TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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Day 5

[chikaidestroyer]

[Just as some detention centers were being associated with the imprisonment of large-winged civilians and soldiers, other detention centers were being noted as holding areas controlled by the cultists. The intel had been trickling in all day, and it's as Albert is making his way to one of the detention centers with a group that they are attacked by the controlled droids.

The lucky ones go down fighting the droids, injured too severely or killed outright and thus in no shape to be carried off to a detention center. Albert is dragged along and thrown in with civilians and children, scraped and bruised by not all that badly hurt.

There is hushed, choked-on sobs around him, and the fear in the room is suffocating. He stays in a corner of the room, tending to his wounds quietly as the day slowly begins turning to night.]

Day 5

[corrinesbell]

[It's evening when a new round of prisoners are thrown into the detention room. Most get a shove, but a few are literally tossed, landing on the floor with ungraceful thumps. The cultists just don't realize what a terrible decision they've made.

Among the new, fearful voices, Albert might recognize a frustrated groan.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert lifts his head slowly when he hears new prisoners being added to their number, pushing himself to his feet against the wall to watch as the lone children in the new group are integrated with those who had arrived alone before them.

The frustrated groan has him calling out quietly.]

...Sheena?

[corrinesbell]

[Another, shorter groan that might be someone clearing her throat really.]

Albert? [Even if not, it's time to stop being on the floor here. Sheena gets to her feet slowly, unsteady for a few seconds.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He's slow to move over to Sheena's side, the ache of healing wounds and sitting on the floor for so long.]

You look terrible. [Bluntly honest, of course.]

[corrinesbell]

Thanks. You look great too.

[A disgusted look crosses her face and she slowly pulls off both of her long gloves. They are...less than clean, but they'll do for what she needs, and she holds them toward him.] Gimme a hand?

[Turning to expose her left side reveals where that look came from: a cut along her upper arm, which isn't deep but is making one heck of a mess anyway.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[With a slight nod, he takes hold of Sheena's hands and pulls her up. He eyes the doors as they are securely locked, frowning as he backs away towards where he had been sitting before.]

Let me guess. Droids?

[corrinesbell]

My favorite people. [She leans on his help for a moment or two before joining him at his brooding spot.] What're we doing in here? How'd you get in here?

[chikaidestroyer]

[He frowns at the question. He wonders if word of the detention centers has gotten out to the others on the field.]

This is one of the detention centers that the cultists have taken over. They have been capturing whoever they can and holding them here in preparation for their sacrifice rituals.

[corrinesbell]

[As if she really listens in the middle of a fight.]

Sacri- [This time, she manages to shut up before shouting something inflammatory. The people around are scared enough already. Her next words come out in a hiss.] Albert, there're kids in here.

[chikaidestroyer]

I know. [His tone is serious, borderline grim.] The kids are likely why there is not as much of a vocal clamor; no one wants to risk the chance that the children are taken first.

[corrinesbell]

[This is bad.

That's all she can think, for a while. This is bad this is bad this is bad. Sacrifices. All these little kids and - from the looks of it - people who aren't really fighters, not to mention Albert and herself, and-

There has to be a way out.]

You've been here for a while, right? What do yo know?

[chikaidestroyer]

[His eyes go back to the door that Sheena had been thrown in from.]

There are keeping the more obvious fighters under heavier guard. I'm not sure where within the facility, but they are likely not kept together as we are.

But you may have noticed this is a fairly large building. If they can keep them spread apart, all the better for keeping them under control.

[corrinesbell]

Guess they didn't think I was much of a fighter.

[For once, she's not going to argue. Brushing her hands together, Sheena edges toward the door again, intending to examine the hinges and the lock if she can.]

[chikaidestroyer]

All the better for us. [He wryly changes up the last words he had said, watching Sheena without moving to follow her.]

What do you think of the door?

[corrinesbell]

I think I'm not gonna be able to get us outta here by myself. [Especially without some kind of tools or the ability to blast the door.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He nods; he had expected as much. The cultists were still taking precautions.]

I have magic at my disposal, but I would not want to send out lightning in such close quarters. [He knows he doesn't have to linger on that mental image with Sheena.] There are ventilation shafts, since the room is windowless, but they are rather high.

[corrinesbell]

Huh. Think you feel up to helping me check one out? ...Maybe we can at least get the kids outta here.

[That subtle note of resignation won't get past him.]

I could do one of my fighting artes but any of the useful ones'd really explode in tight like this.

[chikaidestroyer]

[No, that subtle note of resignation won't get past him, and he frowns at Sheena as he heads over to where one of the ventilation shafts are located high on the wall.]

Would your seals still explode if someone were to set them and hurry away from where they are set?

[corrinesbell]

You mean, can I time it? I've done it before. Pretty sure they took most of my seals away, though, they really weren't taking any chances. It'd still be dangerous. [Mostly for her, as she'd be the one running clear of the blast.

She joins him in looking up at the vent, then gives him a once-over nod. Even if she stands on his head he might not be tall enough...]

Well, nothing to lose if we try.

[chikaidestroyer]

We just need a distraction. Or a reason for them to open the door. Broken ventilation bringing in smoke could do the trick. The noise would alert them that it is not a simple ploy.

[With one last look at the vent, Albert nods at Sheena and crouches.]

[corrinesbell]

[It's not worth it to ask if he's sure he can hold her. The whole thing isn't ideal at all, but she steps up onto his shoulders anyway, hands against the wall for balance until he figures out if he can stand up this way or not.]

So you want me to fake the smoke? Or really figure out how to break this thing?

[chikaidestroyer]

[He's very slow as he stands up, holding Sheena's ankles with his hands and bracing his elbows against the wall for balance. It was awkward and he would not be able to hold her for long so high off his center of gravity, but these circumstances called for whatever he could manage.]

If there is something you can break in there, do it. Otherwise whatever can be faked as a malfunction will have to work.

[Their actions are drawing the attention of the others in the room. It doesn't take long before Albert has to field a few wary and alarmed questions shot his way. What were they doing? How could they put them in danger like this?]

[corrinesbell]

Well if it's got slits instead of cross-bars I can probably-

[The questions. Sheena grits her teeth against a sharp answer. If there were better choices they would've taken them, couldn't they see that? One hand clings to the vent grate - which is cross-bars, damn it - and the other makes a tiny light. She squints into the spaces between the metal slats, looking for mechanical stuff.]

Looks pretty empty to me. Dusty, too. Does that mean it gets used or it doesn't?

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert does not answer right away, focusing instead on getting some of the more alarmed civilians away from him; he is eventually assisted by some of the wary, but still obviously hopeful, people. He sighs, concentrating on keeping his shoulders tense as he speaks up to Sheena.]

It doesn't. Not yet. How big is the vent? [Could she fit into it? Could a child? Could she open the grate and shove something inside?]