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 PostPosted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 1:12 am Reply with quote        
ey look it's the actual roleplay

Atlantis Lives





“Everyone assume crash positions! Prepare for a rough landing!”

Clarence gulped and started muttering under his breath, something about how no shit it was going to be a rough landing, you didn’t get this job because of your brains eh blondie? Yet, as the plane’s pitch steepened even further, he tightened his seatbelt. He braced himself against the seat in front of him, wishing he’d shelled out the extra cash for those little bottles of gin.

“I’m too old for this shit,” he mumbled. The teenager next to him laughed.
“Heh, I saw that movie.” The girl’s voice was high with panic. “With Mel Gibson? You look nothing like Danny Glover thou-oh god!” There was another loud rumble, and the plane shook violently.

“Brace for impact!” the captain shouted over the intercom, and then Clarence blacked out.



Harlan stretched her arms, eliciting a loud series of cracks. Another series of cracks emenated from her spine as she arched, and yet another handful from her toes. She checked the time; two hours had elapsed since she’d started her game of competitive holographic backgammon. Harlan glanced around her; the community park had certainly filled in since she’d started playing, but the city did tend to wake up with the sun so it was to be expected. School had started, so the only people wandering the park were of age: a blessing in Harlan’s eyes. Younger ones were always more talkative and inquisitive about her scores on the leaderboard, or asking for tips.

A message flashed in the corner of Harlan’s holopad. She opened it with a tap and read:

<Airplane>

Harlan breathed out her nose in a hard exhale, and dismissed the message. She leaned back and stared up at the sky, mottled with clouds. If she listened closely, she could hear the murmuring of the river than ran through the city. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that there was a world outside, and other times it seemed to literally fall on top of their heads. Today was going to be one of those days.

Harlan crossed her feet under her on the bench and opened another game, to pass the time.


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 PostPosted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:15 pm Reply with quote        
Nyx had just finished her usual morning exercises. She grabbed a quick bite to eat and showered. Getting dressed she heard her two youngest sisters arguing over whose clothes were whose. "Hey you two should have already headed out to school your late." She yelled down the hall. It wasn't long before her two 15 year old twin sisters were running down the hallway and out the door.

Nyx rolled her eyes as she put on her goggles and started to look at the news and weather. It wasn't long before she noticed the alert in on the top left hand goggle screen.

<Airplane>

"Well shit so much for routine day." Nyx muttered to herself as she responded to the message and headed to meet up with the rest of those that she would be working with on this one.


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 PostPosted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 11:31 pm Reply with quote        
Daniela's heart was beating against the inside of her chest like a foot on a bass drum pedal. She reached over and tightly grasped her husband's hand. Looking over, she saw him give her a weak smile before they both assumed a crash position.

There were screams from behind her and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Remember your training, don't panic, she reminded herself. A nurse never panics, she remains calm. Just keep breathing, just keep--

A great big rumble shook the plane, jarring her against the window. Her ears rang with the impact. Her eyes popped open and she looked over at her husband once more. He was slumped back in his seat, knocked unconscious. "Luca? Luca! Honey, please, wake--"

Another stomach-dropping lurch and she knew nothing else.

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Wayke pulled another batch of muffins from the oven and deposited them into the front display of the bakery. He paused a moment and sighed. The screen before him on the window showed the weather and the time: 8:41 AM, 54°F. It was gonna be a slow day, he could feel it. Another early morning shift while his father took care of Mira in their home upstairs.

He swept his hand across the window, dismissing the clock and temp for the moment, peering out into the city. The streets outside were barely awake, some sleepy-eyed children walking in straggling groups towards the school. Other children, closer to his age, teenagers really, heading off to their separate trade training. Another tired sigh emerged, this one tinged with longing as he looked in the direction of the hospital.

His forehead puckered in concern as he noticed something a bit unusual, particularly this time in the morning. There was a large amount of guards out it seemed, all walking briskly and purposefully towards the same location. I wonder if there's trouble this morning, he wondered. Maybe it won't be such a slow day after all.

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:21 am Reply with quote        
Zytavion, who'd had his noise-cancelling headphones on and was dozing off, hadn't heard the pilot's announcements. He had, however, felt the plane moving in some decidedly not-normal movements. Practically ripping off his headphones and stuffing them into his pocket, he looked around wildly, trying to figure out what was going on. Realizing they were about to crash, he folded himself into the crash position and tried not to let out the rather un-masculine shriek that was building inside his chest. This couldn't be happening. There was no way this was happening. Maybe it was all a dream. A nightmare. But then, wouldn't he have woken up by then if it was just a dream? The last thought that crossed his mind was Please, please let me wake up.

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Tamsin had just stepped out to grab something to eat and had been heading back to her room at 'mission control' where the Atlantean guard was based. She'd just picked up some gear that had been damaged during the last outing. A couple of boots that were acting a little wonky, some scanners that maybe just needed recharging, the usual stuff. Hey, technology wasn't exactly infallible, and she was one of the people who had to fix it.

A small screen on the corner of her desk made a rather irritating noise and flashed, trying to get her attention. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she grumbled to the inanimate object. Tapping on the alert, she read simply

<Airplane>

"Oh, damn. Been a while since one 'a them." Grabbing the boots she'd finished fixing and a few other pieces of kit she'd finished earlier, Tams made her way quickly down the hall to the meeting room where those in charge were gathering to dictate what was to be done about the airplane crashing nearby.

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:58 am Reply with quote        
This ride had been a bad idea. Caleb had though so upon first entering the plane. Not that anything particularly threatening seemed to be afoot at the time, but still his intuition had given him an uncomfortable little twinge. Those twinges hadn't subsided the whole flight, and only now did he really know why he had been feeling them. As the plane had first started to experience turbulence, Caleb had spent all his efforts trying to calm other passengers, only sitting down to assume the crash position at the last possible second. As the plane went down he thought briefly of his family: how would mom and dad and the kids react when they heard about the crash? Of course, they didn't know he was on this particular flight, but still they would undoubtedly wonder. What about Shelly and...Meghan? At that last thought, he flipped open the locket at his wrist and stared down at the smiling picture of the toe-headed little girl there. "Sorry Megs, guess I'll be home later than I said...." Finally, he bowed his head and prayed, because what the hell else was there to do?
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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:49 am Reply with quote        
Clarence came to with a groan. His head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it, his bad hip was throbbing, and his ears were ringing. Clarence remembered what had happened in flashes and bursts, and he looked around.

Glancing out the window, Clarence saw a slanted horizon of trees. The view, combined with the direction of gravity, made him realize that the plane was far from level. His awful seat, in the thirtieth row, had saved his life, as a number of the further forward rows had crumpled together from the force of the dive.

There was a loud creaking noise and the plane shifted, and Clarence knew it was time to move. Whatever was holding the plane up on a tilt was not holding it for much longer. Time to attempt egress. Clarence hit his seatbelt and fell forward. Ignoring his groaning limbs, Clarence clambered out into the lane that was easily at a forty degree grade and started slipping forward, assuming there was an exit down near the nose.



By the time Harlan finished her game and meandered over to the central command, the briefing was fully underway, so Harlan found a small niche in the back, behind the crowd, to listen in.

"...debris has taken out one of our sensor arrays, so we aren't exactly sure where the plane has landed, nor how man survivors are, but we're relatively sure it's in the central forest area. Your job is to get them before the tribes do. This is a find and grab, people, so don't laze about. Split into teams, grab your gear, and search your sectors." Being in the back let Harlan slip out the door to the armory before everyone else managed to stand up and file out. She ignored the guns, armor, and hover-gear and made a beeline for the sensory gear; tracker-lenses and the paired glove, as well as the earpiece that would let her communicate with whoever needed to get ahold of her.


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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 2:07 am Reply with quote        
Caleb opened his eyes and blinked a few times. His vision was a little blurry and the dim interior of the plane swam a little in his view. Taking stock of himself, Caleb felt up and down his body for injuries, careful not to move too much until he had established he hadn't broken his neck or anything. It felt like his face had been hit with a sledgehammer (probably something had tumbled out of one of the overhead compartments and hit him where he sat at the back of the plane) blood trickled into his left eye, and he tasted more of it from his, undoubtedly, split lip, but otherwise he seemed mostly intact.

He unlatched his seat belt and slid to the floor as carefully as possible. He felt
instinctively for the gun still tucked safely in the holster under his coat as he looked around. The damage was incredible, but he didn't stop to study it very long before bustling (as much as one could "bustle" while crawling at an awkward angle) up the rows checking for other survivors.

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:31 pm Reply with quote        
Nyx simply nodded as she made her way through people to get to the armory. It wasn't hard for her to get through most people tended to get out of her way rather fast. That and she tended to sit near the back of the room most of the time so that helped her a bit as well. She was already wearing a pair of hover boots and had her weapon holstered. She figured she wouldn't need anymore than the one. Her goggles were already switched to her scan mode.

"Guess I better get a tracker and a com." She said to herself as she walked into the armory noticing she wasn't exactly the first person there. Though she wasn't sure who the woman was that was already there ahead of her.

There were a lot of guards so she didn't exactly know everyone by name. "Hi" She said figuring it was best to say something at least as she grabbed the gear she needed.


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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:16 pm Reply with quote        
Daniela's head rolled around groggily, but she noted immediately the stiffness in her neck and the smell of smoke. The plane. It's on fire... That got her eyes open.

Plane on fire meant crash. Crash meant leaking engine fuel. Leaking engine fuel and fire meant explosion. They needed to get off this plane and fast.

With shaking hands, she went to undo her seatbelt but found it was torn. Knocking it away, she found what had torn it. The broken handle of a suitcase sticking right out of...

"Luca!" He wasn't dead, of course he wasn't dead. They were getting married, her fiancee, he couldn't be dead. Her hands fluttered over his wounds, oh god, there was so much blood. He was so still. Her eyes filled with tears. "No...god, Luca..."

Sobbing and coughing on the smoke filling the air around her, she did the quickest assessment possible as she moved, climbing over the man who would never be her husband, her feet scrambling for footing on the inclined floor. There's nothing you can do for Luca. Grab your bag. Grab that one, too. She paused and turned to look at Luca one last time. His eyes were closed; he almost looked asleep. Her heart in pieces, she reached into his pocket and took out his wallet; it was all she'd have left of him.

Quickly stowing the wallet in her bag, she thought to herself, Start crawling, Daniela. Take the bags. Look for survivors. Is that person alive? No. That person is, someone's crawling up ahead.

She called out to him, "Hey! Find any survivors you can, we need to get off the plane as quickly as possible. This cabin could explode any minute."

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:10 pm Reply with quote        
Caleb looked up and down the aisles; the story they told wasn't a particularly happy one. So far, there were no survivors to speak of, but he couldn't focus on that right now, there would be plenty of time to think about the ones who didn't make it later...there always was. But right now, he had to get out, the plane was filling with smoke and he could smell fuel burning. Caleb made his way as quickly as he could up toward the exit, still checking for survivors along the way, as well as picking up any trinkets that could be useful for survival. He found a first aid kit on the aisle beside a man with an obviously broken neck, a flashlight that still worked next to a woman with wide, staring, dead eyes, and a few other essentials along the way.

He was just starting to wonder if there were any other survivors at all (and really, there had to be, didn't there?) when he saw an old man slowly making his way up the aisle to the exit. He was about to call out to the man when he heard a woman's voice shouting in his direction.

"There's no one left back this way so far besides me. There's a guy crawling up toward where you are though. You guys keep heading for the exit, and checking for survivors, I'll finish up back here." Just then there was a loud groan from the heated metal beneath their feet. "Like you said, I think we better get out of here quick!"

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:54 pm Reply with quote        
Wayke leaned his elbow on the counter and propped his chin in his palm. Man, not a single person had come in this morning. And it seemed like such a nice day outside. It was his kind of weather, not too hot but not cold either. And with all the guards at the central command, and all the children in school, there was hardly a soul in sight on the streets.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs leading from their apartment upstairs drew him upright; his dad scolded him when he leaned against the counters, said it looked "unprofessional."

To his surprise, it wasn't his father but instead, his sister. "Mira...what are you doing up? Are you okay?" At eighteen years old with Airin's syndrome, it wasn't common to see her out of bed. She sometimes worked in the shop with him, but she'd been stuck in bed most of this week.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm actually feeling okay today," she said, tying an apron around her waist. "Dad just left, but he'll be back from the market in about an hour and he said I could work in the shop. If you want, you can take the day off." Her grey eyes, ringed with dark circles, were sympathetic; she knew he hated working in the bakery.

Wayke's heart skipped a beat. On one hand, he loved having days off. It meant he could go for a walk, see some friends...if he still had any at least, maybe even lend a hand at the hospital if he really wanted to. But on the other hand, Mira shouldn't be left alone, especially to work. Buuut it was so slow today, she really could handle it. But then again...

Oh...forget it. I'm taking the opportunity when I can, he thought. "Are you sure?" he asked anyway. She nodded and smiled, sitting down in her stool behind the cupcakes.

"I'll be fine, it's not going to be busy. Go on out." Wayke couldn't hold back the grin that split across his face as he untied his apron and hung it on the hook.

"Thanks, Mira. You're the best big sister ever." He gave her a peck on the cheek and bounced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He changed out of his work clothes into some comfortable pants, a dark T-shirt and his brown leather jacket. Shoving his keycards (library, funds, housekey, etc.) into his pocket, he hurried down the back steps and out the door he went.

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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 11:23 pm Reply with quote        
His ears still ringing and his hearing going anyway, Clarence didn't hear the yells being tossed around him. He saw a young woman standing in the lane and shouldered his way past her with a gruff, "move, girlie," and climbed his way to the over-the-wing door.

"Damn, how do these door handles work," Clarence grumbled, coughing through the smoke. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but his back was not what it had been when he was thirty.

"Oi!" he yelled, "C'mere and help me with this damn door!"


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 PostPosted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 11:41 pm Reply with quote        
Caleb had just finished checking all the occupied seats he could see (the last of which had been occupied by a blood-splattered little girl who didn't look like she had been much older than Meghan; he had closed her staring brown eyes with two fingers and muttered a prayer before moving on, but he didn't dare look back). He moved forward to where the old man was struggling with the door.

"Alright, I got it."

He pulled on the slightly twisted metal with a grunt of effort until the door squealed a bit but still would not open far enough to allow for anyone (certainly not a grown man) to exit.

"For all the good that did...maybe we can find something to pry the door with...."

((Or maybe a youthful young man could help him out. xD; ))

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 PostPosted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 12:24 am Reply with quote        
Daniela nodded and was about to turn to help the old man when he shoved past her. "Wha-hey!" The jostling knocked her off balance and her feet slid out from under her. Bags banging around her, she slid down the steep incline of the aisle until she banged up against the door the old man was struggling with.

"Jeez," she grumbled, getting to her feet and bracing herself against the fallen over attendant's cart. "There's got to be another way out. Maybe a broken window in the cockpit or something," she suggested as the man she'd called out to joined them to try and open the door.

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 PostPosted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 12:53 am Reply with quote        
((Oh, oops, looks like I've been ninja'd and Tavie was interacted with. Well, we could just say the random unconscious dude being interacted with was another guy who didn't make it? XD ))

Zytavion came to in a rather slow and blurry experience. Rubbing at his eyes, he realized that because of the way the plane was tipped, he was partially hanging, suspended from his seatbelt. Thanks to said seatbelt, while it had likely saved his life, there was a rather painful dark bruise across his lap that felt like he'd been sucker-punched in the gut. Careful not to jar the bruise he knew was there without even seeing it, Tavie unbuckled himself and slung his carry-on backpack over his shoulders.

"Hey, anyone else towards the front? I'm waaaay in the back of the plane, and it doesn't look like there's anybody else who's, uh, well...Yeah. You know what I mean." He called to the voices he'd heard further up. Just as he began to make his way down the slope of the plane toward the closest escape door, his footing slipped and he dropped onto his backside, sliding quickly. As he quickly approached the exit door, he could see a few other people making their way through the plane. Tav grabbed onto a seat to stop himself and pulled himself upright, staying crouched as much as he could in the narrow aisle to avoid the smoke.

Approaching the older man who was struggling with the door, Tavie tapped him on the shoulder to let him know he was there and reached for the handle. Heaving all of his weight against it, he managed to pop the lock open and shoved the door out. As soon as the door was open, he grabbed the handle to deploy the inflatable slide. Since he was closest to the door, the moment it was inflated he practically dove out through the door and down the slide. Once he reached the bottom, he scrambled off of the slide and turned back to the plane, ready in case someone needed help off the slide.


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As she was one of the best English-speakers they had on hand at the moment, it was decided that Tamsin would go out with the search teams in case there were survivors who didn't understand or weren't cooperating. This was her first time going out on a search and potential rescue like this, and Tams had to fight back an excited grin. She pulled on a pair of hover boots and passed out the remaining few she'd recently fixed. Seeing everyone grabbing gear, it dawned on her that she had no idea what she needed or what exactly she was going to do. Turning to the nearest two who looked like they knew what they were doing, she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Uh, hi, excuse me, but this is my first time doing this sort of thing, so uh, I don't really know what to do...Oh, but I'm not a scout or anything, I'm just going to translate and talk to them, so ah, is there anything I need other than boots, or do I just sort of follow along with what you all are doing?"

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