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The Bunker of Nariba Relia | OPEN PLOT MINGLE POST
Who: Everyone!!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The bunker in the surrounding desert.
When: Sometime recently, see this post for full information. Below is the excerpt of information listed there. Feel free to make a top comment and thread out the sad truth and whatnot.
[Records buried in the library, the research facility, and cues from the power plant will eventually reveal the bunker in the surrounding desert. The passageway leads several yards underground, and it doesn’t appear to have been used in a long time. Those brave enough to venture inside will find that it is not much more than a tomb. Eerily enough, the emergency lights are still on, casting a soft red glow over sheets and the once-bodies beneath them.
It has been long enough that paper journals, books, and personal belongings (like bags and such) have deteriorated to the point of being extremely fragile. Handled with care, however, they are eager to tell a story.
“The engineers should have been more careful. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recoup my losses from this… At least I have enough money to buy a ride off this planet!”
“No one could have known this would happen. Hopefully it stabilizes so we can go home soon. In the meantime, I’ve been teaching my daughter how to count. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, and I don’t know what to tell her.”
“It’s not getting better. So many people have died that we’re running out of room in the morgue. We had to move all of the food to another room so that the smell doesn’t leach out, but we all know what’s back there.”
“The replicator was supposed to repair us, too.”
“I don’t know if we can go back yet, but it doesn’t matter. Even if the city was back to the way it was, there’s no cure for us. The dead are dead, and we lay down next to them as we wait for our turn.”
There is nothing that can be done for these people except to give them the eternal rest they deserve. Ultimately, the fate of Nariba Relia is a sad one and not altogether preventable.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The bunker in the surrounding desert.
When: Sometime recently, see this post for full information. Below is the excerpt of information listed there. Feel free to make a top comment and thread out the sad truth and whatnot.
[Records buried in the library, the research facility, and cues from the power plant will eventually reveal the bunker in the surrounding desert. The passageway leads several yards underground, and it doesn’t appear to have been used in a long time. Those brave enough to venture inside will find that it is not much more than a tomb. Eerily enough, the emergency lights are still on, casting a soft red glow over sheets and the once-bodies beneath them.
It has been long enough that paper journals, books, and personal belongings (like bags and such) have deteriorated to the point of being extremely fragile. Handled with care, however, they are eager to tell a story.
“The engineers should have been more careful. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recoup my losses from this… At least I have enough money to buy a ride off this planet!”
“No one could have known this would happen. Hopefully it stabilizes so we can go home soon. In the meantime, I’ve been teaching my daughter how to count. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, and I don’t know what to tell her.”
“It’s not getting better. So many people have died that we’re running out of room in the morgue. We had to move all of the food to another room so that the smell doesn’t leach out, but we all know what’s back there.”
“The replicator was supposed to repair us, too.”
“I don’t know if we can go back yet, but it doesn’t matter. Even if the city was back to the way it was, there’s no cure for us. The dead are dead, and we lay down next to them as we wait for our turn.”
There is nothing that can be done for these people except to give them the eternal rest they deserve. Ultimately, the fate of Nariba Relia is a sad one and not altogether preventable.]
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This is a grave. That's all he can think as he steps quietly through the dimly lit spaces. Not even that; graves are prepared by those still living, for the care of those passed on. This is a forgotten place full of forgotten people. At least Asgard still has some left to mourn, he muses, but even that feels hollow. Asgard's lost don't even have bodies or soil left behind.
Thor doesn't touch the sheets littering the halls in sad, orderly rows. He passes at the edges of them if he can, only staying long enough to check what rooms are in the place. It doesn't take long. He finds himself back in the main area doing nothing but stare at the sheets. After so many weeks of running from place to place, keeping his mind on the present, he's run into a dead end.
Later on, Thor can be found sitting on a rock outside the bunker entrance, lost in thought as he watches the sun set over the desert.]
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Brooding, brother? How unlike you.
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There's little else to be done about it.
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[ Because that's something Loki would never expect Thor to say. ]
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[He turns then, looking at Loki before gazing past him to the open doors of the bunker entrance.]
The time for anything that could have changed their fates is long past.
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But that isn't what I meant.
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The very word 'home' snags in Thor's thoughts. He shakes his head once, like he can dislodge it somehow.]
No, I don't. But I'm not going to pass this by without a thought.
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[ His gaze slides off. ]
But I doubt this fate of this place is the only thing on your mind.
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[Which Thor resents, on some level. What happened here was not the same. The way they died, the way they've been forgotten. The way they still have a planet to be discovered on. He has to be honest with himself about it, though. Asgard is always on his mind; this has just been a slap in the face to stop him distracting himself.
Looking back to the sunset, he clasps his hands together and rests his chin on them.]
There were more people here than remains of Asgard.
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Saddled with her own grief from recent losses, and now this, Riona feels compelled to act. Which is why she eventually leaves the bunker, intent on doing something for these people. In most places in Thedas, humans burn their dead. and these people deserve a funeral of some sort. This place has endless supplies; she's certain she can get enough to make funeral pyres for these people. Likely mass ones - there's too many dead to build one for each individual, but it's better than nothing.
On the way out, though, she spots Thor, and slows. Her task can wait a moment. She steps over to him, looking at the sunset with him.]
Not... what I was hoping to find in there. Those poor people.
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I didn't think this was what happened. Maybe that was foolish of me.
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[The world needs optimists. Even if the cynical folk laugh at them for it, the world needs it.]
Honestly, I expected that they had left or moved elsewhere. I wish that's all it was and not a tomb.
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[It's a terrible fate, one that strikes him too close to home at the moment. Asgard hadn't suffered an accident, but its wholesale destruction had claimed all but a few hundred. Maybe he had hoped it would have been the same for Nariba Relia.]
And with no one left to remember it.
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[She wishes they knew where they had come from, so maybe they could be informed. Come collect their dead, give them a proper burial. But that doesn't seem likely, and given the seeming length of time that's passed, no one may care about them anymore.]
They deserve better than being left in that place.
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[Maybe giving them any kind of funeral would be better than nothing. Yet Thor still isn't certain he has the heart to do that for strangers he never met. Not when there's still such a weight on him from elsewhere.]
If nothing else, maybe the bunker should be marked in some way. So that no one else who happens across this world has to wonder at what befell it.
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[Surely it beats just being left there.]
I agree with a marker, too. Some kind of memorial.
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We do something similar in Asgard, though we lay the dead in boats first and set them out to sea before igniting it.
[There's a lot more magic involved as well, spheres of light and ascension into the stars. There still remains a thread of similarity.]
Do you want some help with the wood?
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She pauses, however, at the newly carved memorial. She wonders who put this together. She still... kind of wanted to do her own, but the need felt less great. She is standing there, a scarf over her head to protect from the desert heat, when she notices Thor sitting on a rock outside the bunker. She's still pretty far off, so she just raises her hand in greeting.]
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When he reaches her he manages a smile. Despite the heat, he's still in his sleeveless armor without any extra protection. Maybe he's used to it.]
Katara, it's good to see you off the Marsiva.
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She manages to temper down the instinct to tell him to both cover up (his arms) and take something off (his armor) by the time he gets to her, to the relief of all, especially Sokka.]
Hi, Thor. Look what I found. [She moves away so he can see the memorial carved into stone.] This wasn't here when I came the other day. I was thinking of coming back and trying to construct something, but it looks like someone already did.
[And she's happy about that, really, happy that there will be something that marks the place and the people, just as she's happy that she wasn't the only one with the idea. It says a lot for the people in the fleet that this was something which was already done.]
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I hadn't seen it before either ... I'm glad someone thought to do this. [Glancing at Katara, he smiles faintly. It's less cheerful than usual but no less genuine.] I've hated thinking about these people being lost to knowledge.
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It's such a sad thing. I'm used to this in war, not... by accident.
[And she still doesn't know what's worse. She places her hand on the stone, and again, is glad it's there.]
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There's something familiar in what Katara says about loss by war, and the strangeness of this place alongside that.]
It's the same for me. [His reply is more sober, as he watches her touch the stone.] These people had no chance to fight for their lives. Nowhere else to run. [Heaving a sigh, he looks back towards where the bunker is cut into the earth some dozens of feet away.] All they could do was wait.
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[After a moment, she glances back at the stone and quietly confesses:] I keep trying to think about what's worse, death as a result of violence or... by accident. And I can't... decide. [Maybe it's not the short of thing that can be measured, maybe all life cut short too soon is its own personal world-ending.] ...but I know I'd rather at least have a chance to fight than be forced to wait.
[And so - for her, maybe, this was worse. Although she hates the thought of dying in a fight as well, because that would mean that she wasn't good enough to protect herself, and to protect others, and she is so, so sick of that.]
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I would rather fight as well. I've been wondering if I would have done things differently, had this happened under my watch. With my people.
[He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at the words on the rock until they become nothing but lines.]
But I can't answer that. All I know is that I wouldn't wish this on anybody.
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prepare yourself for a wall of tl;dr, and i'm sorry
i love scaling these walls
good, 'cause here's more
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