DAY FOUR - THE ESCAPE

[inferis]

[The doors have been blown up, finally opening the link between both ships. The tunnel joining the two remains in tact, but space suits will be required to ferry people across. Unfortunately, the gravity core of the Event Horizon has been activated - and soon a black hole will form in the middle of the ship. Destination: Hell. The non-corrupted residents need to get their corrupted friends off the Event Horizon and onto the Lewis and Clark, and they have fifteen minutes to do it in.

Of course, the corrupted residents want nothing more than to ride the gravity core into hell, and they'll meet any attempt to remove them from the ship with extreme force. And that timer keeps counting down...]

[[OOC: No sections! Feel free to make your own | DAY FOUR OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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Come at me corrupted Bros.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues being a machine doesn't need a space suit to get between the two ships. So he's staying aboard the Event Horizon for now to look for stragglers.

Any of you corrupted punks wanna deal with the bot in shades and scarf? Let's do this.]

[cloaklikeblood]

[Her hair is scraggly and falls into a curtain around her face. Her clothes and hands are soaked crimson with blood and her eyes are gleaming with a feral madness. She's long past being capable of human speech. In her mind, she really is a wolf.

A knife gleams in her hand. After her confrontation with Anne the night before, she had had to hunt herself up another one.

The explosions had frightened her, made her fully realize that the prey still roaming the ship actually were trying to escape. She couldn't let that happen, now could she? No, no.

She stood in the shadows, waiting and watching. The footsteps alerts her that prey is coming, they're falling into her trap.

She moves swiftly, darting out of the shadows and throwing herself quickly and quietly at the figure]

[lonenoble]

[Here. Have an almost 7 feet tall woman in the halls, though at this point, she's near the way to the other ship. She's covered in bruises and even bloody self inflicted injuries, giggling softly as well as whispering to someone that isn't really there.] Yes, sir. I'm on my way.

[On her way to some place deeper into the Event Horizon.]

Closed

[save_the_souls]

[While the others had been seeking out the bombs, Allen had spent the day preparing the wounded to get out of here. To get his friends out here. They were almost free of this hell, almost free. Allen didn't know what he'd do once he was off the ship, but he knew this was a place he didn't want to die. And that's what mattered. ]

[But as the evacuation started and he counted people off, he noticed that there was someone missing from his friends. Someone very important that would almost always be there. ]

[A person he couldn't leave behind.]

[And so he excused himself from the clinic evacuations to go looking. He was unharmed, so he could move fast. And running he did, until he found the back of the person he was looking for]

Crowley! We have to get out of here!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley had been staring at one of the blood stained walls for a while. Or rather...he'd been trailing his fingers through it, marking a strange sigil in the blood. It's a name he hasn't signed for a long time. It seems the best time now.

He turns at the sound of Allen's voice, slow and deliberate. He smiles, nothing like his usual smirk, and shakes his head]

No point. I told you they'd find me one day. It was just a matter of time. I'm surprised it took them this long.

[tapshoetomove]

[While everyone else is busy trying to escape the ship, Luke has yet to make any attempt to leave. His hallucinations still haven't left him, and even now he's still trying to flee for his life.

So there will be a little kid with a beaten-up face and broken jaw rushing past crowds of people...

...in the opposite direction.]

[onlythefishiest]

[Luke may run into a somewhat distracted troll, if he's not paying attention.]

In The Tunnel

[encryptedlock]

[Being one of the few people who has experience with EVA, York is for the moment doublechecking everyone before they make the passage between the ships.]

Remember - get in, stuff them in a suit whether or not they want to, and get them back here ASAP. I can check the suits on that side, too - just call if you want a hand.

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia's gonna add a little PSA of her own, while they're here. The space suit is a little big on her, but damned if she's not going.]

And be careful. Vriska still has her powers, at the very least. Other people might too.

Dragging people off the ship

[onlythefishiest]

[The dead won't go away, but this ship is breaking up and soon they will wash away with it. In the mean time, she has some lives to save and some people to get into the suits she's carefully stashed and off this ship. And if she goes down with it, well, it's always been a case of balancing, hasn't it? How many can be saved, and how many have to die for that to happen?

Feferi walks through her crowds, looking for anything that isn't dead yet, but especially those she's already spoken to on this ship.]

[wolf_of_war]

[Looking unintentionally rather comical, Bladewolf has one of his unfortunate victims, Ashura, clasped by the back his his robe, dragging him toward the airlock and Feferi.]

Ms. Peixes, I have someone in need of a space suit, and two others I have yet to retrieve. Could you see to them, please?

Waiting for salvation.

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd doesn't know quite what's going on, but he figured by the sounds of EXPLOSIONS that something big was happening. Are they finally free? He's not sure if what he's hearing is real or not, but explosions can't tell him to go kill himself, so he figures that's a point in their favor.

Lloyd is trying to find someone who knows what's going on, someone who'll possibly stuff him and his girlfriend in a suit.]

Where's Colette!? I'm not leaving without her!

[onlythefishiest]

[Well, that's a sort of familiar name. It's a little distracting trying to find people in this crowd, but you know, non-grey skin does stand out a little.]

Are you looking for Colette? I haven't seen her yet, but I can keep an eye out! As long as they don't hide her from me, anyway.

You need to get off the ship soon, though!

No man left behind

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss came through on the spacesuit, then immediately hid it so she could get into her duffle and put her quiver and bow on her back, her knife at her side, and her hypodermic needles filled with tranquilizer into her pockets.]

[That's right, Event Horizon. The Mockingjay is here and she's getting her friends out. One way or another.]

GALE!!PERCY! INO! ALLEN! CHELL! ASHLEY! I'm here! Let's go!

[waterproofed]

Katniss! [Percy limps more than runs to her. Getting stabbed in the leg will do that to a guy. And Percy didn't trust himself to go find a medic to treat him, so it's probably infected by now]

[schrodingersghost]

[With the doors finally open, Danny had simply collapsed in the rubble. With no huge task to complete any more, his body had simply given out on him. Now he was lying there, unconscious and badly injured from the events of the last few days.]

[unstitched]

[5 has still managed to retain some semblance of himself throughout this entire ordeal, despite the horrific hallucinations. He has Danny's intervention yesterday to thank when it comes to still being alive; as he panics and hurries toward the exit, he spots the very person who had saved him lying limply on the ground.]

Danny? Hey--

[It doesn't take him long to realize that his friend is unconscious. He darts over, gripping him by the shoulders and timidly shaking him a little.]

Danny, wake up! We... we have to get out of here...

[No response. 5 stands there in shock for a moment-- then grits his teeth, wrapping his arms around Danny's limp form to drag him towards the Lewis and Clark. He's far from strong, but that doesn't deter him. They both have to make it out alive, no matter what.]

[solowingpixy]

[Explosions? What the hell? Were there other people coming aboard this ship? Idiots. Idiots, all of them. Of course, the sounds of explosions didn't sit very well with Pixy- he got to hear (and see) enough of those during his time in the Belkan War. Those hallucinations of Cipher and PJ following him weren't helping things any.

He's staggering down the halls, going deeper into the ship with his right arm propped against the nearest wall with gun in hand still. He can't feel his right leg anymore, and his left arm is mostly numb. He's incredibly pale, so it's almost a wonder he's even alive right now.

He eventually stops a moment while panting heavily, leaning against the wall, and quietly muttering incoherently. Under any normal circumstances, he'd have no idea what the hell he was saying, but anyone who can understand it would know he's spouting the same latin words over and over again.

Get near the crazy guy to get him off the ship, y/n?]

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf's managed to get everyone he'd already knocked out off of the ship, but something told him that there were still people who would refuse to leave, that he would have to make leave, so that they didn't get dragged...wherever the Event Horizon was going. That's when he comes across Pixy. He remembers you, dude! So he'll approach tentatively, hoping that you're still sane, or mostly so, anyway.]

Pixy, we must leave now. The hatch leading to the Lewis and Clark has been opened. All that remains is to put on a space suit, and escape this ship as soon as possible.

[youfallback]

[Carolina's busy enough to let York out of her sight for at least a little longer than a minute. She's looking for blonde hair, a grumpy voice, and insults but she's not finding anyone meeting all those requirements. As time ticks away, she does what she can to search for South.]

South! [Shit, if she doesn't respond, Carolina would have to leave without---

And then she sees the corpse. Still. Unmoving. A mockery of everything South had been.

She doesn't waste time in dropping down to her knees beside her, tearing one gauntlet off to feel for a pulse. The skin's already cold to the touch and Carolina pales.

Another teammate she was too slow to save.]

[encryptedlock]

[It takes York a few minutes to get back to Carolina, since he had to get slightly beaten up taking Six back to the other ship. But now he's racing back through the Event Horizon, looking not only for other survivors but especially for her.

What he finds is the two of them, one next to the other.]

Shit. We've got to get her back--Carolina?

[South is being awfully still.



Fuck.]

Closed to Phoebe and Adam

[spongetastic]

[he felt those doors blow open, and he knows what that means. They're coming... But he won't let it happen. He has to stay here until the end. It's the only way he can save everyone.

At least, that's what he believes]

[kungfuwitch]

PETER?!

[Phoebe's voice is frantic as she races through the corridors searching for her husband. She pauses only briefly to glance at any corpse she passes, despite the ache in her heart that tells her that he's still alive. She doesn't even know if Adam's still behind her as she runs, only that she has to find him. She has to bring him home.

She catches a glimpse and skids to a stop, eyes wide as she gasps, breathlessly]

Peter!

[not_nikkiheat]

[Kate hears the explosion, and tries to head in that direction. Her feet just won't cooperate. The blood loss is finally too much, and her vision gets fuzzy as she falls to the ground.

But no. She has not survived this long to die just when the cavalry arrives. She tries to crawl toward the doors, basically just clawing her way along with her left arm cradled to her chest. She's barely hanging on to consciousness, and her voice is weak when she calls out.]

Hey! I'm here! Help!

[teratologist]

[Helen had a hand over her mouth, trying to block out the smoke and gases that were leaking from the hull breaches and fires scattered through the ship. She'd been looking for survivors without luck, narrowly avoiding the more mad crew that were stalking the ship.

She heard the woman's voice.] Hang on! I'm coming!

Closed

[silentrunning]

[Chell heard the door break open. She heard the sounds of people rushing out. And she's trying to stop them. But that's rather hard to do when you have a broken shoulder, several broken ribs, and are seeing so many different things that the hallucinations aren't even making sense anymore. So right now, she is walking as fast as she can down a hall toward the exit, trying to stop anybody she meets.]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe was rushing through the door to head deeper into the ship to find Peter when who should she see but]

Chell?!

closed!

[heloise]

[ Desperation for the only way out of the ship kept her going before, but now the fatigue returns after all is done and every part of her body aches; the bruise on her head throbs, the wounds hurt. The silence that comes after the explosion is strange too. Like a held breath.

Lucrezia settles in a room near the blast, having closed the door before clearing some space on the floor for her brother to rest. He said he's tired. He must be, after days of looking for her. The least she can do is let him rest his head on her lap, hold his hand, and wait. Her other palm settles against his face, stroking her thumb against his cheek. ]

He will be here soon. The one I told you of.

[ The one he drove away, but no longer surely, after this rescue. After a moment, she remembers to sing under her breath so Joshua can find them. Then the three of them will return to the castle and everything will be well. Better, because her brother will be there too. ]

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike isn't sure what exactly happened between the explosion and now. The last few days are all a jumble in his head, and he wonders if he may have had another concussion that's making it harder to piece it all together. That's likely, considering how explosions work in general. Nothing new there.

The coldness that spreads through his limbs is something else though. He's felt it before, and he slowly becomes aware of how his body is shaking as he lie there on the floor. Being held by someone. It's all horribly confusing.

When he glances up and sees the woman holding him, he knows for sure that she's not who he may have imagined the moment before she spoke. But considering the current state of things, she's not a bad substitute.]

That's a nice song. [He smiles, although he can barely hear it past the ringing in his ears. And so he keeps listening as he closes his eyes, concentrating so hard on the sound of her voice that everything else starts to slip away.]

Corrupted Ashura

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ It was ending. He could feel it. It was all going to end, finally. He would follow the Castle on its course, he would follow it laughing into the depths of the damned. Because where else was he supposed to go? He had failed, failed so much and burnt so much. He would go where the damned went, because he defied this place.

He was sitting in a hall, his hand gripping the make-shift blade that had already cut his hands so much, his face half covered in blood - some his own, where BladeWolf had hit him the other day and knocked him out to stop him from reaching the center.

He was humming quietly to himself, sometimes whispering off words and reaching up to rub at the torque on his throat, smearing it with blood, tarnishing the gold and the ruby. ]

I'm coming, just wait for me, I'm coming... It's over, I'm coming...</sub>

Re: Corrupted Ashura

[the_effect_she_has]

[Oh hell ... one of the crazy crazies. She immediately went for one of the hypodermic needle.]

Hey .. elf ... person ...it's time to go. We're getting out of here.

[She approached cautiously, because the person was literally smeared with blood. She hadn't seen something like this since the Games - and even this wasn't so - so - disturbing. Still, she steeled herself. He was alive, and he needed to be saved. If she had to cold cock him, she'd do it.]

Sheena | OTA (but read ooc note below)

[rose_of_battle]

[Sheena's had a bad few days on the ship and as soon as she got back, she was going to let the castle know exactly how she feels about that. Not to mention several of the residents. She's tired of all the bullshit the people have gone through, and isn't going to hold anything back.

On second thought, she decides to follow Lloyd's advice about writing a letter. Why not do the same thing here? This way, she can say what she wants, and add on with every trespass. With that decision made, she begins to head off, not towards the clinic--even though her injuries kind of demand that she do so--but in search of her friends from home. All of them.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she mentally curses the Chosen. A normal reaction, even though she really wouldn't expect less from any of them, and would react the same in any case. She's in the middle of a particularly long one that threatens to become spoken when the explosions go off, and fearing the worse, she heads off, ignoring the pain as she hopes that no more people were hurt.

She kids to a halt and grabs a wall for support when she sees bodies--warm, living bodies coming on to the ship, and her eyes grow wide.]

What's going on?

[ooc: Sheena's okay... sorta...now. But she may succumb to the madness again and want to stay. Or stay to find survivors, either way, Utena will be the one dragging her out.]

[princelyspirit]

[Utena rushes through the halls in desperate search of survivors. All of the fear, all of the rage, and all of the despair she's felt over the past twenty-four hours is channeled into action. She was going to help these people get off the ship, or die trying.

Then she sees Sheena. Whoever this woman is, she's not ranting, she's not raving, and she's not threatening anyone. She's sane. Relief floods her senses, and she gives a grateful smile.]

The Lewis and Clark Calvalry, that's what! Just follow me, okay? We'll get you safe and sound in no time, I promise.

closed :(

[samson]

[Lucrezia had once asked him who he would save, if something bad happened and people needed saving. And he'd said he would just rescue the first person he came across. He hadn't been bullshitting; it was the truth. Because when it got down to it, he knew Molotov could take care of herself.

But if anything, Paradisa always was and continues to be a learning experience.

He's got a spacesuit on and is carrying an extra one with him, just a single one, allowing himself the selfishness of tracking down and dragging out the only woman he'd ever loved. It's only fifteen minutes. He probably couldn't save anyone else even if he wanted to, in that short of a timeframe.]

[molotov]

[Molotov has been running from her hallucinations for days now. Her father told her that she was ruined and disgusting, and the only way to fix it was to bleed herself dry. The Brock in her visions simply didn't want her anymore, except dead and eyeless.

But she can't run anymore. She's been awake for nearing seventy-two hours, and even if she'd slept, she's lost so much blood that she can barely move. Dragging around the now-battered corpse of her friend (something she'd simply felt compelled to do) has sapped the last of her energy.

Besides, she's supposed to die. They all are. The ship said so, the visions said so, everything said so. Why fight anymore?

So Molotov has simply dropped in a hallway, curled in the fetal position, her torn arms wrapped around House's dead neck. She's awake, though, still terrified of what's coming for her.]

closed!

[ensorceler]

[ Anne has had nothing to do with the bombs; didn't even know what was going on really. So when she hears the loud noise echo off the metal walls and feels everything tremble, she curls up into the fetal position, one shaking arm covering her head with the other clutched weakly to her chest.

She was already sitting there and slowly bleeding out from a bullet wound to the leg, anyway, not that anyone could easily tell what was what when her dress is all shredded and singed, and she's already splattered with blood and smeared with soot. The ever present sound of her wailing is as hard to miss as the lingering stench of sulfur. ]

[hellshaped]

[It's a mess on this side.

Hellboy didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't... this.

There isn't enough time to dwell on it, though; he hoofs it over to the first person he sees who looks like they need help. Of course it's the bloodied, wailing woman. That's usually how these things go.]

Hey... we need to go, okay? It's not safe here.

Tim, Cass, Stephanie, misc anyone with them?

[kryptonian]

[Kara has felt the thrum in her body since the blast, and it's been growing as the minutes have ticked by. Her powers, returning, weak but there, and even if she is hyper aware of their time growing short, she can't help but look back to the ship to see if there's anyone left. It's so terribly human, for an alien, but it's just her nature.

There are still people down there. She can see a few of them. In the last minutes, when the ship is already starting to pitch, she knows she can't get to them and get them out safely in time. It would be crazy to try.

But it'd be crazy to let them go down without trying, too. It's been screaming around in her head this whole time, on this ship, remembering all the people she's failed, all the people she didn't go back for, people who never even asked for her help but she owed anyway. All the times she hadn't been there when she should have, when she was selfish, when she was immature––

She has to set it right.

Kara reaches for Steph. She talks rapidly, rushed.]

I'm going after the stragglers –– I can't let them go down with the ship. [The ship jerks, rumbling out a long moan of creaking metal. There's not much time left.] And if I can't get them off, I'll see them through to the other side and protect them there.

[Truthfully, she's terrified. She's been in all manners of fights and wars, she's been in countless situations with her own life in the balance, she's been trusted with the world's safety, and she's clawed her way to victory every time, but she's still afraid. Who wouldn't be, in a situation unlike any other, wherein death is a looming threat? You'd have to be insane, ignorant or absolutely emotionless to face your own death for the mere chance to save others and not feel any fear.

But this is what she's meant to do, and she has the bravery to do it regardless of any fear.]

I'll be back! I promise.

[secondchances]

What?

[She hears the words, understands them, but can't really respond with much else, staring at Kara's face. She knows that look. She might not know the specifics behind it, but she understands that determination, and wouldn't expect any less of her BFF. There would be no arguing over this.

Her fingers dig into Kara's arms. She's Supergirl. If anyone was going to make a difference in all of this, save people, and come out unscathed, it would be her.

Still, letting go is difficult.]

Right. We'll see you soon, okay?

[She lets go of her arms to give her a quick, firm hug.]

for Ruby

[unvarnished]

[there is a grim sort of determination on August's face. He's not brave by nature, but a friend is in danger. He can conquer his fears to save her. And he can be selfless, doing this himself rather than risk someone else]

Ruby! Where are you? It's me, August.

[cloaklikeblood]

[She's laying on the floor of the rescue ship, sitting up the best that she can. She's using the wall for support. Her right shoulder and collar bone looks strange, her hair falls in a curtain around her face, and her clothes are soaked in blood. There's also a bruise and a cut on the front of her neck, as if someone had tried to strangle her with a wire of some sort.

At the sound of August's voice, she lifts her head]

August?

closed

[originalcopy]

[Church is just sitting with Natasha's body. He'd listened to Delta tell him all the reasons her death wasn't his fault. And listened again.
He hardly noticed the explosions or Delta telling him that rescue was finally on it's way.]

[compromisedarrow]

[The second that Clint had stepped onto the Event Horizon, the visions had started. Flashes of blue lightning, familiar figures in the corner of his eye. He tries to ignore it, keeping his bow stashed for now. He had to find Natasha.

It's then when he spots a familiar figure ahead and walks towards it.]

Hey! Church. Is that you?