revivalproject | Strange Noises & Too Many Legs

WHO: Jon, Tony, Cal, Cayde & probably YOU? (some closed and an open prompt in here)
WHERE: Not!Library, Safehouse, Control Shed
WHAT: Giant spiders are invading the city and one Archivist doesn't have a good time.
WHEN: Spider Invasion Event thingie
WARNINGS: violence, injuries, idiocy, possibly huge spiders? No mothcats are being hurt.

Day 1 - Not!Library [ closed to Cal, later Tony ]

"Countess! S-stop it-- C-Countess!! I- OW!" Jon tries to duck from a set of clawed paws coming down on his head again, carried by a pair of fluttering wings before the winged feline with its long, feathered tail pushes away again with an agitated hiss and lands on the side of a nearby shelf, wings and feathers spread open wide while she hisses in a display of intimidation and fury. Jon looks up at the animal from where he has tried to crouch down in confusion, unsure what to make of the situation.

And he thought it would just be another, well... Day. But apparently the creature that has taken to live in the library as well has decided it doesn't agree with his presence or something. Haven't they been getting along just fine?

He carefully raises a hand towards the mothcat, attempting to calm her down again. "Look. I- I know you like to nap between these shelves, but I- W-well. Sometimes I have to walk between them? We both live he--AHHH!!" No, he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before the Countess pounces onto his hand and arm and sink claws as well as teeth into it viciously and tearing that scream of shock and pain from the Archivist.

Day 2 onward - Safehouse [ OPEN ]

When Jon wakes up, everything hurts. His head, his toes and everything between those parts. Heck, even his teeth hurt. It takes him a moment longer to realize another thing: He is alive. And that's the thought that really pushes itself into the foreground when he finally opens his eyes to figure out where exactly he is waking up.

The following days Jon remains at the safehouse. To recover and also gather information about what is going on, whether it be over the network by replying to people, or from those stepping by the safehouse themselves. Even though it quickly becomes obvious that its service is only really needed during the night. At the same time it's winter in Temba and the nights are clearly longer than the days and even the strongest among their group will need a night without having to deal with massive spiders every once in a while.

And so Jon will offer company for now. And maybe information. And maybe, maybe he can figure out what's the reason for all these spiders to suddenly attack the city...

Towards end of event - Control Shed [ closed to Tony & Cayde ]

It has been a quick audio message: 'I believe this is our fault. Has either of you noticed the countdown stopping? Meet me at the control room.'

Sending the message has been quicker than walking all the way back to the tower while still not fully recovered. Jon does his best to hide the limp, though, and he hopes they can get this fixed before it gets dark again and they end up getting attacked while stuck in that little shed that hardly offers any protection at all.

Jon makes a point to carefully avoid the nearby tower's area of effect when heading back to the hidden little building, pretty much expecting the other two to already be there by the time he arrives.

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Pouring the mystery contents of one of the food tins provided by the Agrii in a pot and setting that pot onto the hotplate that thankfully came with the supplies they were given for the storm a few months ago, Jon nods slowly at Tommy's words, then picks up a spoon to give the not necessarily identifiable mix a stir.

"...explosive powers." He muses, then glances over at Tommy. "You can do that now - Blow them up." He's not outright asking.

"Yeah. When I came back it was with all my powers. The other part of me, that I always had, was molecular acceleration. My control isn't really fine levels, so I can't warm things up very well, or start fires. I just tend to blow right past that and into explosions."

He goes fast. He makes things to go fast to the point of BOOM! It's just who he is.

"Speed, it's my name back home. It's what I do, both to myself and to other things."

"I see..." Jon says pensively, nodding once. His attention has shifted to the food he is stirring when Tommy mentions warming things up. He is literally making living beings explode. Not an experience Jon imagines to be a pleasant one.

"It sounds dangerous." He finally decides, turning back to Tommy. "And as exhausting as it apparently is. It's good that you know when to take a break." Unlike some others.

"It is," Tommy answers. "To both of those. I came here because I knew if I pressed any further, I migh well fall over and get killed."

Which Billy would not approve of. Nor Lorna. So, you know, had to stay alive.

"Here," he says, reaching out for the empty tin. He peels some of the label he can't read off of it, crumples it up in his hand, and holds it in the palm thereof.

And in a moment, after his hand starts to blur a little, the paper ball explodes into scraps.

The Archivist watches, somewhat guessing what to expect but still blinking in surprise. "...Jesus Christ. I- I imagine this to result in some rather messy outcomes out there." Nasty bits of burst spiders everywhere, most likely. Maybe it's for the best he hasn't really left the safehouse.

The contents of said tin have been bubbling away in the meantime and Jon pours the now heated meal into a bowl which he then passes over to Tommy. His expression is slightly worried. "...they are almost everywhere during the night, are they."

"There's a reason I look like hell," Tommy answers, shrugging. That's just who he was. He could accept the mess.

The food earns a pleased sigh and Tommy starts into it quickly.

"Yeah. It just... it doesn't stop, man. I'm so tired."

"I know. And I believe we all are." Jon sighs and finds himself a chair to sit on, hands in his lap. "I am trying to figure out where they are coming from. Why they were suddenly appearing. What we can do..." There's very little else to do for him at the moment anyway.

"What I don't want is for anyone else to end up like I did."

Well, Tommy doesn't know, and he's too tired to search.

"Yeah, you were in a bad place, man. Shit, how did you even get blindsided like that?"

He really was concerned. Tommy did consider Jon a friend.

"Oh, that- Actually was easy enough, I suppose. I went in there before it got dark and had no idea they would come out at night? Still won't recommend the experience. I... I owe everyone a thank you for not letting me be eaten." The few bites he remembers are hard enough to forget as it is.

"Yeah, but this place, everyone takes care of everyone."

So Tommy's not shocked that people raced to help him. He's just more concerned that the things haven't stopped coming.

"Doesn't mean I can't be grateful. So... Thank you, Tommy." And he will repeat those words to everyone else showing up in this safehouse while he's there. To him it's not exactly he takes for granted anymore - Others caring and being willing to risk their own lives to safe him.

Tommy's not really used to getting thanks, so he nods and doesn't look at the other man as he works at eating the prepared meal.

"Right now you've thanked me enough with the food."

Tommy may have to get used to being thanked. Jon simply offers a short, dry chuckle and reaches for a currently empty cup. It's about time he gets himself some new tea.

"Right now?" He says with a tone in his voice that may be bordering to playful teasing. "Does that mean later I get to thank you in a different way? I can probably find you a tinned dessert." Just excuse this man while he attempts to lift the mood at least a little bit despite their dour situation.

He's not used to it outside of actual heroics. Strangely he didn't see this as such.

"What?" Tommy asks, frowning. No, man, he's tired. So tired. "I think you might help me find a blanket."

Heroics or not, Jon at least is certain he wouldn't be alive anymore if it weren't for the help of Tommy and everyone else. So to him this still counts as heroics.

So he offers a warm smile along with the blanket picked up from a nearby pile of neatly folded ones. "Sure. Here you go. There are some cots set up in the small room in the back. You can rest there undisturbed. There are pillows as well."

"Cots," Tommy groans. "Keep saying words like that and I'll think you're trying to seduce me."

Don't promise him wonderful things that are across the room. He has to get there first.

"If I can seduce you into getting some rest, it'll be worth it." Jon muses gently and simply gestures towards the room he has been speaking of. "They're actually quite comfortable."

"I'd let you try," Tommy admits as he finishes his food and rises.

The gesture is worth it, but he definitely looks ready to fall over. Very ready to fall over.

It's a short, quick laugh that Jon replies with while he moves over to offer Tommy a hand - Or alternatively a shoulder to lean on.

"Come on. Let's get you over there and tucked in. I'll take those." He says, reaching to take the blankets so Tommy doesn't have to focus on carrying those as well.

The shoulder is taken. Tommy often doesn't let hismelf show that weakness. But he's doing it. He has to do it, so he's allowing it right now.

"Okay," Tommy grumbles, leaning against the guy. "Just... don't wake me unless it's an emergency.

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