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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2019-06-13 07:49 pm

Crack in the Walls: Dorm 3

Who: Anyone either involved in the Dorm 3 Quest or for those wanting to shelter in Dorm 3. You can shelter there without being involved in the questing.
What: Dorm 3 as an Emergency Shelter/trying to get things turned back on.
Where: Dorm 3 and the tunnels below.
When: June 13-onward.
Notes: For the first three days feel free to make normal just being locked in a shelter things. The actual questing stuff will happen in closed threads.
Warnings: Sirens, blood, gore, creepy monster elements.

The alarms have sounded and people have begun to move. Everyone knows about getting to the closest shelter. For the most part, this is an orderly move, but there is some panicking. The council and various npcs are out shouting for people to get a move on. Water is coming in rapidly. When the alarm first sounds it’s up to people’s ankles, and then when the final alarm rings and the doors start to close, it’s up to the average person’s knees. Once the outer door is sealed, there’s feedback and communication is off.

John has never liked Dorm 3, it always gives her the willies, which when you’re a ghost, is something that really shouldn’t happen. But she was bringing supplies to Dorm 3 when the alarm goes out, and being as she’s a doctor, she’s just going to be over here taking charge if you don’t mind. Getting people into the large gym-like area, John does her best to remind people to set up food and sleeping supplies, but let’s be honest, she’s a ghost and she doesn’t always think of food and sleeping and fun.

Besides, there’s the giggling and the feeling watched that’s present from even when the first siren went off and before it. It continues in the night, and the power flickers here more often than the rest does.
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[personal profile] itsnothingpersonal 2019-07-31 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
His chin rises without a choice of his own at Mera's compliment and it's with a confident smile that he nods to Enis. "Your mind is a computer. I'm willing to bow to the superiority of your thought. Carol is adaptive enough to follow your orders. Mera controls the water, and I'm more durable than the three of you combined. The plan follows."

He makes a motion and moves into position. "Just don't screw it up."
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[personal profile] winebending 2019-08-04 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the same as it was the last time. Bodies flopping on the ground, helpless to do anything without the water. This time, however, Mera recedes the water further, climbing it up to the walls so the creatures have even fewer places to return to the water in.]
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[personal profile] blindpuppet 2019-08-05 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, fuck you too." Enis replied back to Loki before following Carol to the center of the room. She ran as fast as her legs could take her and skidded to Carols side as they neared the center console. She was trusting Mera and Loki to hold the creatures off but they could always sing again which meant that her and Carol needed a plan quickly.

"Do you know about this? I can program anything but we need to get access to it first." Which might be more difficult.
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[personal profile] becauseyouhaveto 2019-08-06 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Carol frowns at the equipment in the center. "I'm not great with technology. Is it on?" She reaches out cautiously to touch it.

"What do we need to do with this?
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[personal profile] itsnothingpersonal 2019-08-09 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki had honestly been holding back, letting the others help, but these 'sirens' were becoming more of a nuisance than a means to alleviate the boredom of this place. Mustering the strength of parentage and his centuries of training, he threw both of his knives at two separate targets forced to the shallow waters Mera moved to the walls, felling them, crushed the head of another with a telekinetic spell that flashed from his palm, then conjured his blades back to his hands to repeat the process, grinning like a fool.

It wasn't often he got to show off.