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driftfleet2018-04-02 02:11 am
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-02 02:11 am
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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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Very wise. I expected nothing less from a King.
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When he speaks again it's abrupt, as though the act of saying it isn't something he was expecting to do.]
We can't do anything for these people. But-- we can still do something for Asgard. In memory of them.
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Funeral rites?
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[Looking at Loki once more, he tips his head slightly to the side.]
We could be here for a while.
[It's something that should be done by all of them, the survivors. The more time goes by in this place though, the more cut-off Thor feels, and coming across this solemn tomb has reminded him that there's truly no 'good' time for it. The last rites he had done had been in a Sakaarian prison, after all.]
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I can make the arrangements.
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We'll need to get supplies too. I don't think they sold boats in this town.
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It's not as though anyone will miss it.
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[Kind of terrible, but also true. Thor can't really argue the point either, given how many windows and doors he smashed up in the interests of figuring things out earlier.]
It'll come back.
[Right? Right.]
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Precisely. And it is for a worthy cause.
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[They have to set some boundaries. Thor might not have as many compunctions about taking things from the town as Steve does, but he's not about to trash a home.]
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As the king commands.
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As you wish, my king.
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The king is going back now. Is the prince going to hang around in the dark out here?
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Perhaps. I'm well suited to the dark, after all.
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[Thor turns back to where the lights of town can be seen in the distance, and gestures over his shoulder.]
Come on.
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All right.