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thearena2016-05-10 07:54 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-05-10 07:54 pm
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The Last Flower Girl
Who| The rebels and a scientist from the Districts. For now… (later: EVERYONE)
What| The Revival Mechanism is discovered. Things fall into place. (A Whole Lot Of Meta.)
Where| A facility nestled in the mountains between District 2 and the Capitol.
When| Now.
Warnings/Notes| Please put warnings in headers. The Scientist’s spot will unfreeze for commenting when this log reachers 20 comments or when time is up.
Regardless of whether District two became a win or a loss for the rebellion, they’ve managed to claim the most important of prizes while the Capitol and District was distracted. In the mountains just between the many cities of District two and that of the Capitol itself, a secret base has been uncovered and claimed. Offworlder-loyal rebels call for it to be investigated personally by them. Though the call itself had been vague, it’s not hard for the rebels arriving now to see why they were called.
Nestled in a cave carved out of the mountain, the secret base features a number of hovercrafts at its entrance, and inside, stark white lab rooms lit up bright with many offices to the front. A wide hall cuts straight through them with wheeled hospital beds sitting unused to the sides.The hall opens to a cavernous area, the walls and ceiling all made of the mountain’s natural stone. Desks for scientists, mechanics, and medics are all around but it’s the center of the room that truly pulls the eye.
An enormous metal machine with a circular frame sits in the center. Within it lies a vortex of such color and light it becomes difficult to look at after mere seconds. Yet for all it deters the eyes, it calls, especially to the offworlders. The closer one gets, the stronger the sense that passing through it will correct some cosmic flaw. It is for this reason that it seems to be well blocked off with clear gates. These gates can be pushed through but sticker signs upon them warn not to do so. The sign, drawn like a typical hazard warning, shows a person being disintegrated into little dots by the portal upon reaching it. A note explains that only pure energy can pass through the Revival Mechanism. Attempting to pass anything through the portal will reduce it to energy. It seems things may come out but not go in-- without being turned to energy first that is.
Over along the side of this are many rather massive machines and computers. The computers show many a near-indecipherable code. Others are a little more recognizable as showing coordinates of sorts. Upon further investigation, rebels may find these coordinates are not for any place in the Districts, but for worlds and times far beyond. It maps out like brain synapses, stretching on eternally. Certain coordinates have been marked with red and are noted hazards. The ones lit with gold seem to be ones with a missing person or two-- people that may very well be standing there and looking at said lights. Many others have a blue-ish-grey light. These seem to indicate another issue entirely; “Energy seize. Port no longer reachable”. If one takes a particularly close look they’ll notice familiar names in the blue-grey sections, people who haven’t come back for a long time. They may also notice one of the golden lights has the coordinates for… Panem itself. The name of the person is encrypted heavily.
Not everything is kept on the computers however. There are many, many complicated and detailed notes left upon the desks. Some discuss things like Tribute vital signs. There’s a long analysis written in clinical terms of how the pull-process of the Revival Mechanism essentially kills the person by reducing them and their closely associated items on pass-through to pure energy. However, in bringing them to Panem, the Revival Mechanism quickly reassembles that energy. It seems that the process of destruction and recreation is the major cause of Offworlder unconsciousness when being revived, allowing Offworlder Transport to bring them back to the Tribute Tower before they ever wake.
An electronic wipe-board over by a set of table and chairs goes over the nature of what can and cannot pass through the portal. There are scribbled words on the edges, formulas, circled sentences, and lines that criss-cross over the page. It seems that purely material items cannot be pulled into Panem. At least, not on their own. All items passing through have some strong and close connection to the spirit or “energy” that is grabbed. How this works seems a mystery even to the scientists involved but is suspected to have to do with memories. There is a hypothesis with many question marks that a memory chip, if reduced it to energy and sent through the portal, could possibly go back to the worlds offworlders came from, allowing them to keep memories even back on their world. This is noted to be untested however.
A second board looks at why bodies may duplicate but seemingly not objects. It appears inanimate objects are too identical for physics to function properly and the items simply merge, preventing a paradox, while living tissue is changed enough after being in Panem even for a short time that this only happens to non-living objects that are pulled, not people. There is further aggressively scribbled debate on whether robots count as people. The conclusion is that “they damn well must be if they’re here at all”. A paper on the table explains how most of the robots are transferred via chip to a mutt-body and the brain registers the chip to fill out personality and memories based upon it, thus making the robot essentially human. This is done for further study in reviving people.
Former Capitol-soldiers may recall that robots aren’t the only ones with muttation bodies. Some are animals and others, like Venus Dee Milo, have a portal transfer very specific to them. On one of the mechanic’s desks, blueprints lay for making much smaller portals that may be put within the mutt body and transfer the soul into it stating Venus’s name on the first prototype designs but not on the last. The blueprints note a disintegration system with these so the portal doesn’t stay within them. More blueprints can be seen for another full scale portal, using the one in the mountain there as a prototype. One final blueprint can be found, not for a portal, but for what looks like a weapon. Though it has the shape of a gun, it doesn’t appear to fire bullets. Apparently, it’s a relatively recent invention, from late december. The finalized design is dated for February.
By what looks like a station for hovercraft pilots to collect their gear is a clipboard and typed out list. The oldest ones to the back show revival deliveries from the arenas. As one flips to the front, these lists become those offworld soldiers who died in battle and were revived with all the relevant timestamps, serial numbers, and delivery location (the Tribute Tower and the Detainment Center). However, there are some anomalies, like names that have been blacked out leaving only serial numbers, timestamps, and, curiously, an entirely different location. This location is only listed as Center V. The timestamps date from the start of the war to a mass exodus very recently.
Rebels rush in to investigate the area, quickly capturing anyone working there. Despite the size and clear need for more hands in the facility, there’s only a handful of individuals left behind. One, a scientist, is ready to speak to the offworlders in charge as offworlders finish the investigation of the Facility. Something in here is sure to explain the mysterious “illness” offworlders have been facing. Hopefully rebels can find it fast, before it’s too late…
What| The Revival Mechanism is discovered. Things fall into place. (A Whole Lot Of Meta.)
Where| A facility nestled in the mountains between District 2 and the Capitol.
When| Now.
Warnings/Notes| Please put warnings in headers. The Scientist’s spot will unfreeze for commenting when this log reachers 20 comments or when time is up.
Regardless of whether District two became a win or a loss for the rebellion, they’ve managed to claim the most important of prizes while the Capitol and District was distracted. In the mountains just between the many cities of District two and that of the Capitol itself, a secret base has been uncovered and claimed. Offworlder-loyal rebels call for it to be investigated personally by them. Though the call itself had been vague, it’s not hard for the rebels arriving now to see why they were called.
Nestled in a cave carved out of the mountain, the secret base features a number of hovercrafts at its entrance, and inside, stark white lab rooms lit up bright with many offices to the front. A wide hall cuts straight through them with wheeled hospital beds sitting unused to the sides.The hall opens to a cavernous area, the walls and ceiling all made of the mountain’s natural stone. Desks for scientists, mechanics, and medics are all around but it’s the center of the room that truly pulls the eye.
An enormous metal machine with a circular frame sits in the center. Within it lies a vortex of such color and light it becomes difficult to look at after mere seconds. Yet for all it deters the eyes, it calls, especially to the offworlders. The closer one gets, the stronger the sense that passing through it will correct some cosmic flaw. It is for this reason that it seems to be well blocked off with clear gates. These gates can be pushed through but sticker signs upon them warn not to do so. The sign, drawn like a typical hazard warning, shows a person being disintegrated into little dots by the portal upon reaching it. A note explains that only pure energy can pass through the Revival Mechanism. Attempting to pass anything through the portal will reduce it to energy. It seems things may come out but not go in-- without being turned to energy first that is.
Over along the side of this are many rather massive machines and computers. The computers show many a near-indecipherable code. Others are a little more recognizable as showing coordinates of sorts. Upon further investigation, rebels may find these coordinates are not for any place in the Districts, but for worlds and times far beyond. It maps out like brain synapses, stretching on eternally. Certain coordinates have been marked with red and are noted hazards. The ones lit with gold seem to be ones with a missing person or two-- people that may very well be standing there and looking at said lights. Many others have a blue-ish-grey light. These seem to indicate another issue entirely; “Energy seize. Port no longer reachable”. If one takes a particularly close look they’ll notice familiar names in the blue-grey sections, people who haven’t come back for a long time. They may also notice one of the golden lights has the coordinates for… Panem itself. The name of the person is encrypted heavily.
Not everything is kept on the computers however. There are many, many complicated and detailed notes left upon the desks. Some discuss things like Tribute vital signs. There’s a long analysis written in clinical terms of how the pull-process of the Revival Mechanism essentially kills the person by reducing them and their closely associated items on pass-through to pure energy. However, in bringing them to Panem, the Revival Mechanism quickly reassembles that energy. It seems that the process of destruction and recreation is the major cause of Offworlder unconsciousness when being revived, allowing Offworlder Transport to bring them back to the Tribute Tower before they ever wake.
An electronic wipe-board over by a set of table and chairs goes over the nature of what can and cannot pass through the portal. There are scribbled words on the edges, formulas, circled sentences, and lines that criss-cross over the page. It seems that purely material items cannot be pulled into Panem. At least, not on their own. All items passing through have some strong and close connection to the spirit or “energy” that is grabbed. How this works seems a mystery even to the scientists involved but is suspected to have to do with memories. There is a hypothesis with many question marks that a memory chip, if reduced it to energy and sent through the portal, could possibly go back to the worlds offworlders came from, allowing them to keep memories even back on their world. This is noted to be untested however.
A second board looks at why bodies may duplicate but seemingly not objects. It appears inanimate objects are too identical for physics to function properly and the items simply merge, preventing a paradox, while living tissue is changed enough after being in Panem even for a short time that this only happens to non-living objects that are pulled, not people. There is further aggressively scribbled debate on whether robots count as people. The conclusion is that “they damn well must be if they’re here at all”. A paper on the table explains how most of the robots are transferred via chip to a mutt-body and the brain registers the chip to fill out personality and memories based upon it, thus making the robot essentially human. This is done for further study in reviving people.
Former Capitol-soldiers may recall that robots aren’t the only ones with muttation bodies. Some are animals and others, like Venus Dee Milo, have a portal transfer very specific to them. On one of the mechanic’s desks, blueprints lay for making much smaller portals that may be put within the mutt body and transfer the soul into it stating Venus’s name on the first prototype designs but not on the last. The blueprints note a disintegration system with these so the portal doesn’t stay within them. More blueprints can be seen for another full scale portal, using the one in the mountain there as a prototype. One final blueprint can be found, not for a portal, but for what looks like a weapon. Though it has the shape of a gun, it doesn’t appear to fire bullets. Apparently, it’s a relatively recent invention, from late december. The finalized design is dated for February.
By what looks like a station for hovercraft pilots to collect their gear is a clipboard and typed out list. The oldest ones to the back show revival deliveries from the arenas. As one flips to the front, these lists become those offworld soldiers who died in battle and were revived with all the relevant timestamps, serial numbers, and delivery location (the Tribute Tower and the Detainment Center). However, there are some anomalies, like names that have been blacked out leaving only serial numbers, timestamps, and, curiously, an entirely different location. This location is only listed as Center V. The timestamps date from the start of the war to a mass exodus very recently.
Rebels rush in to investigate the area, quickly capturing anyone working there. Despite the size and clear need for more hands in the facility, there’s only a handful of individuals left behind. One, a scientist, is ready to speak to the offworlders in charge as offworlders finish the investigation of the Facility. Something in here is sure to explain the mysterious “illness” offworlders have been facing. Hopefully rebels can find it fast, before it’s too late…
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"I must go!" she shouts back, over the chaos. "If there's even a chance, I must!" And if all that lies beyond that portal is the Void, so be it. Better nothingness than to be trapped here always. She raises one clenched fist to scrub at her eyes, and steps closer, her mind rushing. It's too much, too much for all her farewells to be crushed into a few seconds, too much to turn away from people who have become so dear to her, to whom she owes so much. But she must. She must, or regret it always, and never see home again.
She goes to Firo first. He seems most likely to do something stupid, to try to stop her - and besides, he is her brother here, dearest of all her friends. The portal is tugging at her, her hair fluttering in the wild air, but she leans in to throw her arms around him. Her embrace is tight, but brief. There's no time to waste. She knows it. They all know it, even if he hasn't admitted it to himself. "Hold fast," she tells him, through freely-flowing tears. "Hold fast, and remember me. I am sorry, truly." Then, with a glance back over her shoulder at the portal, "Roland, I have a charge for you, if you will take it."
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He elbows one of the people next to him to gain the space to hug her back--it's the least he can do at this point. These displays aren't all that easy for him, but now he kind of wishes he could just hold on forever. But he won't.
"I will. You do what you need to do." It may not seem such a tall order, simply remembering her. But it is, kind of, for Firo--he's always known that life moves on relentlessly. One way to cope with that is to move on yourself, which is what he did in his early days.
All the same, he's never had any intention of forgetting her, so he can make that promise honestly.
For some reason, he can feel a lump in his throat and a stinging in his eyes. "Thank you. I-I'll--" Miss her. He tries to force something like a smile, but it's already all he can do to keep himself together. "I wouldn't have lasted this long without you."
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Thankfully, the two of them are sensible. They keep it short. Once she's finished her own continued goodbyes to Firo Roland lifts his chin at her to get her attention, and once he's got it he gives a slow nod, trying to hold her gaze. She is not one of his, no, but in their time as prisoners here he's seen who she is, he has seen her fight, he has seen her grow. Not one of his, he does not love her, as Firo clearly does. He could have, maybe, in time. Ifs, though, ifs and never-weres and things which could have been, they are often lost on Roland and so he does not dwell on the thought.
He does not love her, but he knows her, has fought beside her, has been healed and comforted when he felt most alone. She has his respect. That is worth, at least, acknowledgement, and one last service.
"I accept your charge," he says, head still bowed, looking at her. His respect should speak itself there clear enough; whatever she's asking of him, it is important. It doesn't occur to him for a second to doubt. "How may I carry it?"
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But part she must, and quickly. She turns away - it feels an almost unbearable effort, to turn away - and meets Roland's eyes, striding over to him. That, too, is an effort, as though the pull of staying near Firo, having a moment more for farewells, is as strong as the pull from the portal. This is important, though.
"Thank you," she says, quietly, to his acceptance, and goes up on her toes to whisper in his ear. In all this noise, it might be too much caution, but better too much, she thinks, than too little. "They have something from my world. A Ring, plain gold, which takes no heat from fire. Twice over they have taken it, and so twice it may appear. Watch for it, please. And do not touch it, do not take it, no matter how it tempts you, but hide it from them, from all, for its power is too great and too evil for any man to wield." That feels too weak, too vague. Will he understand, or will he, as so many have, see the Ring as a weapon he can use?
She has no choice. What she can done, she has done. Pulling away, she drops back onto her heels and looks up at him. "Farewell, Roland, and thank you," she says again, and means it in more ways than one: thank you for the words he gave her when first they met, to teach her caution, and for the support she's found from him since. She does not love him, either, but she owes him better than the burden of a task. But she has no choice, and so she pulls away, forcing a thin smile, and turns to run for the portal, her golden hair streaming in the wind.
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The polite thing to do would be to give Roland and Eowyn their privacy, but Firo's eyes linger on her as his two friends speak. He doesn't hear a word, but that's not important, nor is it his business. He's taking in every visual detail as well, knowing that they can fade all too easily.
It's hardest to watch as she finally leaves, but watch he does.
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Roland remembers the words, and does not resent the burden of the quest she's laid on him, because to him, it isn't one. It is something which needs to be done, that is all, and an honor that she has chosen him to do it. There's no way to tell her that he knows, that he's heard a little of that ring in stories and so her quest isn't as new and strange a one to him as it might have been. No time to explain that, now. No time. No need, either. Understand it or not, she trusts him to do it. He sees that, and he sees her run for the portal, for her home, and feels a little envy, a stab of something surprising and jealous. He forces it back. One of the two of them gets to go home, anyway, and that is more than he thinks either of them really expected.
He watches her disappear, back to her home, and remembers her trust, and knows that he will honor it. He will honor her. But for the moment he puts that out of his mind, looking back toward Firo, moving to try and nudge him back to a more secure place in line. The time to honor Eowyn and her quest will come. For now, there is work to do.