the end, no worse for wear, but she's certainly not done anything to earn this.


DAY THREE | SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409
Option B | Investigate the Mess

It's unnervingly close to home. It's not an exact match, but it's close enough that Victra finds herself standing in the middle of the street, staring at some of the tags left on the houses. MIND YOUR OWN. Keep your head down, stay in your lane, do what you're told and thank them for the opportunity to serve, to be pushed around. Thank them for the chance to live.

It's wrong.

People around her are doing their best to move on, but Victra can't shake the simmering anger in her veins. Her bones. She asks questions but doesn't help much. She could. She's stronger than any one of these people. But her focus is on revenge. On preparing for the next attack. Because there will be one. She's sure of that. This isn't the sort of thing that goes away quietly.


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blast from the p a s t

[kanyounot]

"The least you can do is offer to help with something in exchange," Kanan says mildly as she returns from her test drive. He's got grease on his clothes - not much of a mechanic, Chopper usually does the diagnostic and repair work on the Ghost and Phantom, but he knows his way around an old engine when he needs to.

"No sense abusing their hospitality," he adds lightly.

[bye_felicia]

"No sense in not taking advantage of what's on offer," Victra replies breezily as she slides off the vehicle. "It's practically a zero sum equation. I used my own fuel, and they lost the use of a machine they weren't using for what. Ten minutes?"

She tosses the keys back to the owner. "It's a ... charming machine," is all she says of her drive.

[kanyounot]

Day Two; Option A or B;

[ So these crystals are definitely... a thing. Kanan managed to get a couple baskets full of them, partly because everyone else was doing it and partly because he's curious about them. They're clearly a source of power, though far different from the kyber crystals back home - they don't resonate, or sing the same way as the kybers do. But they're still interesting - and potentially useful.

And they prove themselves so within a few hours, as Kanan finds himself browsing the wares at the 409. ]

Is... is this a combustion engine? I can't believe this place can drag us here from all over the universe and yet you don't have astromechs and you still use combustion engines.

[ He waves aside the used parts seller vaguely. ]

Okay, okay. I'm no mechanic but I can probably rig this thing up to run, just get me some string and wire.

Day Three; Option A;

[ After the attack, Kanan suspects it's best to keep his questions mostly innocuous - at least to start. And if he asks them while helping pick things up, helping these Terrans pack up - all the better. He'll seem like one of them. He might earn their trust. Be more effective in helping them, the next time something like this happens.

Because he's sure something like this will happen again, it doesn't take long to figure out that this is a Thing That Happens.

Reminds him of Tarkintown, in a way. ]

I guess I'm just not sure why they dislike you so much. What'd you ever do to them?

[ Spotting someone nearby, he waves them over. ]

Hey, wanna help with this?

[ He points at a large piece of furniture. If only he could use his telekinesis... ]

Day Whenever; Wildcard;

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Wildcard; One jump ahead of the hitman

[glitchinthesystem]

[ There had to be a way to make some quick cash here. Being dropped into this dream, or hallucination or whatever? It was still pretty vivid. Vivid enough where he still felt hunger. Maybe once he got some food in him he'd wake up or come to his senses.

Either way the goal was to get some food. There had to be some easy marks here. Someone who didn't need the food tickets, the cash whatever it's called. He's leaning against a wall just watching, observing people coming by.

Then he see's this man in the crowd. He's not sure what he's doing. Talking to someone? Helping someone out? He's not sure. What he does know is that they're back is to Glitch and the boy see's it on their belt. Some weird cylinder with buttons. Definitely looked fancy, expensive probably. Maybe it was some machine part? Those might go for something. Well, whatever it was it's gonna be his in a second.

So, he's casual about it, walking over towards them, making sure he was still behind them. Then he passes, and he reaches down to the man's belt and just gently takes the cylinder off it's clip and keeps going. Though it's probably not the most refined of his steals. His magnetism wasn't working still and this was all with his hands. So what Glitch might've seen as at least a decent pick pocket, this guy may just feel the tug as Glitch makes off with this little trinket. ]

[kanyounot]

[ There's a lot to do here, to take a guy's mind off things. Kanan can almost pretend he's gone back in time, to before he met Hera on Gorse. How he used to be, alone and anonymous, a vagrant hopping around the galaxy from job to job.

Of course, he's not the same person at all - sticks his neck out for people on the regular now, and he's got not just Hera to worry about back home, but Sabine, Zeb... Ezra.

As if on cue, he feels the tug at his belt and glances down, surprised to see a kid making off with half his lightsaber hilt. ]

Hey. Hey! Get back here!

[ And Kanan is off, chasing after the wannabe thief. ]

[glitchinthesystem]

Day One| Option A

[ When Glitch had awoken to a bunch of teenagers surrounding him, his first reaction was to leap to his feet and get ready to knock someone down. Usually when other kids did this kind of pack tactic it never spelled anything good. However, he had been thrown off completely when he saw sun...and water and...was he standing on sand?

It's enough to throw him off completely that he doesn't even put up a fight or make any move to be violent. He's almost lost in a daze, not even noticing a towel being shoved into his hands and being led off to some tents. It's about there he had gained some kind of mental function when he realizes where he is. The outside?

Impossible. Far too impossible. It's when he's in the semi lucid haze that he wandered away from the tents to stand by the shore of the beach. Just staring out at the water. Finally, he mutters;]

I must have gone fucking bonkers. There's no way this is real.

Day Two | Option B

[ Now this isn't something he's unfamiliar with; Poverty. Crude stalls trying to sell wares through trade or money. The dome didn't have this kind of market though. Honestly, there wasn't much trade to begin with. Sure the other teens would trade occasionally if they managed to knick something decent from their jobs, but not to this level.

But, the fact that people are desperately trying to survive. That's what's really familiar to him. It doesn't really soften him to their plight though. At least, the kids his age or the adults. Being asked to try and fix a weird vehicle though? Definitely beyond his capabilities, but he did collect some of those crystals. Those seemed to be flying all over this market.

So, he's standing in front of this haggered old man manning their stall with his bucket of crystals. The man seems to be in of desperate sorts, offering rations for three days, but the teen here? He's looking surly, arms crossed and unimpressed with the offer. ]

Look, I'm not taking anything less than a week's worth of rations for these crystals.If you can't afford that than tough fucking luck. I'm sure there's someone else here who'd be willing to do business.

[ Want to help the kid get what he wants? Or tell him off for being rude to an old man? ]

Day Three | Option B

[ Now getting shot at in the night is not what he'd consider a fun time. Honestly, after everything that's been going on he was hoping at least his sleep would be relatively peaceful.

Alas, that wasn't to be after all the commotion. Now they were moving? It's enough to piss anyone off. Especially the kid with the shortest of fuses when it came to bullies.

Sure, he didn't much give a shit about the grown ups or the other teenagers here having to pick up their lives. Big deal, they could live. It's the fact that the kids...the little kids here are more scared than anyone. It's not right that they had to live in fear of getting shot at by some people who got their sick jollies out of stupidly hating humans. So, when time comes, Glitch has cornered somebody (probably some other teenager) and he's getting some answers. ]

Look, kid. We both know you had to have seen some goddamn faces last night. I was up and I saw you out there. So you can either give me some fucking descriptions about who's trying to shoot my head off or I can give you some of the nastiest bruises.

[ Though he may be bluffing about actually injuring this kid.

Maybe. ]

[bye_felicia]

Never gonna happen.

[ Victra's been perusing the merchandise, finding, on the whole, that everything is less than desirable, not worth her time and effort. But, very little is. She's Gold. She's used to everything, the best of everything, being offered to her on a platter. Even years of torture and roughing it in a rebellion doesn't undo that expectation.

She happens by the kid trying to hustle more than feasible out of the old man and shakes her head. ]

You're asking too much. Don't you know how to haggle?

[glitchinthesystem]

[ His gaze shifts over to this woman beside him. Definitely a lot older than he was, give or take a good ten years. Her input however doesn't get what appreciation they may have expected. Instead it gets something of a glowering look with a scoff. The impression this woman gives is something that'd he probably call, stuck up. He's seen it in the domes, girls and guys who think their hot shit. Or least that's how he feels.]

Yeah, thanks, you can go now. No one asked for the advice, Lady. This isn't about haggling, this is about what's even. If you know what that word means.

day three

[enforce]

Something tells me you're not gonna get your answers that way.

[ A voice cuts in over the threats, sure and even despite the shit situation that landed itself on their doorsteps. It's been a lot to take in, the past couple days. You sort of fell into the rhythm of the 409 or you got swept away by it, and Shouta's more the kind of person to blaze his own trail, but not without answers. In that respect, he gets what this kid is after.

But the execution — that could use some work. ]

shouta mikoshiba | dolls | ota

[enforce]

I. DAY ONE, OPTION B

[ So, it wasn't a dream. Or a fever haze, or any number of odd, bright, and intricate death hallucinations he'd read about in text books when he was eighteen and learning about the killing business. All things come full circle, huh? It punctures his cavalier demeanor, to feel himself breathing. To wake up to real memories, a bruised cheek, the pounding fist on his door and a pounding in his head -

...yeah, he might be slightly hung over. Turns out, trying to drink yourself (back) to death doesn't yield great results. But he's up, he's up, pulled from he place he slept and down towards the beach. There are already a number of locals gathered about, hollering, and then come the ungentle plinks of people hitting the water. ]

Great.

[ Well, better make himself useful.

To anyone who's having a time in the surf, Shouta will approach, all 6'0" of him, pants rolled up and wild hair all blown about by salt and sun. He offers a hand out. ]

C'mon, up you go. Before something worse comes crashing out of that damn thing.

II. DAY TWO, OPTION A

[ You know, it's not the weirdest thing he's seen here. He did get punched in the face by a willowy, strong-armed alien. But even for him, seeing the far-off glint of crystals hurtling through the sky is worth looking at. At first, he thinks it's something different about the rain, because what does he know about a celestial ecosystem? He'd been standing it in for a while just to let something familiar wash over him until he'd caught sight of the glimmering.

And so, with his face still upturned, Shouta gets whacked straight in the nose with a crystal drop. ]

Ouch! What the hell...!

[ That's enough for him to duck under one of the cottage awnings (who's? yours?) for cover, rubbing his reddening face and looking mighty offended.

Just, don't say it. ]

III. DAY TWO, OPTION B

Okay, I get it already, alright? Just back off a second!

[ This isn't the first time that the 409 has seemed really rudimentary to him. What with the cobbled together vehicles, rustic living spaces, communal atmosphere. It reminds him of Sector One. It all just happened to be deadass in the middle of space. It's fine, really. What's not fine is a local kid trying to shove some kind of fuzzy fruit in his face for his willingness to take a look at the little engine on a jet-bike. Another woman is literally trying to get a look at a rip in his shirt with him still in it.

Long suffering, Shouta sighs noisily, glancing around for someone sane in this mess to serve as a distraction.

Notably, he's still not backing off the job. Help? ]

IV. DAY THREE, OPTION B

[ No good deed goes unpunished. So the saying goes, and Shouta has seen just which roads good intentions pave. Since getting dumped in Koriba and shuffled out as quickly as possible, as if that was the mistake in all this, he's had a hunch. And boy, when he starts being proven right. It happens so fast that even he doesn't have time to confront the perpetrators. But when the settlers deem it safe to leave, Shouta doesn't bother with asking around just yet. He wants to see for himself, to get a framework for the answers he's looking for.

Like this, he moves with purpose, surveying each vandalized cottage and business. When he comes upon a cluster of writings, a frown sets deep on his expression. With a bare hand, not bothering with his gloves, he reaches to touch the lettering, but then jerks back as if burned by it.

But it wasn't his hand.

A spark flares behind his right eye as if ignited, making his expression flinch. Shaking his head, he presses his heel against it, looking like he might be sick right there in the open. ]

iv.

[kimaris]

[ It's been... a long few days. Probably longer than it feels, or maybe shorter. He's not entirely certain anymore.

Headaches have been common here, he thinks. This whole thing is a headache. Still, he hasn't seen anyone visibly sickened in this way from being confused and agitated, so he stops and tilts his head, looking at him sideways. ]

Are you alright?

[poisonpetals]

{ THE ARRIVAL [A] }

[ Alexandria? ]

What the heck is an Alexandria?

[ Maggie didn't appreciate waking up all wet and bruised, having weapons shoved in her face, and then being told that she's woken up in an unknown place in an unknown system to her. Though, she did appreciate the towel but it didn't do much for her hair which now has a flat, wavy shape to it which makes her feel like seaweed or swamp plants than the usual beautiful goddess she sees herself as. They are certainly going to give her curlers or something because this is just unforgivable.

When she is ushered to the shore, Maggie cringes in pain ever so slightly as the bruises are making themselves known now. It's honestly a miracle that her makeup is still in tact. She huffs. ]

This sucks...

[ Getting to shore, Maggie looks on. Shower tents? What is the point in showering if she doesn't have an alternate outfit? She pushes her hair back, an exhausted sigh falling from her lips. Whatever. She could deal with this. Hopefully, with the sun shining down so brightly, she will dry quicker. Maggie doesn't know who's who so she just goes up to the first person she could find. ]

Hellllooo? You work with this whole operation, right? I need curlers and a change of clothes - stat.

{ IT'S RAINING...CRYSTALS? }

[ Maggie has a love-hate relationship with rain. She loves it as an experienced gardener and how it helps the plants grow, but she also hates it as it ruins her hair. Though, this rain is certainly different. Very, very, very different! Maggie's eyes absolutely light up when she sees that it is not hail but crystals raining from the sky! ]

Oh my TITAN!

[ Maggie is handed a basket but she doesn't stick around for an explanation. The only thoughts that seem to be running through her head is how she is going to collect as many as she can. Maggie places the basket on top of her head before she runs out into the miracle she is witnessing, a satisfied smile on her face as she feels them fall into the basket. Her excitement is apparent as she looks towards the closest person, her eyes alight. ]

Can you believe this?! This is amazing! If you don't want your crystals, can I have them?


{ BLAST FROM THE PAST }

[ Maggie's definition of help isn't exactly the same as other people's.

She is mainly attracted to the wheeled vehicles because she has never seen anything like it before! Hoverbikes were pretty meh but vehicles with wheels is amazing. She didn't even know what wheels were until she is told what it is. Though, she is then asked to help and Maggie says yes just for a chance to get a closer look at the round technology. And there is also the fact that she was going to get something else out of it as well. So, she stays on the side and only hands tools to the real mechanics as she just watches.

While everyone else takes a break soon afterwards, Maggie stays behind and looks at the car. The keys are still there and she had already sacrificed some of her (precious) crystals for fuel. Maggie looks left and then right before she slips into the front seat, picking up the keys and turning on the ignition. She pretends to drive it, her hands on the steering wheel. What follows next is a complete accident and most definitely not her fault. Honestly, she had pushed the gear shift forward ever so slightly but it went fully into drive. Before Maggie knew it, the car is rolling forward and picking up speed very quickly. ]

Oh no...

[ Maggie tries to pull the gear shift back to where she put it but it snapped off entirely. Holding onto it, she felt her heart drop. Well, there is only one thing left to do.

Scream. ]

{ SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409 [A OR B] }

[ Getting involved with these sorts of things is something Maggie didn't like doing but she felt asking around wasn't anything too offensive. Her questions vary between simple to thought provoking. Maggie isn't exactly the type to use her brain due to her impulsive nature but, when she did, she could use basic logic. It's obvious that it's because of the Terrans or whatever the hell they were calling themselves. But the question is who was doing it. Maggie is honestly getting tired of it all.

The divide and dislike is super dumb so she already had a theory of who could of done it. So, she approaches the strongest person close to her. Maggie wanted to punch whoever did it, really she did, but she also values her life. It only seems logical to tell the real ass kickers her idea so they could go handle it. ]

Hey, so, I have an idea who could have done it from asking around and it's definitely anti-Terran motivated. But anyone with a few brain cells could tell that...

{ WILDCARD }

[ Throw whatever at me! ]

crystals

[enforce]

At least someone's having fun... sure, sure. Knock yourself out.

[ From the porch of one of the cottages, thankfully covered by an awning, Shouta sticks his arm out, basket in hand. His is empty, only because he hadn't reacted to sharp objects falling from the sky with the same enthusiasm. Still, seeing someone actually enjoying themselves in this situation isn't all that bad.

In his grasp, the empty basket catches a few crystals, even if he has no intention of hanging onto it. ]

time to say goodbye

[bye_felicia]

[ If there's anyone that looks the strongest, closest to her or not, it would be the nearly seven foot tall, golden Amazon that's currently examining blaster marks and residue on one of the destroyed walls.

She glances over with a touch of disdain at the girl. But she looks like a Green. At least there's that. Finally someone who looks like they should. Even if she probably doesn't know a video recorder from a fork. ]

Yes, and?

keith / voltron: the legendary defender / ota

[autopilots]

blast from the past

( the settled feeling of bargaining for items puts this odd feeling of permanency in keith, which he doesn't especially like, but. on the other hand, fixing cars and working on things from a generation before his keeps his hands busy, so. he sticks to the task, helps out where he can. the notion of using crystals to power things is a concept he's well familiar with, and while he's certainly not the engineer on his team back at home, he's learned plenty through osmosis. building proper carrying places, learning the structure of the crystals and their energy emissions.

if pidge were here, she'd probably have a heart attack over the atrocities he's committing against math and engineering, but for the most part it's getting the job done.

most of the time he isn't accepting trades in exchange for services. he does accept a piece of fruit for his teleporting cosmic wolf, kosmo, who can be seen happily munching away with a star shaped pear in his mouth, trotting delightfully up to other people, looking for spare crystals. if you've got them, he and keith might come up to you, waving a friendly hand. )

Hey. Do you have any spare crystals? ( a vague handwave. ) I'm a little short.

say goodbye to the 409

( keith wakes with the crowd during the siege, but - by the time he runs downstairs, black bayard sword in hand, there's just. nothing. the perpetrators have already moved on, and he takes about three steps in one direction to run after them, before he regathers his thoughts. it's more important to make sure everyone's safe, he figures. he doesn't know those people, or how they could've done this, and charging in after them single handed seems like the move of someone with a death wish.

so he occupies his time, gathering the few supplies he has into a pack and inspecting the town's damage. clearly everyone else has given up on this place, but the idea bristles in keith - won't they just keep running forevermore? they'll have to fight, eventually.

he might approach you, then, a stoic look on his face. )

Can you fight?

( more importantly, would you? )

byop

( anything else! i can be reached at fingerstripes for plotting reasons. )

say goodbye

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan is focused on helping these people as well - carrying boxes for an older woman who clearly can't do it herself, setting them in a waiting vehicle and going for the next. He's used to heavy lifting.

He stops what he's doing at the question, though - a little surprised to hear it from out of the blue, from a stranger. ]

Sure, if I have to. Can you?

blast from the past

[enforce]

[ If the wolf hadn't had a comical mouthful of fruit, Shouta might be a bit more alarmed at its presence suddenly trying to sniff out something on him. But he can only assume it's the owner who approaches next, and his gaze rises to meet that of the young man — calm, weary blue in one eye, sharp green in the other.

It's pretty easy to tell a fellow transplant from the locals, though he says nothing, instead hefting a container of crystals. He hadn't had anything better to do than drink and set out baskets while it rained, so. ]

Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out. [ A glance back down. ] Nice pooch.

[warfares]

DAY ONE: STARTING FRESH

[ they fish him from the water, shaken and disorientated, and herd him onto a transport that's seen better days. medical attention is offered – and quickly refused, though he accepts the offer of a med pack, instead.

he finds a quiet corner and settles in, turning the pack over in his hands. the introductory spiel leaves a lot to be desired, but he glances toward the rift when directed, mouth thin and brows drawn. he's never seen, or felt, like this before. something wild and violent. ] Convenient how they neglect to mention whoever's responsible.

DAY THREE: SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409 – OPTION B

[ if there is one advantage to the life he has lived, it's that Kylo Ren moves swiftly from (what passes for) rest to being alert. is up and out of bed within seconds of the last volley of blasts, his weapon drawn.

heading outside reveals the extent of the damage. locals cluster in the streets, making movement difficult. whoever's responsible appears to be long gone.

deactivating his saber, Ren turns to the person nearest to him – perhaps it's a local, perhaps it's a fellow refugee, he doesn't seem that picky – and asks: ] Has this happened before?

WILDCARD

[ what it says on the tin. hmu at resurrectionist or pm me if you have any other ideas. ]

day one

[enforce]

You noticed that too, huh.

[ A rhetorical question, though no less true for it. Sure, the intercom droning on overhead is forthcoming about where they are, more or less, but the why leaves a lot to be desired. For his part, Shouta is looking drier and leagues less beaten up than the other occupants of the shuttle. Arms crossed, he sighs through his nose.

And looks out the window to see that tear of light in the sky. ]

Unless that thing starts talking, I get the feeling we'll be wondering a while.