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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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[ Loki certainly would like to be imbued with less sentiment. Asgard's loss rings a little hollow and he knows why. As much as he enjoyed his stint as king, it stopped being a home long ago. Though now, it feels like a hole in his chest. Loki used to have a place to go back to. Thor has Midgard. What does Loki have? ]
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[He closes one of the half-mangled journals, looking humbled by the words inside, on the paper. He's not completely devastated if only because his job - his life - has been a life with nothing but death and destruction and loss. But you know. That shit is depressing.
Sam prefers to keep it positive.]
If they hadn't kept these writings, I wouldn't be able to take them off this planet with me.
In here, I mean. [He taps his temple. And then gives pause. Should he even bring up old universes this guy won't remember at all? Eh. Why not.] Loki, right? We've met before.
... A few times over the span of the last few years.
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[ His expression shutters briefly. Loki does not enjoy pre-made assumptions. ]
I'm afraid I have not had the pleasure.
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Or never remembered in the first place.
[Hmm.]
Anyway - it's alright. It was probably you from another timeline, or universe, or - maybe you did the forgetting. A lot of people tend to not remember the last time I saw them. Does 'Adstringendum' ring a bell?
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No. I have not in any murderous pocket dimensions with people from other realities until of late.
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[But he shrugs, fidgeting with his trusty ol' pen.]
I've been in places I can't remember, either. Probably for an assortment of reasons at this point. The Loki I know from my world is a little more, uh — feathery. Or... was.
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I am afraid I do not follow. Feathery?
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Using the name of the God isn't much of a cover.
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[The two Lokis would probably be besties. Gross.]
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Those are my known qualities.
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[He glances up, eyebrows raised.
Because boy, angels have shit family issues.]
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You could say that.
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[He huffs, tucking a book under his arm.]
Maybe he took your name because he could relate to you. I mean, since our universes seem to share similar traits... Sort of. I found your brother's hammer at a supernatural auction once.
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[ In the tone of "you're shitting me" ]
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[Or something. He grabs one of the less damaged journals and tucks it under arm, hoping to get some quotes from it for future study notes. It's important, okay. He's on it.]
... It was pretty cool, but I didn't really have time to enjoy the items there exactly.
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[ Save that one time with a giant. ]
Cool how. Surely you did not . . . lift it.
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And thusly, he stumbles over his wording.]
I — I. Uh, borrowed it for a hot second, sure.
[Are you going to be weird about this too.]
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Uh.
That went well.
... See you around.
[Sam he’s already gone.
Note to self, Loki despises Thor and his cool lightning hammer.]