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Entry tags:
- aziraphale,
- beckett mariner,
- bradward boimler,
- elle bryant,
- gwen stacy (spiderverse),
- loki (mcu),
- miguel o'hara (spiderverse),
- nog,
- sam winchester,
- stacia novik,
- ✘ aiden price,
- ✘ dean winchester,
- ✘ drift,
- ✘ eddie munson,
- ✘ garviel loken,
- ✘ henry townshend,
- ✘ jennifer,
- ✘ kon-el,
- ✘ mackenzie haynes,
- ✘ nyara,
- ✘ peter b parker (spiderverse),
- ✘ puss in boots,
- ✘ rowan heart-eater,
- ✘ sam wyldhammer,
- ✘ sarah kerrigan,
- ✘ steve harrington,
- ✘ tim drake (comics)
SLEIGH BELLS RING ❄ MINGLE
SLEIGH BELLS RING
Those that escape from the theater all seem to come out through the same doors. When they get there, they can see that the theater isn't actually a building. There's only a free-standing set of theater doors on the playground. At the rear side of them is a brick wall.
Those that exit will find they can't re-enter.
None of the humans have seemed to notice the door or them, even those driving by.
Not everyone escapes at the same time. It comes in fits and starts, them filtering of the theater. Some can walk out mostly unharmed, some limp out, some come out supporting each other.
What they find outside is... uncanny. There in the playground is a massive sleigh, but one that looks not-exactly-traditional, with equipment and boosters that look almost like a mix of technology and something magical.
It's been expanded into many carriages, almost like a roller coaster. Harnessed to it are eight massive reindeer, champing slightly at their bits. It appears the people that attacked and created the theater are at least long gone. That means that as people slowly filter out they can check up on each other, provide first aid, and reassure each other.
❅ Status effects: Any injuries or damage that happens to a character will stick when they leave the Multiplex. That means that someone that gets facehugged by a facehugger will have an alien larva problem that may be causing some serious indigestion soon. Anyone that gets Borg-nanited through the neck will start having the nanites take over them. However the myth healing will slow these processes down until they can get to the Pole, and there are magical means at the Pole to help the characters survive this.
❅ First Aid/Other Supplies: The sleigh will have magically anticipated their needs. While it won't have the antivenom for Kaa because only a magical plant that grows at the Pole can cure the bites, it will have plenty of well-stocked general first aid kits. Applying first aid can help the myth healing heal someone more quickly and is important for injured characters that opted out of the myth healing.
❅ Timing: People can bendytime the timing of when their characters have escaped to play in this and "Let's All Go To The Movies" at the same time. People can also intro here late if they need to wrap some things up in the other post first.
❅ Intro: Players can use this post to intro instead if that's their preference. You can just assume your characters had to run from scary things in the theater and either handwave their circumstances, or assume your character found a way out more quickly than others.
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[Nog hands Boimler the tricorder, pointingvtowards the anomalous readings.]
Thankfully your body's not rejecting the implants that have already formed.
[He'd gotten an inkling of how bad that could be 2hen he'd first started complaining about his leg. There'd been worry the biosynthetic replacement was being rejected, though it turned out to be psychosomatic pain in the end.]
For better or worse they're probably there for good.
Everywhere else, though? If this is accurate, it looks like your immune system is putting up a way better fight than I would've expected.
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[But...they're promising. If his immune system is fighting them at all rather than genetically being rewritten to accept them, there's a chance it'll adapt and start killing them off faster, as the immune response builds.]
Our physiology changed. Mariner and I noticed that when we were getting readings when we first got here.
There must have been immunological changes. If the immune response builds up and gets stronger, starts forming more antibodies, it might - it might -
[Maybe it won't be a situation where Mariner has to help him try to reclaim his humanity. Maybe the nanoprobes will be stopped before making some of the worst of the implants.]
It's making implants but if the process stops before neural restructuring and building a neural transceiver...
[He suddenly looks very frustrated.]
If we had any medical equipment from home, we could try to bump up my immune response. Even just a T-cell Stimulator from a standard medkit would probably help.
[They are so woefully under-prepared for this place. Three commbadges, three phasers, and two tricorders between them. That's it. In a universe with technology that's so far before pre-warp it may as well be horse and buggy.]
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[Where Boimler sees limited supplies, Nog sees opportunity. He'd spent months wishing for a phaser and a tricorder, thinking about what he could do with just those on hand, and now he had them.
He takes back the tricorder and the begins dismantling it and his phaser.]
If I patch the tricorder into the rifle's phaser emitter, I should be able to reprogram it to emit a micropulse of energy at just the right frequency to stimulate your thymus.
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Just please don't fry my brain, but yeah... [he nods slowly] that could work.
[It's pretty obvious he's impressed.]
[The impressed expression morphs into something else as he watches Nog work. Gratitude. And guilt.]
Sir... uh, you know, there are some officers that would just write me off as a casualty. And you're doing whatever you can - and -
[And he's grateful.]
I know I - I already apologized but that was in the moment and I was embarrassed and I don't feel like that means it was with the sincerity you deserved? [He cringes slightly.] So I'm sorry. Again. For what I assumed when we first met. And what I said.
[He shakes his head.]
We're always taught about how evolved humanity is now, beyond prejudice and - [he breathes out, trying to articulate it] it's easy to forget that we resolved that human-to-human, and that doesn't mean it's impossible to maybe fall... a little short with other species.
I know you've probably dealt with some bias in Starfleet and I hate the thought that I probably added to that, when I was the first officer you'd seen in...I don't know how long. You deserved better, especially after everything you did for the Federation.
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[Then the apology comes. Nog keeps working in silence for a bit. It takes some time to figure out how he wants to articulate why he's mad about it. It's not just about him and his reputation, after all.]
It's...not fine. I know our reputation. I know there are Ferengi who will happily live up to it and worse.
[Brunt and Gaila, for starters. Quark certainly tried, and sometimes succeeded at it for a bit, but he had too much of a moral backbone to live up to it entirely.]
But there are just as many Ferengi who don't. And yet, because of that reputation? Every time they even think of trying to something different there's immediate suspicion. It has to be some kind of scheme or joke, right?
I got lucky. I saw a way out and Captain Sisko went to bat for me. Even he thought I was up to something at first
[Nog realizes that the reason Sisko had been so harsh on him had been a test of his sincerity. But it still meant that Sisko hadn't really believed him until that moment.]
And my father's been trying to fix things since he became Nagus. He wants to give other Ferengi the opportunities we had to fight for. I know it won't change things overnight. Or even six years from now. That doesn't make the fact that some people will only ever see us as thieves and con artists any easier to bear, though.
But? Apology accepted. You're willing to admit when you're wrong. That's more than some people manage.
Just do me a favor and learn from this. You're supposed to be bettering yourself and the rest of humanity. That should be more than just pretty words.
[Or an excuse for trying to con him out of his latinum, Jake.]
[One last line of code is entered into the hodgepodge of tricorder and phaser. Nog looks over his work and nods.]
I think that should do it. Are you ready?
no subject
[He knows his father is the Nagus, knows that his policies are incredibly progressive by Ferengi standards, pushing ever closer in the direction of the same values as the Federation. He hasn't really paid as much attention as he should but anything to do with recent policy and planetary leaders is considered vital for someone wearing command red, especially for species in, or that have regular contact with, the Federation. That's why he even knows the familial connection already - it's certainly important to know if a world leader's child is the first of their species in the Federation.]
[He hasn't put thought to the man though. About him being an engineer rather than a businessman, before being Nagus. Or the intricacies of a family that could hold a progressive Grand Nagus, the first Ferengi Starfleet officer (and a war hero), and a more traditional canny Ferengi businessman with tendencies to apparently steal technology that doesn't belong to him.]
[The part that sticks out the most to him, though is "Even he thought I was up to something at first." That knocks him for a loop for a second, that even a leader as great as Captain Sisko would assume the wrong thing about someone who is clearly dedicated, steadily withstood the Borg with only two ensigns at his side, and who is trying to wrack his brain to do whatever he can to care for an inferior some COs would've written off as a loss.]
[He could be mentally composing the letter to Starfleet and his parents. Instead, he's dicking around with what little technology he has to work with and building hope out of spare parts.]
[When he was always capable of this, even before he got into the Academy, how must it feel that one of the first people in Starfleet - if not the first - to really believe Nog could do it and that he was doing it for the right reasons, thought it was a scam at first? A scheme? How long had they known each other, if Sisko had been at the station for years before then?]
[(And all this without even knowing that Nog was the best friend of Sisko's son.)]
[It could have been easy to just see Nog as...special. But he's not, not anymore than Tendi is. (Well, Tendi is special but she's not a special Orion for not being a pirate.) He's starting to get that now.]
I will, sir. [And he means it.] Provided this actually works. I really don't want to think about the kind of "bettering myself" I'd try to get up to if it doesn't.
[The way the Borg do it? Bad.]
[He closes his eyes tight. It's not actually that he fears that it will hurt him and he trusts it probably work - it's more anticipating the way his ass is going to clench from here on forward, all the way up until they see or don't see any results.]
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[The phaser emitter gives off a barely noticeable, half-hearted bweoo.]
[Nog checks the readings.]
Looks like a...huh. Steady 15 to 20% increase in production.
[Certainly better than Nog thought he'd get with his slapdash solution.]
It's going to be a bit before we see how much it helped, though.
no subject
[Oh, he owes him big time.]
[Then he looks for Mariner, knowing she'd want to know. There's some urgency in his voice when he calls out to her.]
Hey, Mariner!
no subject
But...]
Yeah? [She comes trotting over. It had sounded like an excited 'hey' and not a 'help me' kind of 'hey', so, that's good at least? Maybe Nog had managed to whip up something.] What's happening?
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[And might not turn into a drone is better news that anyone's ever gotten in this situation.]
His immune system was fighting it already, but I managed to rig up a way to boost it.
no subject
And the lieutenant was able to improvise a T-cell stimulator to push it even farther.
[A hapless shrug.]
I've at least got a chance.