first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[beardstrokes]

[ He can't help making a brief disgusted face. How he loathes politics. ]

So the question remains. Is it the ruling party or the corporations?

[diplomacme]

It could be both, or neither. [ She sweeps her flashlight over the drill, looking for any familiar mechanics or identification of any kind. ]

I just have a feeling that this wasn't an accident.

[beardstrokes]

I'm inclined to agree.

[ He wonders if it's worth wrecking the place - a very Anakin move. Probably not though. ]

[diplomacme]

[ She (very briefly) has the same thought. But this is evidence they might need later. ]

Let's look around some more. Maybe they slipped up and left something behind.

[beardstrokes]

There's probably an office on the top level.

[ He really shouldn't be encouraging this, but since he's here . . . might as well go all the way. ]

[diplomacme]

Good thinking.

[ She looks around for a set of stairs. There are some just a few meters away. They're a little rickety-- obviously this place hasn't been maintained-- and she nearly trips as one step completely gives way, destroyed by rust. ]

It doesn't seem that the locals bother with upkeep in these warehouses.

[beardstrokes]

[ He instinctively reaches out to grab her, though his touch is gentle. Once he's sure she's fine, Obi-Wan lets go. ]

They had other things on their mind.

[diplomacme]

[ She acknowledges his help with a glance, but it's clearly meant to be a 'thank you.'

Instead, she pauses for a moment at the first landing, giving Obi-Wan a brief moment to catch up. ]

It's almost like they've given up investigating.

[beardstrokes]

Considering how badly things have gone . . . I imagine there was a breaking point.

[diplomacme]

[ She scans for anything resembling an office.

Quietly: ]

They're desperate enough to trust strangers with the fate of their planet.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan doesn't say anything. He and Padme have been to enough planets, enough systems to know how it works.

Outside forces come in, they help and they often tear the planet apart. ]

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé is silent until the reach a likely-looking door. She carefully picks the lock and the door swings open with a loud creak. ]

It looks like nobody has been in here in years.

[beardstrokes]

Wouldn't that mean the equipment in use . . . has been left running?

[ Is it possible that no one bothered to stop it? ]

[diplomacme]

[ She makes a sweep of the room with her flashlight. ]

Maybe. But it doesn't look like they left in a hurry.

[ Everything is dusty, true, but not disheveled. ]

[beardstrokes]

See anything unusual?

[ He moves closer to the desk, surveying it critically. ]

[diplomacme]

[ While Obi-Wan studies the desk, Padmé tries to turn on the antiquated computer system. Predictably, it doesn't boot. And, predictably, the harddrive can't be removed. ]

No luck.

[beardstrokes]

[ Then Obi-Wan senses it, a tremor in the Force. Someone might be coming. ]

Then we had better leave. I have a bad feeling and I rather not get caught here.

[diplomacme]

[ She nods, doing one last sweep of the room to make sure they didn't leave anything identifying behind. ]

Lead the way.

[beardstrokes]

[ He could hear it clearly now, the sounds of people outside the door. ]

Let's use the window. I'll go first.

[diplomacme]

[ She moves toward the window, keeping herself in the shadows and her eyes on the door. ]

Is it clear?

[beardstrokes]

[ He looks out, before nodding. ]

I'll go first.

[ And he neatly jumps off the window still without warning. ]

[diplomacme]

[ She's used to that. Jedi. She hops onto the windowsill after him, waiting for her cue. The footsteps are getting louder.

In a whisper: ] Obi-Wan.

[beardstrokes]

[ He calls out softly. ]

Jump, Padme. I'll catch you.

[diplomacme]

[ She can't see the ground very well, but she jumps anyway. She trusts him enough that she doesn't hesitate. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He catches her easily and sets her down. ]

I think we're done here.