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MISSION: BAD COMPANY, PART 2

M I S S I O N   4 . 2

INTROTHE DREAM DEFERREDYOUR WAKE UP CALLFYI

// INTRO. WELFORD BRANSON  


It is barely past twilight in Scorpion’s Bend, the twin suns having just set, taking their light with them — but the moons delay, and so darkness lingers over the town as Lan Xichen’s conversation with one Welford Branson comes to an abrupt end. At the same time, all around the town, the team will notice the town natives around them stilling — some freezing in the middle of a sentence, a man with a fork in the air, a woman mid-step on the street, some youngsters with their mouths open in laughter. All of them become statues in less than a heartbeat; still, eyes vacant, like everything that made them seem alive has been taken away.

And then — a reverberating sigh, echoing heavily in the ears of all the Orbers. What follows are words, spoken by a chorusing voice now familiar to most of the team —

Well now you’ve done it.

The orb’s echoing sound is filled with disappointment, even annoyance.

Some may see that amidst all the frozen townspeople, an old man runs, clawing at his thinning hair. Some of you may hear his words, muttered, desperate:

I don't understand, I thought 'twas just a bad dream, everyone was fine, don't understand, what in the name of the Eight could've done somethin' like this —”

The disbelieving mumbles trail at his wake, making it clear he does not know what is going on at all — in fact, you may have a better idea as to what has happened than he does. But as you turn to follow him, open your mouth to yell at him to stop... everything around you shatters.

The lights in the buildings grow dim and break; the smell of food disappears; the horses in the stables simply fade away. You notice that if you were wearing or carrying something you bought while here, it too disappears, your clothes turning to those you had on upon arrival, all equipment shimmering away slowly.

But perhaps most importantly… the frozen statues of people crumble into ash right in front of you. It may fill the floors of the now-silent, dusty and worn-down houses, or it may blow away with the harsh desert wind — whichever it is, sans the team, the town of Scorpion’s Bend is now devoid of people.

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// PART I.THE DREAM DEFERRED  


The town that now surrounds the team is very different from the one it used to be — the houses are quiet, filled with sand and dust; doors broken, tables turned over, drawers open and mostly empty, aside from anything not valuable. The beds in Thornbush Inn are ragged, insects of various sizes skittering along the floors. The Saloon is dusty, furniture broken, and a lone piano stands in the corner, half its keys having crumbled away. The door to the Mayor’s office is ajar, a banging sound repeating as it hits the wall in time with the wind.



1.0   In the corners of the Sheriff’s office, the school and the church, the embera slither along, searching for food; owl-shrews hide from the Orbers on the streets, while feathered coyotes howl at the five moons now lending their light to see the town’s destruction better. The team may be the only living humanoids, but they are not the only living beings in the town anymore; in the absence of people, animals have made the town their home. And coexist they must, now, to survive the rapidly dropping temperature of the night that has fallen upon them.


2.0   The next morning, as the moons disappear underneath the horizon and let the two suns bring out their scorching rays once more, the team wakes up to the reality of having to survive Scorpion’s Bend… with very little supplies. So search the empty houses, for they still stand; the fire that has burned away the people has not touched the buildings… but they have not been immune to the passing of time, or the harsh weather in the desert. You may find clothing, basic equipment, pots and pans left on a now-cold stove; but no valuables, no money, no gems, no jewelry, no weapons.

But amidst your search through the town, remember that what you need, first and foremost, is to find water and something to eat — it will not be long until the suns are high in the sky, and some of you are already in desperate need of proper nourishment, without being left to endure the scorching temperatures the days on the planet of Badrock bring.


3.0   But should you want to brave the heat, you’ll find it is now possible to leave the town and venture out into the desert. Out there, the rock dragons search for prey, while bald vultures circle above your head in groups of three or four, their shrieks growing in volume the farther you walk. If you show weakness, any weakness, they strike — and the dragons, sensing their chance, are not far behind.

And when you least expect it, the ground underneath you trembles, like a small earthquake is approaching you… and then you see it: from the sand, a whale surges up, then another, and another, arcing through the air like suspended there, before the sand swallows them once more. Should you get too close, you too may be swallowed underneath the sand; unless you’re very, very careful, or have in your arsenal something else that may help you to deal with these near-immortal giants that have swam across the deserts for hundreds of thousands of years.


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// PART II.YOUR WAKE UP CALL  


Time passes at a snail’s pace without the comforts of the town you were used to. Scorpion’s Bend is now a wasteland you must survive, and it clearly isn’t easy. Some of you might question whether retrieving the orb is still an endeavour worth pursuing after all of this, but the rest of you know that it is. That you’ve come this far and you’re nearly there; you just need to band together and form a gameplan.

As the suns begin to set over the horizon on yet another grueling day of scorching heat and rough, dry sand in the ghost town of Scorpion’s Bend, you might begin to hear a distant thunder that has nothing to do with an oncoming desert storm or otherwise. It rattles at the already weakened structures of the old Saloon and the General Store, bits of broken glass and debris vibrating with the raucous sound of clattering hooves, feet, and paws. And as the sound of the invasion grows louder – you’ll hear the unmistakable manic howling and bellowing in accompaniment: these are the Bouldersnakes that some of you have already heard much of.



4.0   The Bouldersnakes are not a group to be taken lightly, and have garnered the fearsome reputation that they now hold for a reason. Kicking up dust, they arrive like a cloud of chaos in different sizes, shapes, and forms. Some have the ability to shrink and grow in size to match their opponents in physical size and weight. Other Bouldersnakes are agile and quick; and others yet are superhumanly strong and robust – either way, they make for formidable opponents when you, yourself, have been weakened from weeks of a lack of proper nutrition and sleep. The individual members of the Bouldersnakes are like a band of bloodthirsty brothers: from all walks of life and all colours and creeds, with a severe and mean streak to them, who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

What goals, you ask? Should you listen carefully, their leader, riding a winged lizard-like creature, shouts to their underlings:

Find it! This is where it told us to come to. We missed it last time, but no more! I don't care what we have to do, we're getting our hands on that thing!

As it so happens, you are not the only crew in search of that elusive orb; the Bouldersnakes have been tracking down the whereabouts of this mysterious and all-powerful object themselves, burning through towns – quite literally – to get it. News that Scorpion’s Bend has seen a resurgence of life and might still be the resting place of the orb has the bandits seeking out the town again. Their first round through Scorpion's Bend about a year ago had them coming up empty-handed (save for a few bits and baubles), but this time they are determined to find what they've come here to find. Though if there’s anything left here to salvage... they’ll ransack as they please.

Whether you confront them head-on or they catch you in hiding, they won’t easily back down from a fight. It will be best to keep your distance if you can manage it, and hope that they’ll pass you by. But the Bouldersnakes have their weaknesses too: once maimed, they still bleed, and none of them are immortal, though they are notoriously difficult to kill based on their talents alone... and when they carry weapons, too, well — those not accustomed to battles may find it best to hide. And even for those with fighting experience under your belt, teaming up with your fellow Orbers and combining your shared skills will be your best chance at survival.


5.0   By the time the suns have disappeared and the moons have risen, the Bouldersnakes invasion will make the bandit attack from the other night seem like a childish tussle. The Bouldersnakes don’t play nice and have adapted to the harsh lands as ruthless survivors. They arrive like a wave, many equipped with weapons: guns, sabers, pistols and small knives. A few others have engineered their own specially crafted weapons made of metal and magic (in the shape of guns, blow-torches, and blades) that wield a special element harnessed from mined ore called ‘pulsefire’. It is this pulsefire, glowing a deep blue (like the hottest colour of flame), that has the capability to destroy all living beings and allows the bandits to systematically ravage unsuspecting towns down to ash, reap its benefits (either for the town’s riches and wealth, or and especially: for any supply of ore), and then leave without a trace.

The best way to fight against pulsefire is to acquire weapons of pulsefire of your own and best a Bouldersnake before they best you. (Think high stakes, noon-time duels of the pistol.) Of course, this is a very risky and very dangerous affair as one shot by pulsefire could mean your untimely demise and the element itself isn't easy to put out either, so it might be best to work in teams to strategically disarm and swipe a pulsefire weapon to use before they manage to overwhelm you.

NOTE:   If your character is alive, your character will be vulnerable to the effects of pulsefire. Unliving things such as buildings and infrastructure will not be affected. Pulsefire has a slow spread-rate over unliving things, but its effects on the living are instant. Once in contact with the element, pulsefire quickly consumes the living body and spirit until it is turned to ash. Putting pulsefire out over unliving things is relatively easy, but once pulsefire has touched the living, there's little to no chance of making it out in one piece.


All through this, you must still remember your goal — it is not to stay in Scorpion's Bend, or even fight the Bouldersnakes, but to find the orb... and that means finding Welford Branson. How will you convince him to give you the orb, when all signs point to him not even knowing what it is, or what it has done? That is what you must decide... if you survive the Bouldersnakes in one piece, of course.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place ICly right after the end of the NPC thread.

The voting for how to get the orb is now open! Please head HERE to submit your idea for how the team should proceed to get the orb, or +1 others’ ideas.

The conclusion of the mission and the return to the station will be posted on February 13.

If you have questions about anything in this log, please direct them HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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cheapbastard: (butcher110)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-23 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Right.

( billy reaches down and grabs him by the legs, starting to just tug the fucker towards the building. he doesn't mean to be gentle since this shit's tried to kill them and they're leaving him alive.

that's nice of them.

once he and jim have wrangled him into the building, he sighs and nods back at the saloon. )


Come on, let's go.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-23 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Shinobi are known for many things. The easiest explanation is that we are expected to loyally protect and serve the civilians of our respective nations. At times we are a shield, others a sword.

both of these things are tools. he makes no secret of being so himself — he has never known a world in which shinobi were permitted autonomy.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. Life always adapts, doesn't it?

he shakes his head faintly, and then gestures off towards one whale as it breaches the sand.

Shall we try? For 'science'?
spacedisaster: (Would this face lie? :3)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-23 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter only smiles more afterward, leaning into the playful touches. He's seen pretty much anything while traveling the galaxy, and he learned a long time ago to accept people as they are. Even if they have extra appendages, or are incapable of understanding sarcasm, or if they're badly behaved raccoons who build bombs for funsies. ]

Hah, well, lucky me. That works in my favor. I didn't know you had wings. Those look super cool. Do all fairies have them in your world? [ He doesn't know nearly as much as he would like about Rhys, so he hopes that the other man doesn't take the questions the wrong way. Peter is just curious. ]

One of the vultures, it didn't appreciate me trying to catch it for dinner. They taste better than snakes. And I did win the fight, so if you are hungry, there's vulture meat as a snack.
krazed: (pic#14091434)

[personal profile] krazed 2022-02-23 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He likes to do that, jump over candlesticks and bust his head on hills, and somehow we all just have to tolerate the whirlwind he leaves in his wake.

[Harley's wearing a lot of leather, and she's trying to stay active by playing charitable hostess around the camp. See who was hungry, who needed what, and preoccupy herself with some conversation.]

I'm peachy! Freezing my tits off but on the plus side, it does wonders for rejuvenation. Like an ice bath.
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let me tell you that dw never gave me this notif ;o;

[personal profile] krazed 2022-02-23 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll be the dream team, with hot latin side-pieces. It's a lot better than what we've got right now.

[Harley slides behind the counter and makes herself at home. She pulls the vodka for herself first, and frowns at the distinct lack of flavored syrups.] No wonder people are so crabby in the wild west. This saloon is a desert too! How's a girl supposed to get some sex on the beach? [No cranberry, no pineapple. Harley decides with exasperation to just take the vodka as is.] Vodka's a vegetable. I'll be fine.

And a beer for Mr. Responsibility. [It's a miracle the taps still work, but she pumps it out into a pint glass for Newt and sidles over to him with a whole bottle of vodka in hand and his order in the other.] Your drink, meistro!
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-23 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Listening to that, she can't help but snort in amusement.

Well...]


I'd probably ask for a stack of Egg McMuffins and a triple ripple from McDonalds.

Maybe a lot of root beers, too.
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-23 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dean will happily take a church apart to stay warm. ]

I'd appreciate it, man. Better than braving the elements.
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-23 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a brother of mine.

[ it's said a little wry, but whatever. As much as his brother has pissed him off, Dean misses him. ]

That's a positive way to look at it. Want a blanket?
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-23 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder if she could get stuff like that, you know?

[ He swallows the rest of his bite, looking down with mild distaste at the granola bar he's holding. ]

I'd probably cry if I got a hold of a bacon cheeseburger, some fries...

[ Ugh he can taste it. Ugh ]
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-23 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt blinks tiredly, looking toward the door.]

Sometimes it does all just feel like a dream, huh?

[Newt doesn't quite seem all there — but then again, he'd just woken up from a restless nightmare. Perhaps he just needs more sleep, more rest that can help a weary mind. He seems to focus in on Xichen's voice, though, and his expression softens.]

Hey. There's nothing else you could've done, y'know.

Ford's reaction, it was gonna happen.
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[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-23 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, feel free. Pretty sure we're as safe as can be here. No one's gonna come fuckin' around in here. Fear they'll get struck down.

( thanks whatever the fuck deity is hanging around. )
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ kovacs nearly rolls his eyes at the mention of "magic healers". while he's come to recognize they're a thing, he's still reluctant to rely on things like magic, a part of him still considering it all to be kind of bullshit, even if he's come to see it work in front of him.

but honestly, right now, he'd take anything. if magic voodoo shit is going to stitch up marta's wound, he'll take it. ]


I've got her.

[ if marta shakes or bucks against yelena's treatment, kovacs can hold her through it. for now, he nods at yelena, swallowing before he peels back the cloth that covers the wound so his companion can get to work. ]
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
At least she's not complaining at him to put out the cigarette anymore, especially since the heat of it against his mouth is an additional aid for him in fighting the cold. His coat's fairly big, though, and his own large size makes the chill a little more bearable. He's no doubt handling it at least slightly better than Zari seems to be.

"There's nothing for it to go back to."

That's the truth he's been able to piece together, since none of it seemed all too real in the first place. The people, the food — everything showed its suspicions of not being entirely authentic, and now reality is right out for them all to see.

"Our best bet is finding the orb as fast as we can, so we get the hell out of here. In the meantime, best to bundle up." Which some of them need to do more than others. He raises an eyebrow at her. "Need my coat?"
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Like a giant fucking lizard.

[ most of them look peculiar, like they're all wearing a bunch of overly experimented synth sleeves. but he supposes they're meant to be aliens of some kind, all having varied appearances of some kind, sizes of all varieties. at least it's enough to be able to somewhat tell them apart, even in the chaos. ]

About a foot taller than me. Bulky. Blade at the end of his tail.
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ haven't you ever had a change of heart?

his mind all too quickly goes to quell, the memory of her dangling in his mind again as it so often does. if he could separate his life into categories, it'd be divided into three: life before quell, life with quell, and then life after he lost her. for each, he'd been an entirely different man.

he stares off for a moment, eyes unfocused on the cigarette between his fingers. ]


The people that recruited me, they made into a killer. Didn't matter what or who it is, I didn't question it. Followed orders and did whatever I had to do.

[ a weapon, just like her. ]

Years later, I met a woman who led a resistance group, fighting on the other side. She was ... my Doctor, I guess you could say. [ his lips quirk like he could almost smile, but his frown remains. ] I tried to be better after that.
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ if it were anyone else, he'd grunt and shake his head away from the clutch of fingers that reach for his chin, but there's familiarity in their habits by now, giving in to the light grip that directs his gaze up to hers. even if he feels the inclination to turn away again, he doesn't.

just marta. recognizing that it really is just her here, her as a friend, the way he sought her out so often before, he sighs, shoulders sinking just as much as his head seems to do, almost leaning into her fingers holding him at his chin. ]


Just ... routine sleeve hallucinations. Nothing any different than usual. You don't have to worry about me.

[ he should be looking after her more so than the other way around. ]
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-24 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't have time for this, for being judged or questioned, to be taught a moral lesson in right or wrong. he might not be as old as the doctor, but he's lived long enough to know what the cost sometimes has to be.

his eyes remain stern, anger focused. ]


Mindless? [ he steps a little closer himself this time, his own face moving in close. ] They fucking came after us. They're trying to kill us. Some of us might not even survive the night because of them.

[ his teeth grit, sharper in his voice, quieter but deeper. ]

This isn't your kumbaya ukulele-playing-around-a-fire-at-Christmas anymore, Doc. We all came here for a reason and this is the cost. You don't want to get your hands dirty? Fine. Go home. But none of us are getting out of this clean. You of all people should know that.
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[personal profile] spoilers 2022-02-24 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'd had a target, a mission, a purpose. But it's all so familiar. She'd been the same way, done as she was told, never questioned...a well-trained psychopath. ]

What happened?

[ It's a personal question, she knows. Maybe too personal. So she offers something of her own. ]

I killed him, the Doctor. Some might say I killed him twice, but I actually did the first time. Even when he was dying he...cared. About what happened to Amy and Rory, what happened to me. I gave something up to bring him back, and I've loved him ever since.

I thought that was the end of it.

They pulled me back in. I had to watch myself kill him again. I went to prison for it.

[ She relates it as a series of facts, as if it happened to someone else. ]
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[personal profile] callada 2022-02-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? That sounds good. I'd check that out. I could even lead a reverse unit as a follow-up, on how not to be followed in a city.

[Pretty much the complete opposite in fact, but he likes that as an idea of a pair of courses. Probably something others would also find useful, too.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy doesn't push, and Clara's out of it enough she doesn't think to explain anything. She just nods in response and forces her short legs to work doubletime to keep up with Daisy.]

How many others have you run into?

[She's particularly seeking out the Doctor, but cares about the well being of every other orber too. She hasn't seen very many people in the commotion, but maybe Daisy has. Maybe there's no reason to worry about ways she can head back out into the chaos to find others to bring to the schoolhouse.]
callada: (this is definitely going in my writeup)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-24 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Got 'em, brought 'em, didn't ration 'em as carefully as I would have if I'd known the ones I could buy here were fake and would just disappear once everything reverted to this.

[He does try to prepare, because he knows he's not as sharp without his nicotine. Oh well. Nothing to be done about it now other than suffer.]
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[personal profile] callada 2022-02-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? What'd you do back home?

[Some day, through all of his incessant questions, maybe he'll finally get a solid idea of what Earth is like. Until then, it's a weird mystery full of people and landmasses and iphones.]
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[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-24 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Depends on how you swing it. [ she almost sounds like she could be teasing, to maybe lighten the mood, but part of her... is not. she too has used a shovel, so she sounds like she's speaking from experience too. ]

[ andy puffs out a sound that's not quite a laugh, but the girl's got a point. ]


I think some of us are hunkered down and not necessarily in the fray.
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[personal profile] karaoqi 2022-02-24 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Alina

[ It's said exasperatedly, in a way that feels familiar because Katy used to drag that same tone out of him on one of her daring stunts. Sometimes it involved cars (actually, a lot of the time it involved cars), but sometimes it involved people trying to bully them, and Shang-chi would have to pretend like he had no idea what he was doing.

His admonishment is hushed now, as though it's any use to pretend they hadn't been hiding all this time, lying low to keep from attracting too much attention. He reaches out as though to pull her back, except that she manages to slip his grasp, fingers clutching at air. And the bandit is now on the prowl for them, shouting taunts and other colourful threats that frankly don't scare him in the least.

But this could have been a quick and clean fight.

Maybe. Who knows? Maybe Alina's got some other secret talent he isn't aware of yet. ]


Come on.

[ He groans and straightens up to join the foolish fight they've now started, using part of his attention to scope out Alina's current location. ]