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[closed] and since we've one place to go
Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads apolar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(
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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL
the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab
What: Nate leads a
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(
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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL
the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab
there and back again
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The snow is grueling, the wind is relentless, your insulated pants are chafing, and the air is dry, but at least you have each other! The first seven days of the trip out to the mountains is rough going and not for the faint of heart, with little daylight, but that’s why we have fire wizards and a sledge stocked with MREs, as well as a questionable amount of anchovies!
What kind of dangers lurk outside your makeshift tents in the dark? Better hope the people taking turns on watch see it before it sees them, if "it" is out there at all.
The return trip? Probably just as dangerous.
[ Catch-all for the week before and after the actual excavation. ]
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So Lup can be found on the outskirts of the camp for this particular night, legs tucked up to her chin and arms wrapped around her legs, long ears peeking out from beneath a cozy beanie that proudly displays her name across the front. Her lanky frame is all wrapped up in too many layers and there's a ball of living flame dancing between her cupped palms, lighting up the surrounding areas, highlighting just how alert she is in the moment.
After a lifetime of living out on the road with her brother, Lup knows all about the importance of keeping watch. She's had more than her share of it before.
But even if she's focused on the task at hand, that doesn't mean she won't shoot her grin at whoever approaches her, even if it's their turn to be sleeping.]
Whatcha doin' up? Pretty sure all living folks need to get their eight hours or whatever in.
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Ambling over to Lup on the perimeter with his hands stuffed in his pockets, Nate's gaze trails off into the dark. The flame in her hands holds steady, a useful light for them, a potential beacon for anything else.]
I've done worse.
[The sentence is heavy, shouldering a payload she can't see the entire shape of, but delivered with characteristic amicability. Pushing his coat down a little he settles next to her, shoulders bumping while the snow under them creaks in the cold.]
Thought you might like the company.
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[ Wash admits it with a shrug, coming up beside Lup in full armor with his trackers set and everything. He settles beside her like he isn't wearing anything extra at all, and was remarkably quiet approaching in all that metal. Be impressed, Lup. ]
I'm used to running on less sleep anyway, I can keep you company out here for awhile. Or take over, if you're cold. [ He tilts his head towards the flame in her hands. ] You think that's the best idea?
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New terrain. New people. [ He shoots Lup a small smile. ] Makes it harder to get to sleep.
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Plopping down beside Lup, Elena flings her arms around her.]
I'm cold. Nate doesn't like it when I stick my hands under his shirt to warm them up. Obviously I came to you next.
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Get your disgusting MRE rations right here! Right now!
But let's be real, these things are pretty bland and no one is going to craving seconds of something that you literally punch to cook.]
I've got pasta, chili, beef stew, spaghetti and if anyone wants to take their life in their hands this one just says pork. Eat at your own risk.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Pork me!
[Peter sweetie phrasing]
I mean. I'll try the mystery pork.
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Which one is least likely to make me projectile vomit?
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aww yeah gross rations aka wash's life
He pulls his helmet off and holds it under one arm as he considers the options available. ]
Beef stew. Did this era's come with the flameless heaters?
[ He's from like five hundred years in the future, things have advanced a bit. ]
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Who wants to be Youtube famous????
Anyway, it's dinner time and Peter's got his phone out for video shenanigans.]
Okay, it's the end of the first day, camp's set up, and uh, we're eating food out of bags. We've got a little down time so I figured I'd, y'know. Record our progress, I guess? That way if we die horribly out here people can maybe find out why and how and we won't end up a big mystery like the Franklin Expedition. Morbid.
God, how do you even vlog a thing like this? Well-- okay, I guess, here's some things I've learned just being out here for a day. Seems like a good place to start. Let's see... peeing outside in subzero temperatures is Hell, and the girls are way bigger badasses than I am about it for sure. MREs are not as fun as that astronaut ice cream they have at the museum, and anchovies and MRE spaghetti should never be combined. Ever. So...
[So yeah, that's what Peter's doing. Who wants to come be in an expedition vlog? It'll be great to show to future adventurers. If we don't freeze to death.]
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She lifts the phone, clearly to take a picture, but she doesn't just snap one. Instead, she squints down at the phone, then back at Nate, shifting a few steps to one side and then a few steps back—it's clear she's trying to get a specific angle. After a moment of this, she finally taps the screen, looks down at the picture, and—]
Dude, seriously, what the fuck.
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im doing two prompts oops
[So as much as Taako loves Nate and will apparently do things when he asks them, all of this? All of this is kind of the worst. Of course he came prepared for this trip; his hat is magically affixed to his head so no amount of wind is going to get that one off, and it and his cloak seem to be covered in little magical licking flames to at least keep himself warm in this experience. But lord, it's just going so slowly. He needs to kick this up like, ten notches.
He tilts his head back and doesn't bother to hide his voice as he speaks to the sky, and inadvertently to everyone around him.]
So like, does someone have party games, or wanna be a bear or whatever, chaboy's bored as hell with like thirty spell slots.
[And hey, who wants to figure out what that means?]
ii. at camp
[It's about time he handled a watch shift, a number of days in. Even if Lup is taking the vast majority of them, elves don't really need to sleep like people do, despite being prone to wanting them. He can get his 4 hours in sitting on the sled while they travel, or just lie about it. Really, that's not what he wants out of this.
What he does seem to be doing is curled up by the fire, looking up.
He's got a notebook behind held in front of him by a spectral hand, using his actual one to scribble something. Every couple of seconds, he seems to look up, then back down, write, and repeat.
He's certainly up to something... and maybe not keeping 'watch', really, as strictly as he should.]
camp prompt heyoooo
ayoooo
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on the road
thank god
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The space marine spends most of his time either hauling the sledge (which he can do without assistance) or circling the party's ever-moving perimeter. His white armor may sometimes make him difficult to see in the snow — quite a feat, given the fact that the massive man stands at a staggering 7'4" — but the gold dome of his helmet catches what light there is well enough. He's always armed with a handgun and a grenade launcher with a curved blade. He only removes his helmet to eat, and he prefers to do that well away from others — catching sight of his face may prove difficult.
Saying that Maine isn't the most social of traveling companions is an understatement. Aside from grunts and growls, he doesn't speak. (In fact, he can't speak, but he's not broadcasting that.) The only person he appears to relax around is Wash. Most others receive an expectant head-tilt if they approach, as Maine waits to see what they want.
Chat him up while he's pulling the sledge? Try to figure out why he doesn't eat around others? Join him as he patrols the perimeter? Or maybe try pleading fatigue to see if the huge man will haul along people as well as supplies? ]
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Which leads me to the fact that Poe is eating sardines straight out of the tin, with a fork held clumsily between gloved fingers. He cuts a somewhat ridiculous figure, really, with a blanked draped around himself like a hooded cape, over layers of winter clothes, jabbing a fork into the sardine tin repeatedly and muttering to himself as bits of fish fall into the snow.
He's a jungle boy what do you want from him!! ]
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Here's the big metal guy giving eating tips. ]
I think you've gotta be a little gentler with those.
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For him, getting out of the city, despite how shitty the tundra is, is super relaxing. He doesn't have to be constantly looking over his shoulder for demons or cranky Star Wars guys, his spider senses aren't constantly low-key buzzing because shit's weird. Things out here are calm, and until space bears decide to try to eat them, his spider sense is not tingling even a tiny bit. So, while he is on look out and fully aware of his surroundings, he's taking a little time to... maybe not meditate because he's not a total hippy, but he's definitely chilling. I mean, figuratively. But also literally?
But that's not funny. What might be funny is when Peter realizes that someone's come up beside him and turns his head to see who it is. He's got his mask on because his face is goddamn cold, so there's just this bright red face peeking up at Poe from under this white snow floof]
Oh, hey man.
[BOO]
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Pratt hates not knowing, so even though it's pointless he's awake pacing around the edge of the camp and staring fruitlessly out into the darkness in the hopes he'll catch a glimpse of whatever it is.]
Having a snack?
[Another horrible sound like something small and skittering just got snatched up by a predator.]
I should put out snares tomorrow night.
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See, Taako's finding he actually feels kind of bad for the way their first meeting wet. Poe was actually really excited to see him, something that never fails to please Taako greatly, but the feeling of not keeping up with his expectations has kind of sunk in the more time they're spending in a closer vicinity. Seeing as Taako doesn't strictly need to sleep- and being out here isn't a comforting enough place to do so anyway- so eventually the horrible smell of Big Fish lures him out of his tent to slip up behind him.]
Are you actually enjoying those, or do you want me to make it like, taste like actual food?
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They have a conversation to finish even without the commiseration.
Ambling over in a thick jacket, making sure to approach in Poe's line of sight, he gives a little nod and tries not to smile at the spectacular impression of a Russian grandmother.]
You look like somebody who grew up where it's warm.
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Eventually, her circuit of their camp takes her to...a hobo penguin, it looks like. Chuckling, Elena takes a seat beside him.]
You know, if it's too cold for you to maneuver utensils, no one will judge you if you just tip it into your mouth. No one who can see you right now, anyway.
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the dig
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It isn't easy, breaking into a bunker.
Usually they're built for the express purpose of not letting outside things in, and this is no exception. Are you setting up the temporary base camp? Are you fighting off the megafauna lurking around the door? Are you carefully (yet dangerously) placing charges on the vault to blow it to smithereens without damaging the structural integrity, or trying to open it the right way?
Are you already inside, exploring its depths? If so, what did you find?
The Door | The Bunker | The Lab
the door
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After a week and a half of travel, you will come across what looks like a steel circle in the ground, roughly 8’ in diameter, with a small control panel to the side. Although snow covers the landscape, it's strangely absent from the steel, and upon touching it, it's clear that it's heated from the inside. The heat appears to be what attracts the mammoths, as they are hanging around on top of it and will need to be cleared away.
Successfully navigating through the alien languages and options on this control panel will make the circle open up into an elevator shaft that you can take straight down into the ground. Alternatively, you could force the door open, but you will not have an elevator to take you down and would need an alternative way of dealing with the ~100’ drop.
In addition to the attempts at opening the door, this is a catch-all for establishing a base camp for the excavation, as well as a catch-all for fighting off the mammoth-like creatures prior to settling in.
Mammoth Time
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base camp meeting
Nate: i choose you!
oh boy :')
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Open to Group
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open to group
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directly to nate
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[closed to Elena] base camp
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the bunker
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Once you get to the bottom of the elevator shaft, you will find yourself in a large room with branching doors and hallways. The architecture is alien and minimalistic, with tubes of blue light running along the walls for lighting. The temperature is far warmer than it is outside and it seems that the heat is being generated by this strange blue light.
Other rooms in this facility are similar- the vast majority of the tanks are empty or broken, though there is one with a host still inside. Upon closer examination, it seems as if it is long-dead, as the liquid it is suspended in has been drained of its supply of nutrients some time ago.
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cw for torture mems probably
the lab
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There are several branches of tubes that come down onto the floor, running across the ground into what seems to be computer consoles. In one room, the light runs into a broken tank that may have been used for containment. The light has oozed into the tank from where the tube ran off in it and remains a gel-like substance that spills out onto the floor. It smells strongly of burnt plastic and getting within several feet of it will make any organic creature feel physically ill- there is glass littered around the floor and several trails of a green/black blood leaving the room.
If you're able to navigate through the logs of the panel, you will find images of a former host being trapped within the tank, floating in a soft green substance as the Null performed experiments on it. While again, the accompanying text is alien, there are images and recordings of various surgical procedures, in-depth diagram of the host brains and sickening images of the bloodied mass of organs that are revealed when you remove their shells. Some of the experiments detail the Null implanting various devices along the host bodies and into their brains.
It is unknown if the hosts survived these procedures.
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epiphany
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a good host
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cw for torture mems probably also
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taako | ota
Washington | OTA
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