THE LEWIS AND CLARK - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[As you've heard over the journals, your friends on the Even Horizon are facing a lot of trouble right now, and need to get the heck to safety. Of course, you're still running on a smattering of half-solved answers.

Have you got the power on yet? You might want to be sure you get right on that]

[[OOC: AROUND THE SHIP | THE CONTROL ROOM | A MESSAGE | DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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AROUND THE SHIP

[inferis]

[If you haven't got the power working, the manuals are still floating around, to help you out. Use this space to plan out your next moves, or digest the rather distressing news coming from the other ship.

You're their only hope guys. Their. Only. Hope]

Re: AROUND THE SHIP

[the_effect_she_has]

((ooc: edited because the manuals have already been found!))

[Katniss got there as quickly as possible after Dairine's message, and as soon as someone pointed her in a direction, she had a tool and started to work on the ship. She didn't have much but muscle and wit at this point to offer, but she'd do what she could.]

[savethedarkness]

Katniss. Good. [M waves a copy of the manual at her]. My archer with the strong arms. Come and hold this panel open so I can get at these wires.

[ofhope]

[ Joshua has decided to abandon his supply closet since yesterday (getting needles jammed into you while being thrown around is not fun), and is carrying a torch while hovering around the halls. The control room has enough people and screw all of them. He would rather find a different away, whatever that entails. Looking for secret panels and doors all the way!

When he's not lingering near the exit that connects to the other ship, staring at it like that will solve all their problems. ]

Re: AROUND THE SHIP

[toobravehearted]

[He has some tools, a scant handful and he's stalking through the ship towards the doors that connect them to the Event Horizon. Here is a man with a purpose. To get them out. Enough is enough.]

Anyone not in the control room and able bodied, help me, please. I want these doors open and now would be good. Control room, any information that can help us in this, if you'd be so kind to relay it down.


[[ooc: moved to correct section, apologies! loooong day.]]

[thebestseller]

[Castle was feeling useless- and he absolutely hated feeling useless. Kate was trapped over there. And, not being mechanically inclined, there was little he could do about it.

So he paced the halls near the connector like a restless tiger instead, knowing that wasn't going to help, but not knowing what else he could do.]

[billiardsplz]

[He's in, or rather around, the room with the stasis pods. If anything happens to those guys...]

THE CONTROL ROOM

[inferis]

[When the power is finally restored, screens in the control room spring back to life, lights are back on, and it looks like you just might be able to fly this thing again. Life is good!

One screen in particular seems to have rebooted something sent from the Event Horizon. They are the captains logs of the original crew. They start off as soon as the ship takes off, a full crew of smiling, exited people ready to revolutionize space travel. Nothing off at all seems about it.

There are a lot of entries to comb through. Best get to it]

[wizard_redfive]

[FINALLY.

Once the ship's power is restored, Dairine heads straight for the computer screens. There must be something she can use or reprogram to get that door open. But then she notices the video log.]

Huh. That's new.

[Well, since it's Event Horizon files, she starts skimming through it. Maybe it'll drop something useful.]

[unvarnished]

[August honestly doesn't know if the power being on is anything to do with all the tinkering they've been doing, but he has the hope he did some good here. He gets up to examine the screens. He taps a file at random, wondering what he's going to see]

Hm. Too bad we can't make copies and divide them. It would go faster.

[cyan_maid]

[It's good for Jane to stand on something solid again, but it's even better to have something new to read. The journals are...not very fun. At all.

She'll be reading the reports on the screens as thoroughly as she can, a bit pale of face, but looking fine otherwise.]

[hardenedimmortal]

[Adam is desperate for something to find something to help the ones on the other ship. Between worrying for Peter and dying to know what they were going through over there and his worry for Phoebe, he could feel his own mind cracking again.

He enters the control room, glad that the gravity was back on. There's still blood from the cut he'd gotten the day before caked on his face, but he doesn't seem to notice]

Anything new? Any clues as to how in the hell to help them?

[sworn]

[Still terribly bad with technology, Vereesa reaches into the very back of her mind and pulls up what little knowledge she can remember on how to operate computers. This one is vastly different than the one she used years ago, but she can't allow herself to just sit around uselessly.

Here's hoping she can find something of use.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina's unbelievably grateful for the power, but from what she's been hearing on the journal, them having the power on isn't exactly that much of a relief. The gravity allows her to settle her feet on the floor again, but that doesn't mean she's steady on them.] Get the door open.

[princelyspirit]

[And while she waits for Hermione, Utena heads to the computers, and tries to dig for whatever logs she can. She's not much of a computer geek, but hopefully she knows enough basics to find something useful.]

THE FINAL LOG

[inferis]

[The final log entry flickers into life. In front of it, looking bloodied and terrified is a man. Some might recognise him as Harris. The spoon guy. His face is bleeding from a deep gash in his cheek, and one arm hangs limp and useless at his side. In the background, screaming can be heard:]

"I stashed the explosives around the Horizon. It's the only way to get the damned doors open. She won't let them free. She'll take them to hell. They won't even fight it. They're not interested."

Static fills the screen for a moment, and the screaming is louder, followed by banging. Harris gives a frustrated groan and smacks the camera with his good arm, clearing it up.

"If any of you are still alive, you've to blow the doors apart. The ship's hull is designed to take it. Make sure you've got a damn suit on, unless you've decided you want to end it all. I don't fucking blame you if you do."

He stares into the screen, no joy left in him any more. He doesn't seem to be a guy who could burn a burrito in a microwave.

"However you end it. Don't let her win. Don't let her drag you into hell with the rest of them. Don't-"

A loud CRASH occurs offscreen. Harris turns, to be tackled to the ground by someone else, covered in blood and barely recognisable as human. The figure drops to the ground on top of Harris, out of view of the camera. But his screams are heard. Terrified, bloodcurdling screams.

When they stop. The figure stands. It's the woman, Sylvia. She raises her hand, stained with blood, looking at it curiously for a moment, before turning to the camera.

"Liberate tutame ex inferis."

And then the video dies. No others follow it]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke doesn't really need to see that to know that bad things are a definite... happening. ]

... That's... wonderful.

[ He did the sarcasm right, didn't he. ]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine's face is very pale after watching so much gore (real? castle-made?), but it doesn't look like she is gonna puke. Small miracles.]

So that's it? Explosives? That's our golden ticket in?

[ofhope]

[ With the power back on and everything, by now Joshua has made his way back to the control room to figure out what the heck the hold up is on opening the doors.

He sees, or rather hears this feed from the control room's entrance, then snorts. ]

I suggested explosives already, but you people seem to think tip-toeing around is the best solution. So...when you're done with your ballet, can we go blow up some doors?

[banshee_rider]

[She watches, silent and stoic, and then turns to leave.]

[There had better be a suit in her size, is all she's thinking.]

[hellshaped]

[Oh.

That's...]

God damn.

[hardenedimmortal]

[The look on Adam's face is dark and steely, the expression one of a man who has seen far too much. There is no visible reaction at the video besides him straightening his back. That old soldier, the one who has seen so many horrors, had come to the surface.]

I have experience with explosives. I can help detonate them. Let's find these suits and get started. The sooner we get in, the sooner we can get out of this hell.

[cyan_maid]

[That long, shuddering breath? That's Jane. She's gone rigid, watching the horror. Hearing that silly burrito guy get ripped to pieces. Hearing that funny Latin phrase. She doubts it was ever about a furnace in the first place.]

Where are those suits he mentioned?

[Her voice is low, but it is firm.]

[unvarnished]

[August watches with grim focus, taking note of every frame, every camera angle, every spoken word and every pause. As horrible as it is, this is the end of their story and he wants to remember it. When it's all over, he takes a shaky breath]

So that's it.

Re: THE FINAL LOG

[kindnessing]

[ Ken mouths the words after her, thinking hard. "Liberate tutame ex inferis". Roughly, "Free yourselves from hell." He sighs. ]

That's cruel. [ He doesn't know much about explosives, so he can't help on that front, but at least they've got a way out. ]