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]

Good reason or not, it's still stupid. [he chances a brief glance out the window to see how she's doing before looking away again]

[watermarks]

[She will get them in there! It might be a little bumpy how they end up on the landing pad, but it's safe enough.

...She really needs to get someone to teach her how to fly this thing.]

...well, one of us definitely isn't drinking unless we want to spend the night on the Iskaulit.

[She's just saying. Your plan has a Flaw.

And she is trying very hard not to think about why they were up here now in the first place, but since she had... she was wondering if she needed to see those pictures he took.]

[privateeyed]

[oh goodness. Ben lets out a faint curse at the bumps, and doesn't let go for a good two minutes after their parked and the engine is off] . . . 'kay, we'll work on the parking part.

[he snorts] Or we could call someone from one of our ships if it gets to that point.

[watermarks]

[She frowns at him.] I don't see you doing any better with parking. [Look, this was a Big Deal, okay, you don't get to act like you'd be a source of help when you're not even doing the work yourself, hmmph.] And that is not a comm conversation I want to have with my brother.

[privateeyed]

I offered. [a pointed look] Only reason you'd do better is 'cause I can't see clearly to do it. [so there]

I could call someone from mine, you know.

[watermarks]

You offered, but you don't know how to do it any better than I do. So don't try to pull the boy card on me. [HMPH. She begins to unlatch her seatbelt.] And we're probably not going to need to call anyone, unless you really do want to get something to drink.

[She's not even sure at this point.]

[privateeyed]

The . . . boy card. What's the boy card? [he genuinely does not know. He hops out of the shuttle, stretching with a wince; his hip doesn't appreciate all the walking he's done today] That's up to you. I'm going to at least have a beer.

[watermarks]

[Patiently:] The boy card is when a boy thinks he can do something better than a girl, even though they have the same level of experience, just because they're male. [If she was from a different place and time, the word 'mansplaining' might make an appearance.

She does note that wince with some concern. She could probably do something about that... but he should probably just try stretching and resting it first.

...a beer wouldn't be as bad as a whiskey or something, right? Hmm...]

[privateeyed]

Ohh. Yeah, no, I know better than to ever play that card. [he doesn't have a death wish, thank you] I was playing the - "I'm almost twice your age and had a license once" card. And also the jackass card, but that's always in my hand.

[nah it's cool, it's pretty apparent he's used to this happening. It barely even gets a muttered curse] . . . what? What's that look?

[watermarks]

[Oh, if it's just the jackass card, she can deal with that. It's less personally offensive and more generally offensive, which is fine. She lets it go and gestures to his hip.] You look like you need to stretch that out.

[privateeyed]

[he can't help but snort, standing up straight] It's fine, it just stiffens up at the end of the day. Kinda comes with the whole . . . y'know. [he makes a gesture to indicate his whole being blown up bullshit]

[watermarks]

Yeah, that makes sense. [Except... folding her arms and giving him an assessing glance.] So you've probably got a stretching and strengthening routine to keep it from getting worse and help it to get better, right?

[Right?]

[privateeyed]

[oh my god]

Yes, mom, I've got a routine. Not much I can do for it besides stretch it out, though. Kind of a "deal with it and ignore it" deal.

[watermarks]

[Heh. Katara rolls her eyes at him and starts walking.]

Well... if you're following it and it's still not helping, maybe I can take a look at it? I don't know if it will help, but it couldn't hurt.

[privateeyed]

[he follows after her, making a concentrated effort not to limp]

I dunno what you can do for it either, but - [a shrug] If you want? Fair warning - it's not pretty.

[watermarks]

[She pauses and turns back to him.]

I won't know if I can help you unless I look. I've never treated anyone with your injuries before, but if it's what I think it is causing you pain, I can probably help with that. It'll only take a few minutes to find out.

[She waits to see if he's game.

...maybe she'll realize that she didn't explain about her bending in a moment, but it's just... really obvious to her, so...]

[privateeyed]

[he stops as well and raises an eyebrow. Normally, he'd turn her down; seeking out help of any kind is just something he doesn't do unless it becomes necessary. As for this . . . it's something he's lived with forever now. He's grown used to it.

Still . . . it couldn't hurt to let her try. It isn't like he hasn't tried everything else already]

I'm game. [he shrugs again] Just don't get upset when it doesn't work. That isn't - being pessimistic either, I've just done a lot already to try and deal with it.

[watermarks]

[She holds back a sarcastic: I'll try not to cry about it, because... well, they do barely know each other, and he's extending a lot of trust in letting her take a look. So she just ignores his warning. After all, he's right, it's possible that her healing wouldn't be able to help. She hasn't felt any difference in her powers since she's come here, but she hasn't tried to heal anyone since she's been here either.]

Do you want to have a seat or find a room somewhere?

[There's got to be a random overturned box somewhere in the hanger, isn't there always?]

[privateeyed]

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