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revivalproject2021-02-16 04:37 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2021-02-16 04:37 pm
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WHO: Anyone in the area!
WHERE: From the Forge to the Hangar, so clear across the whole right side of the map if you're nasty
WHAT: A race, an abrupt end, and the inevitable consequences
WHEN: Once the glitter has settled, mid-Feb
WARNINGS: Some people will probably get hurt, but I have no metric for how gory they're going to be about it. I'll let you know if it happens.
NOTES: I'll put some toplevels just to organize the sequence of events, but if they're in a weird order to you or you want a different one to do your thing and need me to reorganize, let me know. If you just want to put another one, feel free.
For any further plotting discussion of anything going on here, hit up the plotting post.
While the air was no longer swirling with it, the effect of the glitter gathered like a blanket on the ground was like that of freshly packed snow after a storm. It left Tony squinting in the glare of it with the sun revealed clearly in a cloudless sky, only to bounce viciously off of every coated surface. Even through his sunglasses and hand raised to shade his eyes as he peered down the corridor from the grassy edge of the forge toward where he knew the hangar was, Tony could only consider the path for so long before squeezing his eyes shut against the competing oases that the light threw up. It was going to feel a bit like skiing, he thought.
Returning to the site where his pit crew had been gathering throughout the development of the vehicle, he reported, "It's worth a try." The path up to the hangar was almost entirely a wide, straight road, the longest clear area they had to test the power of the speeder. As Tony mounted it experimentally to kick the power on, it flung a new rain of glitter in all directions, leaving anyone gathered doused once more and Tony snickering from the hovering vehicle. "I don't think there's going to be any problems."
It was a heavy, growling thing under the sleek body that Tony had found time to detail with pink and red glittering stars, inspired by the strange storm. Unlike the Iron Man's whispering repulsor power, the speeder purred even at rest, gnawing through the experimental fuel and whining faintly at the effort of holding itself up and in place, like it was straining against a bit. It felt more like a motorcycle that Tony would be familiar with, likely, than the speeder that Poe was expecting, or the sparrow that Cayde had tried to explain, and without having to rely on the repulsors, it could manage far more weight for longer periods than this model of Iron Man. A heavy Exo could easily take a passenger, or a haul of dinnerware, to start cutting down on the travel time around here.
Or Tommy could be given yet another thing to gloat about.
WHERE: From the Forge to the Hangar, so clear across the whole right side of the map if you're nasty
WHAT: A race, an abrupt end, and the inevitable consequences
WHEN: Once the glitter has settled, mid-Feb
WARNINGS: Some people will probably get hurt, but I have no metric for how gory they're going to be about it. I'll let you know if it happens.
NOTES: I'll put some toplevels just to organize the sequence of events, but if they're in a weird order to you or you want a different one to do your thing and need me to reorganize, let me know. If you just want to put another one, feel free.
For any further plotting discussion of anything going on here, hit up the plotting post.
While the air was no longer swirling with it, the effect of the glitter gathered like a blanket on the ground was like that of freshly packed snow after a storm. It left Tony squinting in the glare of it with the sun revealed clearly in a cloudless sky, only to bounce viciously off of every coated surface. Even through his sunglasses and hand raised to shade his eyes as he peered down the corridor from the grassy edge of the forge toward where he knew the hangar was, Tony could only consider the path for so long before squeezing his eyes shut against the competing oases that the light threw up. It was going to feel a bit like skiing, he thought.
Returning to the site where his pit crew had been gathering throughout the development of the vehicle, he reported, "It's worth a try." The path up to the hangar was almost entirely a wide, straight road, the longest clear area they had to test the power of the speeder. As Tony mounted it experimentally to kick the power on, it flung a new rain of glitter in all directions, leaving anyone gathered doused once more and Tony snickering from the hovering vehicle. "I don't think there's going to be any problems."
It was a heavy, growling thing under the sleek body that Tony had found time to detail with pink and red glittering stars, inspired by the strange storm. Unlike the Iron Man's whispering repulsor power, the speeder purred even at rest, gnawing through the experimental fuel and whining faintly at the effort of holding itself up and in place, like it was straining against a bit. It felt more like a motorcycle that Tony would be familiar with, likely, than the speeder that Poe was expecting, or the sparrow that Cayde had tried to explain, and without having to rely on the repulsors, it could manage far more weight for longer periods than this model of Iron Man. A heavy Exo could easily take a passenger, or a haul of dinnerware, to start cutting down on the travel time around here.
Or Tommy could be given yet another thing to gloat about.
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All he could do while they slid to a stop was groan in pain.
"That is gonna bruise," he grumbles as they slide to a stop. This was annoying.
With a sigh he moves to stand, untangling himself from Cayde. Then his attention is on everything else. Well shit, that was annoying.
"Soooo did I fuck up the breaks?"
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"Are you all right? What the kriff just happened?!?" he demands, "Who was driving?" And then to probably to Tony- "Someone help me get this off of him-"
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has him snap his head up, and opening his optics, Cayde slowly starts to move, groaning as he gets to his feet. Their landing had probably sounded a lot worse than it could have been. His metal body beneath all the Hunter garb could take some decent hits, and after Sundance assures him nothing's been knocked out of position, he turns his attention towards the crash and the smoke.
"Brakes were gone before you went and grabbed me," he tells Tommy, lurching past him into a brief run, vanishing half-way to reappear over by Tony. He drops a hand on the man's shoulder before wincing as he looks over towards Poe and BB-8.
"Me, that was me," he grimaces as he moves to position himself by the heavy pole that had clobbered the poor droid.
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Rapidly then, he was helping heave the pole up and off of BB-8, asking, "Is he okay? Will he be okay?"
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"I'm more durable than you," Tommy mumbled at Cayde. But hey, at least Tony knew better than to ask. Sure, he was looking, but he didn't ask. Which was nice. Helpful.
"Just tell me how to help, Tony. I'll do what you need."
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With the pole lifted there was a dull metallic thunk as one of the orange rings of BB's main body fell to the ground, Poe's face going pale. BB-8's headplate spun around with a curious and then mournful croon.
"...He's been better."