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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.
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"You asked me to give my life to this idea. I did what you asked. And you were never satisfied with that. This takes work and you can't handle that. So I did what you couldn't. I fought for this place when you shied away from the weight of it. You've had one foot out the door for a while."
He's angry too. Angry and hurting. He knows he has no right to Josh anymore. No claim beyond this island's claim on him.
"I'm not the only one on the wrong level. That is why we didn't work. Because both of us are too broken to work together. You can't handle stress, I can't handle not stressing. And for a while we found balance like that. We managed. And now I'm asking you, as the one that takes the damn stress, come back. Go and be the big damn hero, but don't do the stupid fucking Jean Grey bullshit and die for this! Be smarter. Fight and win and live!"
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There's a terrible rush of white hot fury.
"I exhausted myself running around putting out the fires you were causing because you didn't have the fucking foresight to think about what you were doing. I came back, every fucking time, when I knew I could run away and be set and be happy, even for a little while, until your idiocy got me fucking kidnapped and tortured! The first goddamn thing I did was go straight back into hell to keep up appearances."
He closes the gap, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and hauling him in - just to let go, taking an angry step back. There's a short, angry laugh. He holds his hands up.
"And you want to talk to me about how I handle stress? Fuck you."
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He waits for the finally words before he sighs and answers. There had been so much hate in Josh since his return. So much anger he never got to voice. Maybe this helped. He doesn't know. It wasn't deliberate of course. It just... was. It just was.
"Firstly, you could have run away. Maybe you should have. That's something we will never know. But it was your obsession with trying to redeem Kavinsky, to get him to love you and come away with you that led you back to him time and time again and got you kidnapped. And tortured. It wasn't just the kids, Josh. You played with his toy. Stark doesn't share."
David was still pretty certain that played a role in what happened as well, but he'll never know, now will he.
They never worked, he's starting to realized. David kept letting himself get caught up in the intoxication that was Josh Foley, and it hadn't worked. Because at the end of the day he was still David Alleyne and that was a truth he could never escape from. Josh lived life. David... organized it. And thought, and prepared, and in the process, failed.
"You're right. In the end, though, you're absolutely right. I fucked up. I fucked up with Krakoa. I fucked up with you. I fucked up with Stark. And I hate myself. And that's why I have to stay here. Because here keeps me away from doing something supremely stupid because I feel I fucking owe us all that."
He'd offered Josh a way to deal with Stark when they'd gotten Josh back. David's head on a platter. A culprit. Someone giving orders who could be dealt with. Frankly, he doesn't trust himself not to do the same thing again.
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And he did. Love him, that is. Definitely didn't save him.
"You were wrong. You did fuck up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get over it. We don't have the luxury of wallowing in self-hate or regret, and we never have. You admit you fucked up, you pick yourself up, and you keep moving or you're just going to die where you fall."
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For the man he loves and knows he's lost. But fuck if he's not going to be the best friend he can. Right down to suggesting Josh go on a fucking vacation. Maybe the Vale. Maybe she'd let it happen. Or just somewhere, anywhere. Run away. Leave Krakoa so others can care for it, but just still live.
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"That isn't what I meant. You don't get it - and I can't be your morality pet." Those impossibly pale blue eyes meet David's. "Moving forward is about accepting you've made mistakes. Waking up every day just trying to be better than the person you were the day before. Not working yourself to death because you feel guilty."
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No, he's tired to being tired. He's fucking tired of the council. He just wants to live.
"First I've gotta get through this. So just get your ass back home when you're done, just so you can see that I'm taking a fucking break."
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"You just told me - you know what, nevermind." He draws himself upright. "Nevermind. Just - dude, nevermind. I'll see you when I'm back."
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"I came here to say I want you back here. That I get why you're doing it and I don't want you to go because I love you. But... Yeah."
He should get out of here, he thinks. Before Josh lashes out ot him even more.