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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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groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (lil shit)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-03-14 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Absolutely Frank-N-Furter. Mad scientist type who wore make-up? What a hero.

... Granted, most people just saw me as a Brad, but my heart belonged elsewhere.

[Never judge a nerd by his cover. He had a tongue piercing once upon a time.]

But you're perfect Magenta energy! You'd rock the role, 100%.

[Or, y'know. Columbia. You sound kind of alike.]
winscenario: (ninety seven.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-03-14 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Why, thank you. Glad to know you'd have my back.

[ He shoots Billy a small smile, pulling from him once he's satisfied that he's healed him to the best of his ability. ]

I'll promise to try my best if you do.
callada: (at least I laugh at myself)

[personal profile] callada 2022-03-15 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[He snickers at the playful shove and jokingly wards her off with his spoon.]

Nah, you're just jealous you can't grow one. They're cool. Actually, last time I had facial hair it came in all thin and patchy. Looks like shit. So that better change by the time I'm old.
calmness: by bangparty (in thought ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-15 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[that xichen can understand, that feeling that war is inevitable because it is. in one form or another, danger is not far behind. he has spent a lifetime trying to ensure against it and yet--- well, it landed him here.] I hope that changes one day.
calmness: DO NOT USE (a private smile ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-15 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[that earns a soft huff, a gentle nod once again.] I am afraid in all my years, accepting the lack of control... is more of a thing I teach than truly follow through.

[a fatal flaw he can admit aloud, right now. he wishes that were his goal this mission, that would be much easier after he's bared himself to those he considers friends.] That will take time, I think. [he offers newton a gentle smile, a turn of his lips.] Once we get out of here.
calmness: commissioned; DO NOT USE (LXC 20)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-15 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[touch is such a precious thing. to be hugged, to be held. the lan sect does not put much value in touch and the uncle who raised both xichen and his brother was not tactile in nature. their mother had been, but they had only seen her once a month and those visits had always been too short.

so xichen misses touch, soaks in the warmth of the embrace and finds his arms wrapping around clara in return. this way, even though she is the one providing comfort, she is tucked under his chin.

he does not mean to make her cry, wishes to raise his hand to wipe her tears but there are still lines of propriety that lan xichen cannot yet bring himself to cross. absently, he thinks that the orb had given him the goal to make someone cry. he had rejected it, had not meant to achieve it even in this way.

his own eyes water, tears threatening to spill as they had in guanyin temple.]
One would think, that in all my years, I would have learned that lesson well. [ desperation had pushed meng yao, wei wuxian-- had driven nie mingjue to madness and lan xichen to desperately try to hold what he held dear together while letting so much slide.]

[clara's words are kind, too kind, but xichen clings to that kindness. it is that desire for trust, for understanding that has him offering a small smile instead of harshly pushing back against her words.] I am glad that at least here, I am not alone. None of us are alone.
calmness: (and if im being honest ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-15 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen keeps scanning the horizon, only satisfied a moment later that they are safe for this conversation. he does not lower his guard though, ready to leap into action if needed.]

Hopefully I can show you its more healing properties soon. [an amused smile, tired but almost playful.] It is easier when not alone. [if they stick together, they can watch out for each other. ]
romancekiller: (pic#8752143)

[personal profile] romancekiller 2022-03-15 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[clarke looks a little skeptical at first but honestly his answer was pretty relatable so if anything she makes mental note to check in on him later. she figures it was the least she could do considering helped her out back there.

she follows his glance towards the window and gives another nod because even if the old barn was out of the way, getting to safety was important to avoid any further encounters with the bandits]
Alright, well in the case we should get moving then.
cheapbastard: (KU_79)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-15 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hand to heart.

( many people have tried to kill him and no one's succeeded. he ain't gonna let it happen. )

I promise to only get mildly bruised.
winscenario: (hundred four.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-03-15 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head, giving Billy's shoulder a nudge. ]

I'll hold you to it. Come on, let's see who else is in here and what we can do.

[ Going out there to fight again without some semblance of a plan probably wouldn't be the best idea, so. ]
blackfire: (pic#15545615)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-03-15 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
As do I.

from there, the conversation lulls. yet, he does not leave — the man's presence is soothing in a way few others have been for him, and so they sit in easy silence.
oiorpata: (111)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-03-15 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ fuck is a great word, ok. it's one of andy's favorites. ]

I promise I'm not a serial killer or undead. [ she peers at ziggy's scars in return; they look more recently healed than old, and something twists a little bit in her gut as she thinks about how young the girl looks. andy has a hard time with age and youngness - she's now given two children knives in scorpion's bend - but sometimes she is hit with reminders. ]

Yeah, you're definitely the one with the short end of the stick here. I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again. [ here, at least. ] You okay now?
morethan084: (leanon(2))

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-15 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Gonna be hard to do that on the station.

[Daisy teases, watching the door from their spot on the old mattress. It's quiet out there, which isn't exactly comforting. With Aleksander's arm wrapped around her, it's the safest she's felt all night.]

Sounds about right. It's not like you know a thing or two about wars.

[Sarcastic, of course.]
spacedisaster: (Aren't you cute when you lie to me?)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-03-15 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, don't remind me. I'd rather have eaten something alien-looking, purple or whatever, over the snakes.

[ Peter shudders and then grabs a spoon, trying the stew. As far as food does, the coyotes have a better taste than most things he's eaten in the past. A bit spicy, but he likes that. ]

So, what's your favorite dish? I'm not an awful cook, I could make you something once we're back at the station.
cheapbastard: (KU_39)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-15 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
After you.

( he promises to at least stay in one piece for this mission. after that, all bets are off. )

Let's go.
groupiedrifter: iconmunism @ tumblr (pic#14770914)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-03-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeaaaah, this whole crew has a problem with accepting lack of control.

They're a buncha big hero-types, so it was bound to happen.

[Newt is, of course, pretending he doesn't at least somewhat fall into the same pitfall. Nah, he's great at what he does and is amazing and perfect and etc, etc, etc. Why would he feel out of control when he's so awesome? Haaaah.]

... I sure hope we can get that orb back.

You think Viv and the others can even pick us up if we don't get it?

[He's... pretty sure he heard somewhere they need the orb's power to even return.]
krazed: (cornballer(48))

[personal profile] krazed 2022-03-15 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Go where your heart tells you to even if things end in an explosion of flames and noxious chemicals.

That's what I always say. [It's not though.] Besides, there's nothing stopping you from wearing makeup now. Guyliner?? A little rouge and red for your lips. I'd love to give you a makeover. Another time, another place. Maybe when we're not all trying to keep ourselves alive in this Clint Eastwood nightmare.

[That's what she likes to hear. She's got that BME - Big Magenta Energy. The comment about Columbia's not far off either. She's somewhere in between and so with a smile and a shrug she throws back some more from the bottle.] I bet you loved the scenes where he snuck into Brad and Janet's rooms. The wig. Got to turn people into sexy statues after creating a sexy Frakenstein. I'm jealous.
firstroar: (pic#6892332)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-03-15 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[he does as ordered, ears ringing from the cacophony of gunfire, breaking materials, and Peter-swears. he tucks his head down against Peter's shoulder, trying to be as slight as he can, holding his breath. he has to brace against Peter's fury, focused though it may be; there's some turmoil there that's hard to be so flush against in a crisis, but fighting against it will be no good. they have to focus instead on getting out safely, alive, and without getting chased down like animals.]
groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (bro you're my bro)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-03-16 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, I loved guyliner. I don't even need it, my genetics just gives me natural guyliner; but yanno, you can never have too much guyliner? We need to bring it into current fashion, ASAP.

Man, making a sexy Frankenstein would be fun. But, like, I would treat my Frankenstein with more respect! Take him out to dinner, take him clothes shopping! Teach him the value of self-respect and consent!

... Maybe teach him how to talk! That's up there on the list.
cruelyethuman: (027)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-03-16 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
There will be other missions.

[Voice edged with a certainty he doesn't feel, because this cannot be the end. This perfect oasis in the burning desert and how it all fell apart around them in the blink of an eye.

The sheer power the orb must posses, to be able to do something like that.]


I'm Grisha. Sometimes, that matters more than my experience. Or my intellect. [Without even stopping to breathe, he turns his head to watch her watch the doorway. The silhouette of her face in the low lights.] Ravka is not like the station- it matters there, what you are.
morethan084: (power)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-16 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[What could go wrong? Besides everything.

Daisy knows Kovacs is skilled in fights like this, but that doesn't make her any less worried when they've got weapons that can easily destroy someone within seconds.]


Okay. On your count.

[It's best that they do this quickly, so as soon as Kovacs is ready she'll break their hand.]
morethan084: (playful)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-16 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You're right. I've always wanted a beard.

[Daisy says dryly before stroking her chin.]

Maybe we can get some chia seeds and plant them on your face.
shadysided: (pic#15236434)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-16 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
['You okay now'? That's a loaded question. She's dead for sure; she felt herself die, anyway. There was a finality to the feeling she can't really explain. Either way, it's not really proper talk with a new acquaintance, no matter how fucked the situation is.]

I'm on both feet. That's as okay as anyone can be around here.

[Sighing tiredly, she adds:]

I'm starving, though. I miss real food.
shadysided: (pic#15236578)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-16 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wrinkles her nose, though more at the question than the food.

Honestly, it's not that bad. Especially when you're so hungry you could eat a cow.]


Is that even a real question? Pizza, obviously.
morethan084: (well)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-16 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll get on one only if I have to, and only if you're the one in control.

[It was a nice time, even if she was tense the entire ride. She just enjoys spending time with him in general.

She can feel his eyes on her, but she doesn't look at him as she frowns.]


So you're a trophy for him to show off. Nice.