[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: The bunker & elsewhere
WHEN: 1 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn on threads
NOTES: Plot Details | Bunker Details | Bunker Map & Key
Threads may take place ANYTIME during the plot, including before, during and after the tubes have been opened, just please do not godmod tube arrivals without explicit permission. Related threads not in the bunker are welcomed, as are general bunker exploration/reaction threads that have nothing to do with the arrivals. Please reference the bunker key doc for what is and isn't available to explore at present.

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Deep under the mountain, tucked away in the newly-discovered bunker complex, there is a room where everyone begins. It is filled with equipment — Computer consoles, monitors — but the point of it all resides within ten vertical stasis tubes lined neatly along a far wall.

One of them has been cracked and lies dormant, dry. In six of the remaining are bodies, unconscious and floating in their familiar vari-colored scrubs, vital signs ticking calmly off on their respective readouts.

In the corner, near the cracked tube, the ceiling has shattered and tumbled inward, across the floor and over the largest console in the room — The one flashing 24 HOURS UNTIL STASIS FAILURE.

Comments

Logan | Open

[notan_animal]

[ bunker - after "team rescue" ]

Once the distraction of getting people out of the tubes was over, Logan had to get out of there. Not because anyone was in danger of the creature he could become had the powers that be not inhibited the claws from coming out. Smart move on their part, but it did little to stop the whole place from triggering the PTSD that started in a bunker that looked a lot like this one a number of years back. Now all he wanted was to keep himself together long enough to remember how the hell to get out.

[ lake/shore ]

It's only been a couple of hours when Logan appears on the shore directly off the path that leads to and from his house, walking it more times than he can count in the couple months he's been back. He stares across to where the pod is as he perches a cigar at the corner of his mouth and fishes out a box of matches.

He's not doing much better, doesn't expect to for a good few days or until he can find a decent distraction to focus on until he shuts his eyes, letting everything that happened at Alkali Lake back in before waking up as violently as he always did.

To him, it felt like Stryker was behind this like he was behind everything else.

Once the end is lit, Logan takes a good few puffs and takes comfort in having it. He isn't quite sure if it's some kind of reward for helping or someone feeling charitable. Either way, it's nice to have.

But you won't catch him admitting it.

lake/shore

[cannily]

It's a lot to take in, and he's only looked behind one curtain, into one room. Cael had broken off from the welcome wagon as they made their way up the bunker's long hall--curious about what he might be led away from, and needing a moment of his own.

That they'd gone on without him hadn't offended: it was exhausting, walking the line of utter ignorance and utter refusal to show it. The underground keep had space enough for those lingering to explore their separate corners, contend with what they found. Had he done that? Had he parsed the difference between ingredient and trophy in the room of backlit shelves? Tomorrow, a day after: he thought he'd go back.

Now he isn't sure where he'll start. At some point, he'd picked himself up off the floor--a thimble turned out to not overestimate his understanding--and decided to move.

The keep had given him pause. The pod, its movement, he had endured from a corner, eyes shut, breathing slow as not to be sick.

And then the world had opened: water all around, stretching to multiple horizons. A sea of green trees in one direction, and enough of a swim to make him glad he'd endured his wet clothes for this long. Solitude was his only boon, that no one had seen him struggle this far, that this much made sense. Swimming toward a shore, cold and weighted by his clothes, the past behind him.

When he crawls onto the shore, more than his scrubs are going blue, and he drops his pack for the first time--just to better flop over on the stones.

The sky is wide and clear; the water laps at his feet, his legs. The crunch of stones and smell of smoke turns his head to the source.

"I don't suppose you know where everyone goes, from here."

After bunker

[thekittenqueen]

She had been waiting for him to return, having refused to go into that bunker and see what was inside. Having found the specimen room before, her nerves didn't like the idea of being in a confined space once more and seeing a number of things that she didn't understand but knew were foreboding. However, she had briefly considered following, if only for Logan. There was something about all of this that didn't seem to sit well with him, though she had no idea why.

The waiting was the more difficult part, not knowing what they found, what they were facing and how they were managing. It might have been a relief when he finally did emerge, if not for the look on his face. It was hard to tell what sort of response Logan might have to something, but she took the risk to follow him anyway, watching with concern.

"You should sit down."