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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.
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.
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.]
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.
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!]
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
- Plotting Post
- Volunteer signup: Resistance Extremists
- Volunteer signup: Porter Defenders
- Plotting form: Finale Roles
- Reminder: 'Hacking the Death Train' does not require signups (unlimited slots), and sharing your finale role is not mandatory.
me neither
Outside, he leads Hizashi away, finding a shaded alcove on the street that is half-hidden from the world by an overgrown bush, a place where they can talk, alone and uninterrupted by the chaos outside. Once they're there, he turns to face Hizashi, reaching to take his other hand as well. His head is shaking, but it's not a no. Instead, it's a...a wait, maybe.]
You aren't going to like it. But it's something that has to be done.
[He hesitates, then speaks again, looking oddly uncertain, almost vulnerable.]
I...before I tell you. I have a favor to ask.
...Kiss me?
[A strange thing to ask a husband, perhaps, but...well, there they are.]
u have urself to blame
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.]
do I???
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.]
YEAH YOU DO... LOOK AT THIS....
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.]
you're the one who enabled me in the first place
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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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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.
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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?