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modormenace ([personal profile] modormenace) wrote in [community profile] f20202020-09-23 03:48 pm

FINALE: Synod & Conclusion

The Synod should have ended on the 21st, but a blackout traps all the attendees in the facility. The train won't move. The Gates won't reverse. The anomaly outside would eradicate anything attempting to cross the stygian wasteland. All anyone can do is wait.

On the 23rd, a network message informs all imPorts their time has come to an end. Their presence is tearing this world apart, and in order to save it, the Resistance must destroy the Porter. All imPorts depend on it for survival, and will die along with it—
but humanity will triumph.

THE CATALYST TO
THE FINALE
THE
REBELS
ATTACK

A hastily-assembled team of various faction members rushes to the Porter's defense. When they arrive, they find that their extremist opponents are imPorts themselves. Some of them might have once been called friends. Others have remained in the shadows, sleeper forces of the Resistance. While the saboteurs continue their work, fighters leap into battle against all those who've arrived to defend the Porter.

[OOC: Please tag the above top-level if you'd like some mod-run NPC combat! We'll be able to back/tag several PCs for at least 2 weeks from today.]

Not only must enemy combatants be defeated, but a complex series of timed explosive devices threatens to destroy the Porter controls, forcing a desperate call for technical experts and finesse powers.

 

Only partway into the showdown, a minor explosion rips through the crowd and takes out combatants on both sides. An alarm begins to scream. Total annihilation has been averted, but the Porter's shields are crumbling.

ESCAPE THE SYNOD

Though the terrorists are now in custody, there's a bigger problem. The facility is no longer safe. The Gates, echoing the damaged Porter, still haven't reversed polarity. Everyone will have to escape via the Death Train, which isn't equipped for so many imPorts in high concentration. It'll need additional shielding and the reprogramming for multiple trips, which means tech-minded imPorts will have to cooperate to overcome its automated settings.

ImPorts must divide into smaller groups because the destination station at the White City may overload too. Batches of ImPorts pile together for the ride in much more cramped quarters than they're used to. Several are injured from the attack, others are dying, and it'll be a long and harrowing journey before they can reach a hospital for treatment. ImPorts steal moments for hurt and comfort, as well as moments of revelation and intimacy.

Even for those left unscathed, they must swiftly transfer through the White City and travel back to their home factions via conventional means, or risk causing dimensional chaos as more ImPorts arrive behind them.

THE QUIET

Once the Death Train arrives at the White City with the last of the Synod attendees on board, it seems like the worst is over. While anyone wanting to leave the city is free to use conventional means to do so, some choose to remain in Florida to recuperate, strategize or tend to the wounded.

For three days, everything looks like it might be returning to normal.

ImPorts are likely to resume life as usual, continuing with politicking and personal lives alike. After all, there's a year to go until the next Synod-- and despite everything, new ImPorts still arrive through the battered Porter facility.

DEATH DOME EXPANDS

On September 26th, sensors indicate a wave of cosmic radiation moving toward the White City. The reason is obvious enough: damage to the Porter has destabilized the Death Dome and now it's rapidly expanding. If it isn't stopped, it'll swallow the city within days. After that, scientists fear it may tear through the entire planet.

The White Tower immediately puts out a call for aid. Citizens of the city will have to be evacuated en masse. They plead for every imPort who is able to come forward and work to halt the growth of the Dome using whatever means necessary. If they don't work together, no one's getting out of this alive.

Most terrifying of all, the Death Dome's "cosmic radiation" causes permanent death, shredding and scattering energy and matter across the multiverse. Unshielded contact means no resurrection within this world ever again. To those who dream of someday returning to home dimensions, the mysteries of these physics is steeped with terrifying unknowns.

[OOC: Per this OOC plotting question, contact with the Death Dome destroys the AU version of a character permanently, but not their MoM counterpart. See the thread for more details.]

UNTIMELY ARRIVALS

Anyone Porting in during the Death Dome expansion, whether for the first time or resurrecting, finds the Porter facility is horrifically unstable. Heavy strands of permanently lethal entropic energy weave through visible cracks in the walls. They must escape through a Gate as quickly as possible, or risk an untimely death!

Under pressure, it might be harrowing to choose an ImPort city and faction. No sooner than they do, and step through the Gate, that they find that the world is in uproar, though their new home may well be in denial, strategically or otherwise.

UNITED
FRONT
CHARACTER
(FACTION)
CONTAINMENT
Krakoa
Anakin Skywalker
Luminary
Jane Foster
Krakoa
White Tower
Luke Skywalker
Empire of Light
COMMUNICATIONS
Krakoa
Kang
Seekers of the New Dawn
Luminary
SUPPORT
Ysanne Poirier
Northwestern Imperium
TRANSPORTATION
Luther Hargreeves
Krakoa
Minimus Ambus
White Tower (R)
MISCELLANY
Rey Palpatine
White Tower
 

Faced with a cosmic anomaly, ImPorts take heroic measures in the ground and air in Florida and beyond to save natives and perhaps even their kind alike.

[OOC: The above character 'sub-rosters' reflect the IC involvement based on this plotting form. We'll attempt to link top-levels here, and further incorporate your RP into a conclusion post on or by October 1. Feel free to top-level, and of course backtag/sandbox indefinitely!]

FINAL OUTCOMES

At the nth hour, on September 30, two ImPorts, Shouta and Tomura of Equality Before Law make it into the Porter and manage, incredibly, to stabilize the damaged Fate technology with use of reality-warping abilities.

As the Death Dome begins to shrink back to its original circumference, it leaves behind a bizarre, scarred landscape, and a fine dusting of eerie crystalline particles of inscrutable chemical makeup. It may take years before the land is arable again, but the day is saved. For now.


OOC Links

ze_uwu_jun: (Default)

[personal profile] ze_uwu_jun 2020-10-04 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Leaving him alone feels wrong, but he has no immediate way to make anything right.

"I... seem to do that, yes. Wangji - always thinks and feels too much, and he can't always find the words that fit right against all of it. But his actions also speak."

So do many, many other things, for Xichen, but that part is very difficult to put into words for him.

"Young master Wen - would it be all right if I were to transfer some spiritual energy?" To hopefully steady him a little, but Xichen does not know if that will be acceptable. Or even work like that.
onepip: laughing and wrassling with a klingon (HA'GH HA'GH HA'GH)

Re: FOR MANGO

[personal profile] onepip 2020-10-04 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay wait whoa whoa--! [OKAY FINE THIS IS HAPPENING

and really

mariner is happy that she still rates this kind of treatment.]


Nice to see you remember me, big guy. [she does her best to give him a couple of pats] You wanna give me a hand with this whole DEATH DOME thing? And I can ask why you look like you went through a garbage grinder? Cause you look like you went through a garbage grinder, buddy.
deadwenwalking: (pout)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-05 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wen Ning doesn't know if it will do anything either, or exactly what Lan Xichen means to do with it in the first place, but he isn't going to stop him.

"If that's what Zewu-jun wants."

Slowly, the puppet uncurls himself until he's sitting cross-legged instead. His head remains bowed, hair unbound and falling in curtains around either side of his face. He keeps his hands in his lap where the other man can see them.
fridgeflower: (pic#)

[personal profile] fridgeflower 2020-10-06 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. I'm down for that.

[ She turns her face to kiss the heel of his hand before reaching up to take it, ultimately cradling his hand both of her own between them, idly and lightly massaging her thumbs into his palm, fingers tapping. ]

Should we define what it means to do it right? What're we aiming for here?
afallon: (71)

[personal profile] afallon 2020-10-07 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has practice in not appearing surprised. He's gotten even more practice in that over the last half year, and yet more in the past few weeks. He's particularly grateful for that at this moment.

It's not, really, more shocking than people having dragons. But it is much more sudden.

Askeladd takes the offered hand and looks around with the advantage of added height.
]

How many in one trip, do you think?
burlyboy: (a spoopy boy)

[personal profile] burlyboy 2020-10-09 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
How could I ever forget?

[ Magnus sobers, however, as Mariner points out exactly what's going on here. He reaches down to grip at his axe, finally looking around them properly. Shit's going down. Something needs to happen. And that would be... ]

...so what's the plan, exactly? I'm out of the loop.
goldtoxicity: (pic#13528893)

[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-10-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ a good question. once he thought he understood what happiness looked like. when he was a kid, and it was simple. or when he would see scott and emma talking in the halls, heads bent together with soft expressions on their faces. ]

Being happy. However that looks.

[ he lets his powers flow through her, spreading warmth. just holding it for a moment to feel the beat of her heart as if it were his own. ]

It takes a lot of work. [ and, reluctantly. ] And trust. And... talking, um, being open... when things are hard... being there for each other.

[ he doesn't have a ring. its probably an awkward thing to blurt. but they're staring the apocalypse down, and he should have asked a long time ago. ]

What would make you happy?
dun_moch: (The truth)

Closed to 622 - CW Death - During the attack

[personal profile] dun_moch 2020-10-09 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Count Dooku strides through the now-deserted halls of the Synod banquet area, footsteps echoing off a cavernous ceiling, stepping daintily around spilled drinks and dropped plates. The space is a testament to bedlam now, all the carefully arranged tables and chairs and lights and decorations upended in the mad scramble for safety that took place when the alert sounded. Noises of combat still reverberate through the structure, competing with the shrieking alarm that warns that the Porter has been compromised

Considering the chaos and shambles that is left of the Synod that he and the other White Tower elite had put so much effort into arranging, and the threat of universal destruction from the Porter's damage, the Count is in high spirits. The Resistance rabble responsible for today's madness couldn't have done him a greater favour if he had personally hired them. After today, the next time kooky old Count Dooku starts talking about imPorts uniting to destroy the Resistance, more ears will listen.

With that in mind, the Count turns his head to command his obedient, reliable bodyguard, trailing behind him. "Be on the alert," he orders, keeping an eye out for danger as he speaks, not fully paying attention to 622. "More of them could still be on the loose. Those who have been captured will be convinced to reveal them soon enough."

Dooku is looking forward to the convincing.
loyal_soldier: (scarif sky)

[personal profile] loyal_soldier 2020-10-09 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as the alarms went off, his armor blinked into existence on his body, and his rifle into his hands. Finally. He wasn't going to relish much of today, but finally, the waiting was over.

Now everything descended into the confusion of combat, immediately sweeping him along in his wake. Despite his true loyalties, he was a deep cover agent. He was on the hit list for a few Resistance fighters out there. Especially because he was standing at the side of Count bloody Dooku.

But at least he had his armor on. He'd adjusted the fit as he aged, but it still felt natural to wear it. Far better than those useless Tower guard uniforms. It wasn't as strong as some armor other imPorts wore. It wasn't even as strong as the skin on some of them. But it still protected him in more than just a physical sense.

The armor acted as a filter between him and the world. The loudest sounds and brightest lights were dulled down to something tamed once they passed through the helmet. His thoughts got clearer too, focusing down to what was really important in that moment.

And it filtered him out of other people's thoughts too. They always seemed to need a face to see a person, if they would've bothered in the first place.

"Yes sir. We'll have them mopped up." He had two immediate goals: Watch for threats, and keep an eye on the Count. And he had a job to do today. It had taken a lot of preparation, but it was work he was made for. One some might say was in his DNA.

That wasn't how DNA bloody worked, but it was comforting to think it anyway.
inquiryguqin: wujiicons@dw (180)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-10-09 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He already met Wei Ying and he kept his distance from him also. "I'm not familiar with the world." Considering it's a new world to him, and somehow, it transformed over the years. "But if we go back to my house, where me and my brother lives, I can lend you a map and information in how to get back."

Hearing him out, "If it's out on an island, most likely you can travel via porter. We just need to find one that will take you back to the House of M. I'm part of the Seekers of the Dawn faction, so there's a library of information in my house in Jeopardy."
deadwenwalking: (somber)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-10 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The Seekers of the Dawn was the faction that Lan Xichen had mentioned the first time they'd spoken, so it's no surprise to hear that his brother is in the same group. They would have to be, if they're living together.

He nods once, slowly. "I'll come with you."

Right now it seems to be his only option.
vociferates: (The REAL engagement ring)

[personal profile] vociferates 2020-10-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a moment where Hizashi feels almost guilty for this, for reasons he's still attempting to piece together at the moment. He's almost completely distracted, but the sensation of Shouta's arm coming around his waist pulls him from his thoughts and he hums appreciatively into the kiss.

He lifts his other hand up to cradle the other side of Shouta's face, his thumb brushing over the scar beneath Shouta's eye gently as he presses into the kiss, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. There's an urge to say something, to apologize maybe, but Hizashi avoids breaking the kiss for now.]
passfail: (the past remains)

[personal profile] passfail 2020-10-10 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe they should both feel a little guilty for this. Hizashi isn't the man Shouta married, and Shouta is Hizashi's best friend, and this isn't the time or the place--but if not now, when? The world is literally ending around them, and this may be the last chance he has to hold that familiar body in his arms, to kiss those lips he knows so well, and even if he isn't the same, this Hizashi still responds like the other.

A thumb brushes the scar under his eye, and teeth graze his lip, and Shouta tilts his head into that touch, lips parting and letting the kiss deepen. It's always been natural between them. Always. And this...even if it should feel wrong, it doesn't.

He doesn't want the kiss to end, but eventually they both have to breathe. Eventually it has to break, and when it does, Shouta's a little out of breath, eyes closed and just letting his forehead rest against Hizashi's.]


Thank you. I might not see him again, and I just...thank you.

[The word choice is intentional. He knows. Of course he does. But he needed this, and Hizashi said yes, even though he didn't have to. It means so much to him.]
vociferates: (I'm sorry I peed on your everything.)

[personal profile] vociferates 2020-10-10 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[As soon as he can breath again and Shouta is saying words to him—thanking him, Hizashi feels awash with guilt. He steps back, lifting one hand to the back of his neck as he sheepishly rubs it, gaze flicking off to the distance, not looking at Shouta.]

You don't... Don't thank me man, it's my fault he's not... that I'm the wrong dude. [his words trail off as what Shouta's said finally hits him fully.]

Wait, Sho, what do you mean you might not see him again?
passfail: (a little shy)

[personal profile] passfail 2020-10-10 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Hizashi steps back, and Shouta lets him go, however reluctantly. He can't hold on forever, and there's things that need doing. Things that need to be explained, and he doesn't have much time.

Still, what time he has is Hizashi's. The man deserves no less.]


You aren't wrong. You're just...missing a few years. The Hizashi that I fell in love with was the same man you are now.

[Not the most urgent part of what he has to say, but it's not something he can just let go like that. It's important for Hizashi to know. Especially if things go right.]

We don't know if everyone who's been replaced by another version of themselves will come back. Reality's being shredded all around us, and things aren't looking good. So...I meant it when I said thank you.
vociferates: (I love you.)

[personal profile] vociferates 2020-10-10 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[See that's hard for him to grasp. That Shouta, not just this one, but one without this one's history would at all harbor feelings beyond friendship for him seems nigh impossible. Let alone Shouta's outlook about how dangerous their lives are... Hizashi's brows knit, his gaze shifting downwards.

Right now isn't the time for him to piddle around with muddled feelings for a man that isn't here, not right now. Not in this situation. Hizashi lets out a breath. Shouta's not wrong, things here are wildly spiraling out of control and he's not sure what they can do to stop it. Hizashi still feels wildly out of his element, missing key memories and experiences that would make this all make more sense.]


He'll come back, we'll figure something out. There's gotta be a solution dude. You're not separated from him forever. [It's not really an assertion he can back up, but he can hope.]

Talk to me about what you're thinking dude. Clue me in a bit more. What's next? What can I do to help you?
onepip: leap in the air FIRIN PHASER with a big ol grin (You Are Here and it's not the bridge)

[personal profile] onepip 2020-10-10 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
My plan right now? Get people outta here. Unfortunately, I kinda got into it with some of the guys who thought this was a good idea, and then some of the White Tower guys saw it, so I'm pretty much persona shoot-on-sighta right now.

Which is dumb because hey, guess who used to live in SPACE where there's like ten dozen kinds of deadly radiation to deal with? But I figure once they see that I've got like, a safety bubble, they'll have a change of heart.

[She points to a van she's sorta hotwired, one of those fifteen-seat jobs. There is, incongruously, a satellite dish strapped to the top and another one on the hood.]

Just doing some improvised engineering on this baby. [She hands him a tube of gorilla glue.] Help me stick the dishes on there.
pillz: (fw think)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-10-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky's voice doesn't sound audibly different, but that's because a computer is translating his voice, no doubt.]

So defensive. It's like you know you're more accountable than I am. I hear there's a lot of shit Krakoans will do for each other, but apparently, you'd never stop a colleague from paving the road to Hell with good intentions. Or rolling children down the slope. You can't really think that if I'd come to live in your shit town, it would've stopped or changed your crusade. Or made Josh any safer.

He was always going to pay for it. And you people were never going to stop.

[overhead, the ceiling rumbles again. kavinsky's armored head ticks back a fraction of a degree.]

We should find you a different port. The structure's getting more unstable right here.
pillz: (fw think)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-10-11 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky tries not to stare too intensely at josh's face, but he winds up being-- rather intense about it anyway. was that jealousy?! it looked like jealousy. what the fuck is happening. obviously living in separate cities is like a big deal here for some reason, and it's not because they failed to invent texting, or something.

josh cares about him, he decides. again. more than he should, plainly. and a lot of this has nothing to do with him at all. bigger forces moving through the water. and here he is, just a little fish.]


You think I'm not careful? [he asks.] You be careful. [this kavinsky swears less, he's noticed; he doesn't drop an f-bomb on it, choosing instead to knock josh's shoulder with his own.]
goldtoxicity: (000000064)

[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-10-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ kavinsky's expression draws only more confusion. ]

Uh, I know you're not careful.

[ there's meaning there. a clear reference to something other than his ugly death, a history there's no way this poor kavinsky can understand. he bumps his shoulder back. ]

Seriously, though... are you okay? David told me what happened.
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-10-12 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
I’m having trouble moving.

[He’d had a really hard fight, and everything on the way back. Man he was tired.]

I don’t want to fight with you, Joseph. Not right now. But we know that Josh always saw you as the one that got away.
dun_moch: (Opening stance)

[personal profile] dun_moch 2020-10-12 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"They had better be, and swiftly." Dooku's voice carries a general, unfocused sense of threat waiting for anyone who disappoints him in this regard. However politically useful this attack might prove to be, the fact that it happened at all meant that someone had failed, badly, and would need to be disciplined, thoroughly.

The Count strides onward toward the exit of the banquet hall, then halts in his tracks when a strange, scintillating light falls across his face. Looking up, he sees a hole in the ceiling of the Synod - small, and contained by a force field, but enough to admit the bizarre light of the nuclear chaos that rages outside the complex. For a moment, the Count's attention is fixed on the sight, as it was on the Death Train.

"So very close to total destruction," he murmurs to himself as the many-coloured light plays across his features. "This is why we must always be vigilant."
emeraldhanded: OVA!Fuu standing with Windam in bird form (birb)

[personal profile] emeraldhanded 2020-10-15 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fuu looks at Windam's broad back. She's rather small, but Askeladd is rather large. And while his feathers are deep and luxurious, they weren't really designed to take the place of say, reins.]

Four besides us, perhaps--depending on their size--does that seem doable to you, Windam?

[The answer arrives as a Yes in Fuu's hearing alone. And on his own judgment, he rises into the air once Fuu and Askeladd seem to be secure.]

Do hold on, Sir Askeladd--[Fuu looks around, mostly for smallish groups--she doesn't want people trying to rush onto Windam's back.] Ah! There.
pillz: (another icon with tongue stuff in it)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-10-18 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ah. yes.

kavinsky thinks he knows what that means. after all, rumors of his untimely demise were...

...graphic. but somehow, as he looks at josh's pretty golden face, he wonders what it is that the other boy is thinking, exactly. he's always been greedy for validation, for evidence of love, even as he'd throw it away, find it inadequate to his needs.]


What did David say?
pillz: (fw think)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-10-18 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[david can't see it, but tension's growing inside kavinsky's armor. this is a bad fucking combination. another scan of david's vitals tells him that the technopath is on his last fucking legs.

and of course, they have to be talking about josh. with whom david's romance was doomed. is doomed? how can two extraordinarily like-minded and attractive boys be fucking around in their little do-gooder haven and not figure out how to bone it out into a proper functioning relationship? kavinsky doesn't understand. or maybe he doesn't want to understand.

and he's never been strong enough to give josh up.

more dust wafts down. pebbles. an armored limb goes up, blocking david's head again.

david needs to move.]


It's not what you think, with him and me, [he says, suddenly.] I talked to him the other night. We talked about everything. The beginning of Krakoa. We talked about him and me, and him and you. You know how he is, he tried to make it like the choice was mine-- the Tower or Krakoa. Him or Stark. But Stark's never wanted me that way. [there's no bitterness in his voice. his armored face is close; he wills david to believe it, as much because it's true as because it's necessary.]

I asked him who he'd choose. Push comes to shove. Assassination to assassination. Loyalty for loyalty. You or me.

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