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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.
cw past drug use
there is so much footage. both private and public. apparently, the ai and software in his phone are totally unable to differentiate between him, the imposter, and the original owner of this device. he's seen flirty texts to a dozen people, a haphazard dream log of encounters with unimaginable people. he's seen how much work this kavinsky used to get done in a day, his responsibilities.
honestly, it makes him feel like a fucking child.
then suddenly: josh. and the look at the biokinetic gives him, the touch on his face, feels anything but childlike. it's a wild rush, both nostalgic and totally unfamiliar. he's been in love before; more than once. he was even loved back. but that was two years and one heart ago. and literally in another lifetime.
anyway cue a look that's sort of deer in headlights. but kavinsky's 'deer in headlights' look is considerably less obvious than most people's; he's a trained liar. even without cocaine in his system anymore, he's peculiarly 'apart' from himself. he just fails to blink, looking at josh's face in complete and utter confusion.
quick. think.]
You can't get a heart attack, dude.
[sure. that works.]
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suddenly self conscious he pulls back, pulling his nearly trademarked glasses from his front pocket and offering them out like they're something truly precious. ]
You're really testing the limits of that theory.
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i wear glasses?
lying 101. win them back, don't over-explain.
lying 102, the best lies have a grain of truth.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, [this kavinsky seems like the kind of person who'd actually say sorry if he was. the words taste foreign in his mouth, but it's not as difficult as it is when he actually feels defensive. slowly, he reaches over to take the glasses.] I just-- it was a weird Port-in. I mean the banged station was one thing, but the machine was really screwed up too and that was... you know.
[it's been a lot to process, in so short a time. but he's given to understand that was the extremists' plan in the first place, to wipe out all imports by destroying the porter itself.]
Are you okay?
[he isn't sure why josh pulled away. clumsily, he reaches over to grab the other boy's hand. to be fair, it's not the first time they've done that; not even to him. (grain of truth.)]
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they've got relative privacy here. he sits across from him, letting his other hand fall to cover kavinsky's. ]
I'm good. I was just...
[ scared shitless. ]
I didn't know if people were still coming back or not... and with what happened to Stark...
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he wonders if he'll have to get used to it before he gets the fuck out of here.
stalling, or something, kavinsky makes the mistake of putting on the glasses. words immediately surge into his periphery. it ought to give him a headache, but instead, it's merely distracting. it tells him that josh is relieved. confused, but beyond relieved; elated. and somehow that there's still margin enough for worry.]
They got him out. Stark, I mean.
[the minute after he says it, he suspects that's stupid. it was the first piece of footage saved to his phone, the terse communication between him and dr. strange.]
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worse still is the way his gaze shifts. jealousy might flicker across the screen as his eyes flick away, his lips pressing together as he tries to think of the right words to say. kavinsky's in shock, he tells himself, and...
and often thoughtless, even now, when it comes to stark. ]
Great. Good. You must be thrilled.
[ don't be that way. his brows tick down, quietly admonishing himself. ]
What I mean is if people are coming back all fucked up then we all need to be a hell of a lot more careful with our lives.
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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.]
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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.
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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?