revivalproject | Strange Noises & Too Many Legs

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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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The Countess was dragged away from her chewtoy with a dissatisfied grumble as Iron Man lingered, watching Jon instead with an inquisitive tilt of his head until Cayde was luring him over. That didn't sound good. He joined the Exo at the doorway, squinting through the sunlight up at the tower, which was...not doing anything. "It's off," he reported, not sure enough how to process that information to commit to more than a dry account. Like the display screen before it, the light in the tower was just...off now. Which was certainly something. "Does that mean off-off?" he asked, and turned back to the squirming animal, like she might be able to tell him or had any good reason to calm down and stop being irritated.

"...off?" Jon asks, disbelief in his voice as he makes his still comparably slow walk over to the door and peer outside as well, blinking twice. No. That can't be right, can it?

His own attention shifts back to the wrapped mothcat when a dull, rumbling noise resonates through the small building, just a large piece of machinery powering down. The low, steady background noise that has been present this entire time without really being notable dies away with it, filling the cabin with that sort of silence that suddenly seems much too loud.

"Wha-" Jon starts, daring little more than whispering that half-word while looking back to the screen, which again appears dead. Entirely dead. Not filled with the darkness of being on stand-by but properly deactivated.

"...that's.... Probably not a good thing."

Head lifting at the sound, Cayde exchanges a look with the others then. "Power's out. So's that weird ringing at the back of my head." Which is a relief to know it hadn't just been him. "I mean...we would've tried shutting it all down some way or another, right?" he suggests as he follow's Jon's attention towards the screen and back.

Glancing down at the cat bundle in his arms, easing a hand to try petting Countess's head. "How's that? Better?" His holding the cat is about the only thing keeping him from bounding off to try jumping up to the top of the tower or shooting at it to test things.

Turning the whole array off was kind of what Tony had been hoping to do since they found it, so he snorted his disbelief at Jon's pessimism and pointed out, "We've been messing around in here and this whole time, you could have got it in one." It was hard to know whether just pressing that button would have been effective from the start, but Jon certainly had made his impression.

Luckily, Iron Man was not held back by a cat on board and was quickly taking to the air again, circling the strange, dead boundary of the tower zone only with brief hesitation before daring to breach it. Nothing knocked him immediately out of the air like it had Cayde, and flying ever closer to the source of their headache wasn't prompting the suit to warn him of strange overloads or fluctuations. It was just a big hunk of metal, sitting in a barren circle.

From the air, he could still watch the camera to keep an eye on any changes to the control room while he hovered in front of where the light used to be, then gave it an experimental nudge. His tinny voice came from both Cayde and Jon's communicators without warning as he announced, "There's nothing up here. It's just a tower."

Jon watches Tony fly over to the tower long enough to make sure he doesn't see the man getting hit back down to the ground before moving over to Cayde and the Countess, who looks around in irritation, ears swiveling back and forth between little shakes of her head followed by slight squirming attempts.

She doesn't try to go for Jon's hand, however, when he reaches out to carefully pet her head. "Oh, Countess... I'm so sorry." From there Jon looks up at the Exo and nods. "I think she's fine now."

With Tony's message cutting through as well, Jon wordlessly offers to take the feline from Cayde, should the Hunter wish to take a look himself.

"Well that's convenient," Cayde mutters at Tony's findings. He looks down at the cat, and at Jon's gesture he slowly turns Countess and all the sheets over, still somewhat hesitant in case it looks like the cat might still be hostile.

He lingers just long enough to make sure the Archivist won't find himself a chewtoy before he goes to dash off outside. He stops about midway, looking down at something on the floor before he nods to himself and continues on to join Tony at the tower. With Tony checking things up above, he goes back to the base where the underground equipment had been.

"There's no power flux, and I wasn't hearing and seeing things on the way in- were you Stark? I think this thing's completely dead," he reports over his own comm once Sundance patches him in. "The lights are all out down below too. Seems too good to be true."

"Nothing," Iron Man reported back to Cayde, remaining where he was to cautiously watch that darkened display panel through the camera for a long, held breath, expecting some kind of retaliation for the interference again--an explosion, a sudden surge. So far, the tower had been too resistant to not be feeling the same way as Cayde, not trusting this to be the end.

"We should check in town. Make sure everyone is okay, see if Catra turned up. I can keep an eye on this, if anything changes. The camera is still there." He gave another nudge to where some kind of light source should have been, only succeeding at kicking himself back a few lazy feet away from the structure. He hesitated there again briefly before cutting his line to Jon, so it was only to Cayde that he said, "Will you make sure he gets back? I'm going to...I'll do a flyover." In the sky, he twisted toward the unassuming building, barely visible in the foliage, and the tiny figure of Jon with his animal before it, to give a twirl of his finger in the air and a small wave before he was off again.

Once the feline is deposited into his arms, Jon's attention is primarily on the Countess and slowly unwrapping her enough to free one of her paws which she quickly makes use of to find purchase in the front of his clothes and pull herself up to tuck her head under Jon's skin, releasing something like a huffing noise.

Great. She's not out to eat him anymore.

Patting her, Jon carefully steps away from the small building and frowns back up and over to the tower, having little to contribute to the observations made. If the tower is offline, that's a good thing, right? Jon hopes it.

He spots the little wave half a moment before Tony flies away again - Or he assumes that as a wave. For all he could see it was some fuzzy movement performed by the armored figure up in the sky. Jon simply raises a brow and lets out a small sigh before returning his attention to the animal currently getting rather comfortable in his hold. "...right. Guess he's living in that armor now, Countess. Shall I take you home?"

Things don't just turn 'off.' Cayde would have felt loads better if they just blew the whole thing up so it couldn't potentially turn on again. He's ready to head back to the shed to have Sundance try a hack and see if the systems can still be powered on just in case, a task Ghosts have been known to do with equipment in far worse, older shape.

Seeing Tony and getting that request from the man has the Exo glance up at the shiny figure, snapping off a salute. Shed tests later, then. He watches as Iron Man zips off, whistling at the speed before returning to the shed.

"Guess the show's over," he says to Jon, not particularly looking satisfied at that, but if the problem's been diverted, then hopefully that means the nightly spider-rush will be too. "Let's head back."

Cayde’s words draw Jon’s attention to the Exo though his hold on the moth at doesn’t slip.

He nods. “Right. I think she wants to take a nap. And if I’m honest? I’d like to take one as well.” Jon gives a little, almost apologetic shrug with his words. “You don’t have to wait on me, of course.” Naturally. He will only slow the Hunter down.

"Naps are good. I think everyone will appreciate a good night's sleep too, if this has solved our crazy animal issues," Cayde says, nodding.

He then waves a hand at the Archivist. "I've got nowhere to be," he reassures. And sometimes it doesn't hurt to take things slow. It'll give him an excuse to take the time to think on some things. He'll get back to the tower eventually anyway, but for now going back to the rest of the city seems like as good a plan as any.

“Well, I’m not sure I fully believe that, but- Thanks.” Jon nods in acceptance and offers a thankful smile while slightly adjusting his hold on the feline and then starting his slow walk back towards the city proper.

It may take them a while, but at the very least he will feel safer with Cayde around in case not all angry spiders have become as calm as Countess has.

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