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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

goldtoxicity: (000011)

[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-10-01 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh.

she knows him better than pretty much anyone here. unlike david, she doesn't mildly sanitize his flaws. with laurie he is always seen. for better or worse.

he's not good at things like this. actually talking things out. ]


Yeah, okay.
fridgeflower: (never running out of flatface.)

[personal profile] fridgeflower 2020-10-01 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, not really knowing how else to respond to it right off. Even when they were at the Tower, Kavinsky seemed like someone of a different sphere, a friend of a friend. And then a boyfriend of a boyfriend, if it even ran deep enough to win a title. That coupled with Josh's imprisonment...

"I guess that better solidifies whether he's to be trusted or not. Not that it does any good now."

But that's a pretty shitty way to have this conversation, right? She tries again.

"We'll have to be sure it's not wasted."
vociferates: (New rule for Thursdays:)

u have urself to blame

[personal profile] vociferates 2020-10-01 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't take much to make Hizashi's stomach drop. He isn't going to like it, but it has to be done. There are a few options here, but with the way Shouta is talking, none of them are good. Hizashi brushes his thumb over the top of Shouta's knuckles, green eyes waiting for Shouta to finish what he wants to say...

And then what comes next isn't what he's expecting. He doesn't do anything boyish like flush, but he does hesitate, eyes widening ever so slightly. He'd thought, for a while, that maybe Shouta had figured it out but...]


Sho, are you sure you want me to kiss you? [The way he stresses the word says a lot without saying much verbally, but all the same he steps in close, the movement only barely hesitant. He's come to find out that the idea of kissing Shouta isn't realy an idea he dislikes, but those feelings are new and weird and something he's still working through.]
fridgeflower: (Just wondering.)

[personal profile] fridgeflower 2020-10-01 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was probably dumb to hope he'd have started things off somehow. She still hasn't landed on the right words. She doesn't know if she can, really.

Maybe just what's simple, then. What's frank. She reaches out to touch his shoulder, turning him so they're directly facing each other. ]


I love you. Okay? I've wanted a lot of things that could never happen, and I'm sorry it never worked out quite right.

That's all, I guess.
deadwenwalking: (talk)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-01 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"... As strangers, unless you don't particularly care for me, Wen Qionglin is appropriate. Or just Qionglin." Since people like to shorten their names here. That much is acceptable.

"Is it really just 'Reeve'?" He attempts to pronounce it the way the other man had, but having never seen the letter 'v' in his life it comes out oddly - something not multilingual translator can fix. It's easy to forget they're not all speaking the same language.
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-10-01 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Assholes," David curses. No gun, though, so David lowers the shield and throws another three psychic blades.

"I won't let you do this. I'll fight until I die!"
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Shoot Me Now (Resigned))

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-10-01 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
David wraps his arms around himself. No matter the pheromones offered, he's still tense. Really tense. Upset. Someone died for him. Suffered for him. Someone he hated. Someone he blamed.

"I don't know that I'm the sort that can handle being sacrificed for."
goldtoxicity: (000011)

[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-10-01 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his hand comes up to cup her cheek. the gentle buzz of his healing powers is back - not nearly as strong as it should be, but still present. ]

I love you too. I never stopped.

[ a tiny quirk of his lips. ]

It's not like we had the greatest examples of healthy relationships... I think we did okay. And if we make it out of this, I wanna do it right.
ze_uwu_jun: (Default)

[personal profile] ze_uwu_jun 2020-10-02 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Xichen sees the rush, and while he knows that will be dangerous, takes it on, mobilizing his body to meet the rush, if only for a moment to slip on a few talismans, before he leaps off and takes Liebing to his lips again. Restraint, this time.

"If you saw him, then you saw his body disappear. The nanites in us make the bodies disintegrate on death... and then reassemble a little later, alive. It happened to Lan Jingyi. You could talk with him, if you wish to know for yourself.

"Young master Wei will come back, and he will not wast you to regret your actions on his account. He carries a heavy enough burden already, does he not?"
burlyboy: (a family boy)

Re: FOR MANGO

[personal profile] burlyboy 2020-10-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, shit!

[ This all sucks. Don't get him wrong -- this is all terrible. He'd fought against White Tower for so long, but he hadn't fought against them for something like this. He's not a nutjob! He still wants to live!

But it has been so, so, so long since he's met someone who actually knows and likes him, that he can't help the little jump in his heart. If he dies here, it'll be nice to die knowing that someone out there still gives enough of a shit to remember his name.

Which is why he lumbers over and wraps her in a big bear hug before anything else. Yes, yes, they're in crisis. Just give him this. ]
deadwenwalking: (missed)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-02 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
When Xichen leaps away, Wen Ning tumbles forward. He catches himself on his hands and knees, panting and glaring at his chosen opponent. The music and the talismans make it feel like there's a hand grasping his ribcage, holding him down and causing his heart to flutter uncomfortably.

He can't cry, but his eyes hurt from how much he's trying to. And he knows the other man is right. Wei Wuxian wouldn't want this. But why can't he be allowed to vent his anger? Why can't he just break everything in this room if he wants to?

He starts to get back up, but ends up sitting again, hands in his lap. He's still a ball of frustration, dark lines etched up the sides of his face, but for the moment his fuming won't involve further attacks.
ze_uwu_jun: (Default)

[personal profile] ze_uwu_jun 2020-10-02 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Xichen eases up on the music immediately. (Breaking down everything in the room - Xichen isn't sure who is going to pay for it, but considering the big-scale chaos, he would allow it.

It's always breaking people that he would try to stop.)

He hesitates, then puts Liebing away and comes back down. Yes, he is in reach - the talismans alone, he knows won't ensure his safety. But aside from the resentment that powers Wen Qionglin, there is pain, and he has yet to find out how to stop himself from trying to soothe pain.

"I am sorry. What is happening - I don't understand it. It feels wrong, it is wrong, and for young master Wei to pay for it - again - is not fair.

"But this time, it is not hopeless. Your anger is righteous. Just remember that it is not all you have in your hands. Not all that your future must contain." He tries to get out fast, his mind working to figure out how to alleviate the suffering.

For himself, it has always been a matter of restraint. But it is high time to realize that he has many people in his life who have had to let out the anger in order to survive it.

"If you want to vent the anger, you can fight with me. No blade, no music. If I get hurt - nobody but us will know how it happened." He knows that he is not the person responsible for young master Wei's demise.

But neither were the people Wen Qionglin was attacking earlier.
deadwenwalking: (release)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-02 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
There's darkness at the edges of Wen Ning's vision. For a brief moment he considers accepting Lan Xichen's offer. They could fight it out here - he's surely strong enough to take on whatever he could bring his way, with or without weapons. He wants to fight. He wants to break bones.

But the offer is also very similar to the one he'd given Jin Ling, and the memory of that breaks through the shadows of his anger in a painful flash. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, unnerved by the comparison. The pause allows him to hear the unusual beat of his heart in his ears, feel the furious intake and exhalation of breath from his lungs. He's thrown off by the sensation. His anger falters.

The dark, seething mist around his body slowly dissipates into the air as he sits there and says nothing. His shoulders quiver with pent up emotions.

When it seems like he might be about to say something, to give Xichen an appropriate response to his offer, he instead tilts his head back and lets out a frustrated scream toward the ceiling. Only after he's done that does he curl in on himself, knees pulled up to his forehead.
passfail: (a low point)

do I???

[personal profile] passfail 2020-10-03 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Shouta had. He'd been confused at first, unsure, but then after Katsuki was--well, after that talk with Bakugou, he'd understood. Hard not to make the connection. After all, they'd been married for almost a decade. It's partially why he's tried so hard to keep himself at a safe distance, why he's at least tried to keep himself from anything more than a touch, the occasional unthinking kiss to a cheek. That one lazy morning had been completely unintentional, and there was a not-small part of him that felt guilty for that, still, and it's the same part that's screaming at him now, but...even if this isn't his Hizashi, it's still Hizashi, and so much of his Hizashi is here in him, too. Apparently he'd fallen in love far earlier than he'd actually realized.

Hizashi steps forward, and Shouta can't look away from those green eyes, bright and beautiful and alien and familiar. His own are even more tired than usual, dark and bleak and strangely conflicted, and his fingers tighten just a little on the blonde's.]


I miss kissing my husband. But if you don't want to, it's fine. I understand.

[The way he phrased that answer should make it clear that yes, he knows. He knows. And yet.]
vociferates: (I don't think you understand)

YEAH YOU DO... LOOK AT THIS....

[personal profile] vociferates 2020-10-03 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no way he can say no, not with the way Shouta is looking at him right now. He'd be a liar if he said he hadn't thought about that hazy, sleep filled morning, too. Before he really registers what he's doing, Hizashi lifts a hand to set it against the side of Shouta's face, his fingers loosely brushing some dark strands of hair back into some semblance of order.]

It's not that, it's... [Well, it's the fact that he's okay with it, that he wants to. He doesn't finish the sentence though, instead leaning in to close the distance between the two of them, his lips only brushing against Shouta's lips at first, hesitantly.]
ze_uwu_jun: (Default)

[personal profile] ze_uwu_jun 2020-10-03 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Xichen's breath catches at the scream.

He... understands. He thinks. A little.

Then again, what are his losses compared to Wen Qionglin's? Nothing. And to witness this, this time...

Xichen kneels in front of him, a flick of his fingers removing the talismans.

Then he reaches a hand, carefully, letting Wen Qionglin react away from it, and caresses the top of his head gently, if allowed. (His touch does not go anywhere near the back of his head. He has heard enough to not do that.)

"You are not alone, young master Wen. This time, your pain will be eased. This time, neither his name nor yours will be tainted by idle tongues, either."
deadwenwalking: (despair)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-03 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Wen Ning's shoulders relax a bit at the removal of the talismans only to freeze up at the touch.

Beneath Xichen's hand, the man's whole body trembles faintly in anxiety. Other than that, he doesn't move - neither to back away from the physical contact or to remove the hand on his own. It's unexpected, and he can't say he really wants it there, but he isn't going to do anything to be rid of it either.

"You..." he finally says, the first word since he'd gone on his rampage, "talk a lot more than your brother."

He doesn't raise his head, speaking into his knees instead. He sounds defeated.
emeraldhanded: arms crossed over her chest to summon RUNE GOD (CYNOS)

For Askeladd

[personal profile] emeraldhanded 2020-10-03 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[well. things were going to go sour eventually. but fuu was expecting something more like an outbreak of war between factions, not a massive interdimensional rift opening in Florida.

So it's time to save the Edenites, at least, that's what Eden wants, as Fuu well knows by Askeladd's presence beside her. But you know, there are plenty of people trying to get out of White City. And it's all so confusing. Mistakes are bound to be made regarding who should and shouldn't be here.]


All right, Sir Askeladd--please stand back.

[she crosses her arms over her chest. a pair of wings appear from her back, briefly, as she cries CYNOS!

and then he appears--an enormous bird with emerald-green plumage and a flowing crest. Given the need for carrying capacity, it's better for Windam to take this form, rather than his mechanoid one. Already on his back, Fuu extends a hand to Askeladd to help him up.]
inquiryguqin: bangparty @ dw (193)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-10-03 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Lan Wangji doesn't seem to mind. Or perhaps he doesn't have much care enough in him left. As Wen Ning straightens up, the train stops, and the passengers are getting off, leaving the car with fewer passengers.

To see civilization would probably be a temporary relief from the pain that happened and transpired earlier today. "White city. It's a city in Florida."

Lan Wangji slowly rose, pretending to calm and stoic. "Let's go. My family will be waiting in the city. I'm going to go look for them."
deadwenwalking: (distance)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-04 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
By his family he must mean Lan Xichen, which could be awkward given their last meeting, but at least he'd been friendly enough. He doesn't know where Florida is, or if it's anywhere near the House of M's residence. For now he'll follow the young Lan sibling. He can make his way back to Wei Wuxian's house later.

"I fought your brother," he says with no preamble as they make their way off the train. He might as well know that before they go to meet him. "...Sorry."

Not that he'd actually hurt him in any way. The conflict itself had been brief.
inquiryguqin: bangparty @ dw (160)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-10-04 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Xichen and Lan Jingyi for now. He has seen Lan Sizhui a while back, but may port back home during the chaos.

Curious, knowing Wen Ning doesn't usually fight without a just cause. "You fought my brother? Wen Ning, what happened?"
passfail: (listen here you beautiful bastard)

you're the one who enabled me in the first place

[personal profile] passfail 2020-10-04 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[The second that hand touches his face, Shouta's already leaning into the touch, like he's been starved for it for months. Or at least a month, and maybe in a way he has. It's been so long now, and he's been so careful, or tried to be, but even if it's not the Hizashi he married in that body, it's still a body he knows intimately, and a man who's been his best friend since he was a lonely teenager.

Even the hand would be enough, at least that's what he tells himself as Hizashi starts to talk. But he doesn't have to settle for just the hand. Instead, Hizashi's not talking anymore. He's leaning in, and his lips lightly brush Shouta's. For a second, he doesn't do anything, even holding his breath in an effort to not end this prematurely; then he's lifting his free hand to wrap his arm around Hizashi's waist, and his mouth is moving against the other man's, the kiss becoming an actual kiss, even if it's one that's soft and almost more of a question.]
deadwenwalking: (bowed)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-04 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I was upset." And still is, clearly, but at least he's not at let's-break-everything levels of upset. This is all he can offer in explanation.

"He's fine, don't worry. I just... thought you should know."
inquiryguqin: bangparty @ dw (159)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-10-04 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Wen Ning, I'm sure whatever happens, happens. My brother understands. And...Wei Ying is gone. So none of this is your fault."

In fact, it can't be compared to how much Lan Wangji is upset. He just kept a stoic face up, protecting himself how deeply upset, hurt, and annoyed by pretty much...everything. How can anyone know when Wei Ying will come back or even be resurrected? It's like experiencing 16 years all over again, except the pain has doubled in intensity and loss.

"Try to find a place to stay then, and if you need help, just let us know."
deadwenwalking: (distance)

[personal profile] deadwenwalking 2020-10-04 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I..." While he's being truthful, he should probably let Lan Wangji in on one other thing. Maybe he's already aware and he kept it from him needlessly, but Wei Wuxian had been trying to keep his distance, it seemed.

"I was staying with Master Wei. He had a house where the House of M is located, but..." He frowns. He has basically no sense of the geography of this place. "I don't know how to get back there. It was out on an island."

In the middle of the Black Sea, but he hasn't been able to keep track of the names of all these new places.

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