The Bunker of Nariba Relia | OPEN PLOT MINGLE POST

[theroadwarrior]

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.]

Comments

[privateeyed]

[part of him wants to insist, but instead he lets go and holds his hand up with a shrug and a wordless "I warned you"] If that's what you want.

[he doesn't need to know or wonder. And he had his fill of bodies years ago]

[watermarks]

[She appreciates him letting her do this without a fuss. She can't help it, she really can't --

She moves forward and very carefully lifts up the corner of the sheet.

It's... exactly what you would expect. Mostly decomposed. Certainly very beyond help. She feels her stomach lurch and is careful to lightly set the sheet back down instead of letting it fall, not wanting to harm the body further.

On the other hand, she stands up abruptly and takes two steps away. Her fists clench hard at her sides as she forces herself breathe.]

...how many... how many do you think there are?

[She can't bring herself to look right now.]

[privateeyed]

[at the very least, there's no "I told you so" - at least, not this time. Even if he has issues keeping his mouth shut, he knows when it's far from appropriate. THis is one of those times]

How many? [he's glad that his eyesight is shit without the prosthetic, because he can't quite make out how many there are just in that room. It's probably foe the best] . . . can't tell. Too many.

[watermarks]

[Too many. Of course. That was the only right answer.

She shuts her eyes and takes another moment before glancing up at him. Her eyes widen for a second, focusing on the immediate concern.] You shouldn't be breathing all this in. Do you have something to tie around your mouth and nose?

[privateeyed]

—huh? [he was expecting the conversation to continue in one direction, so the sudden change catches him by surprise. He blinks at her stupidly for a moment] What?

[oh, wait. He rolls his eyes and with a sigh, pulls the collar of his shirt up over his nose] I doubt there's anything bad in the air.

[watermarks]

You're surrounded by decomposing bodies. [A hand on a hip as she takes brief refuge in indignation and what it is that she knows, something she can do]

Do you really want to be breathing bits of them in?

[privateeyed]

No, but I'm not exactly getting near the bodies. [is the response he gives instead of "I've breathed in worse". Because he's trying to be mature. Desperately trying]

[watermarks]

This is an enclosed area-- [She starts, because she can't help it, but then remembers the sheets... he's probably not in that much danger, not if they don't stay down here for long.

Besides, he already agreed. She stops and shakes her head at herself.] Thank you for covering up anyway. What did you find?

[privateeyed]

[he almost wants to point out that, if it were dangerous down here, he'd already be one of the first to drop, but that's in bad taste.

Besides, her question gives him an excuse to lead her away from the bodies and back over to the journals. He motions her over and kneels down, gesturing with his flesh hand to what he was reading before] Journal. Or what's left of one.

[watermarks]

[She lets him lead her, still happy for the excuse to not think about how many bodies...

Too many.]

What kind of journal? [Glancing at him a little uncertainly.] You mean from one of the people here?

[privateeyed]

[trust him, he's happy for the distraction, too. He needs to keep himself focused or it won't be pretty]

Yeah. [he frowns and squints at the piece of faded paper] Things didn't go the way they thought it would, it sounds like.

[he frowns further, then reaches into his pocket for his communicator so he can take a picture]

[watermarks]

[She glances at the journal and there is another nearby, so she lifts it up carefully.]

What kind of things?

[privateeyed]

[he glances up to watch her, frowning, before he looks at the picture he just took]

. . . "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."

[he leaves off the rest, uncomfortable reading that part out loud to her]

[watermarks]

[She pauses, her eyes widening.] They were sick?

[...go back to the city? What had made them leave in the first place?] Is that what made them leave in the first place?

[privateeyed]

Don't know, I can't read the rest of it. But there's other bits scattered around—

[he nods to the one she picked up] What does yours say?

[watermarks]

[Katara opens the journal in the middle. The pages are so faded, she has to look through carefully for something she can read.]

This says... "“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.”

[She glances up at him and then toward the back of the room they're in. A whole other room...?

She has to duck her head and she closes her eyes to concentrate on breathing again.]

[privateeyed]

[he looks towards the back of the room as well, eyes widening briefly. Just how many people were down here that it was that bad?]

Jesus christ.

—don't get sick down here. If you gotta, we can go up and take a break.

[watermarks]

I won't - I won't - [But it's almost like a chant and it feels like the walls are closing in and--

She gives him a wide-eyed look before turning.]

...but maybe that's a good idea.

[She sets the journal back down, closing it carefully before standing.]

[privateeyed]

'Course it's a good idea.

[he pushes to his feet and makes an "after you" gesture]

[watermarks]

[Katara very nearly bolts out of there. She doesn't run, but the walk is a decent impression of it. He'll have to take long steps to catch up with her.]

[privateeyed]

[oh don't worry, he's only a step behind her.

Though when they reach the top he stops just outside, letting her continue to wherever she needs privacy, if she really is about to be sick]

[watermarks]

[No, although her rapid motion has done her heart rate very little good, and the implications of that book are... horrifying, she is not going to throw up.

She does keep her back to Ben, though, as she rips the scarf from her mouth and nose and then covers her mouth with her hand.

She's trembling.]

[privateeyed]

[oh, geez. This is the part he isn't good at - hell, he can't even handle his own bullshit, how is he supposed to help someone else?

He tugs down his shirt and lets out a breath, then reaches back into his bag to pull out a water bottle. He waits a moment, just to make sure she really isn't going to be sick, then heads over to offer it to her]

Here, take a few sips. Slow, deep breaths, too. Supposed to help, or so I'm told.

[watermarks]

[Poor Ben. Katara tries to pull herself together, but there are still tears in her eyes. She sees him offer her his water bottle out of her peripheral vision and nods. She takes it, but she doesn't manage to take the drink. Her other hand curls into a fist at her side.

She exhales - breathe - and then does manage to take just one sip before passing it back to him.] I'll be okay, I'm just -- [Her eyes heat; tears are imminent.] That's so horrible.

[privateeyed]

[once she takes it he just sits down right there, taking a deep breath and letting it slowly - taking his own advice, at least for a second]

Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty horrible. [he takes the water back and takes a sip himself, then breathes out a curse] Fucking hell.