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

[dothelokimotion]

[ Asgard had no records. Most of the people they had . . . saved were peasantry. Common folk. They had their stories, their own rituals. None of which Loki was very familiar with. He never spent much time with them and in a way, he does regret that. A part of him wonders if he's the only one left who might know the fullest extent of their history. The courts had vanished. The warriors gone. The scholars? What scholars?

Heimdall might know. Valkyrie has been gone too long. Loki, who is not even Asgardian, might be housing the last parts of Asgard's knowledge. Its magic, its science. The deeds passed on.

He hates it. Loki hates it so much he might burst. But instead he sits in a corner, thumbing through the journals silently. ]

Sentiment.

[privateeyed]

[bunkers weren't anything new to Ben. He'd been in plenty of them, as a child and as a soldier, and ranging from crumbling relics to ones outfitted with the current technology of his time. He'd even stepped into one or two that resembled the one here on Nariba Relia, only the bodies weren't as old.

But even with that experience, the bunker unsettles him, deep down in his bones. Before he steps foot inside of it he feels twitchy, his usual sarcastic comments replaced with solemn silence. It takes ten minutes of pacing for him to psych himself up to even head down the stairs, and another five of just standing there scowling at nothing to keep going once he reaches the bottom.

He does manage to stay down there long enough to read a few of the journals and scraps of paper, and while he can't sit still for very long, being able to focus on that rather than everything else in his head helps. He's careful not to touch anything, in order to keep what's left preserved for other people to check out. Every so often, he'll offer his commentary on the matter:]

Fuckin' hell.

[really, what else is there to say?]

[dreamvour]

[tragedy and death were commonplace to someone like Baku. She'd seen the world at its worse - her own and the human world - and while she knew how to grieve and mourn, she was long past the point where it drew more than a brief frown.

Still, she's respectful of the dead and what remains of them. Anything she touches is done carefully, and when she wanders over to the bodies, she makes sure to cover them back up properly. It's a bit out of her element - the dead don't dream, nor do they leave dreams behind, but - she wants to understand what happened here]

[ginger_firebird]

[He's grateful for once to have the mask for reasons unrelated to reputation or his powers. It hides his utter disgust and the grimace of pity taking over his face. He thinks of names like Chernobyl and the utter helplessness one faces when all that was meant to keep life going simply doesn't.

You'd think traveling across multiple words, you wouldn't find such basic errors, and yet here he stands before two small figures covered in shrouds.]

This whole town is a reliquary for your dream. [He sighs deeply, the action shifting a great deal of his body. Then he kneels down and very gently sets the shrouds a little neater.] May your rest bring you more peace than life did.

[rebuildyourruins]

[All roads lead somewhere in the end. Yet this isn't where Thor expected this road to finish, not really. It had been obvious something happened to the people here, but Thor tends towards optimism in most things. Even if disaster struck, he had assumed most - some - had left this world. Stepping into the bunker, that assumption was easily dashed.

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.]

Max Rockatansky | OTA

[theroadwarrior]

[Max is very limited in his time in the bunker. He leafs through exactly one brittle journal before ignoring the bodies and aura of pain and tragedy — and, as easy as a hand slipping into a perfectly-sized glove, he crouches low and begins to sift through belongings. Any that seem useful, he begins to put into his bag.

Though he does take the time to look over a small, nearly collapsed stuffed animal and placing it carefully next to a smaller looking skeletal form under the sheet It's probably theirs; might as well return that, for peace of mind.

but any metals, anything that hasn't eroded with time — he's taking.

By the time he's up and moving from the structure, he's folding and unfolding a small pocket knife he'd found, carved in a language he can't read; probably a name. He'll maybe find a way to read it sometime.]