SCENERY

[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 117, let's say "All Day" through to "Evening"
Where: Misty mountains
What: mingle

[So since this morning the HQ has been buried in mist and fog. There's the sense that the HQ has been slowly rising and falling in elevation, much more slowly than it had been proceeding until now. The power consumed by flying also seems to have increased as the HQ is forced to compensate for wind and drag and maintaining equilibrium while traveling over extreme slopes and other various factors of trying to fly directly over a mountain range.

Chill winds whistle through the hallways now, funneling through the HQ, down the stairwells, finally escaping out of the unsealed parts of the hangar on Level 2 and the great, gaping doorway on Level 1 (careful when walking in those areas or you might get dragged out). The lizagons have either retreated to the more secure nests closer to the covered parts of the dome or have moved to the first Level and scratched out the doorways of the abandoned rooms to settle in. In the mist outside one can sometimes see shapes passing by the windows: the tree-covered faces of a mountainside, or occasionally faster shapes... Sounds call out in the gloom, but the HQ's hulking size and constant motion seems to be enough to deter anything that might try to investigate for the time being.

Toward sunset, as the HQ seems to peak in one of the longer ascents of the day, the mist slowly begins to thin, and one can make out the shadows of another uneven stretch of mountains spreading out before the HQ, the setting sun painting them blue and purple as it starts to dip below the horizon.]


((ooc: We're looking to set the HQ down sometime between Thursday (tomorrow) or Friday night. There are some limited options, but the goal is to get to a place where people can rest a while.))

Comments

IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

[Yukari is sitting cross-legged, taking note of the data.]

We're running low on power.

[So she says, to no one in particular. She seems to be quite concerned with the maps, though, as if she is looking for a suitable place to land, and quickly.]

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[devotedtothecore]

[ someone is quietly entering the control room at about just the right time to hear this :[ ]

....how low?

[supraliminally]

Low enough that something must be done.

Either figuring out a way to boost our intake of power, or reduce the rate at which we're burning through it.

[devotedtothecore]

...there isn't much in the way of fuel left, either. The portal won't be open until tomorrow morning, but even then....

[ hrmh. Looking up at the map ]

...it would be good to land, soon.

[supraliminally]

Tomorrow morning. I'm sick of flying around. It's already become boring, so let's land and see if there's anything interesting around, hm?

[devotedtothecore]

[ nods. Also oddly enough his hands have been shoved in his pockets since he came in ]

At the least, there's a good deal of forest apparent. Better to see if we can restock here rather than force those mountains on our reserves.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[oi_theoi]

[With the extra energy consumption, the mist blocking out solar energy to the partially fixed panels all day, and next portal opening being tomorrow morning, the HQ has maybe half to 3/4ths of a day of flight left, if one counts the replenishing that'll happen tomorrow.

It's possible to make it past the steepest parts of the mountains to somewhere probably safer to land if one keeps heading straight through the night, or one could hover here for the night to see what the landscape looks like in the light of day and sacrifice flight time for more precise aim.]

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[devotedtothecore]

[ ....

wonder if there's a way to check how much energy we could save for flying by shutting off power to most of HQ's rooms... ]

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[oi_theoi]

[:x There is totally options for shutting down various energy services to the HQ, including power to the apartments by level. Checking shows that someone already put a bunch of services at half-capacity already, including stuff like climate control and light in the hallways.

Rerouting power from the apartments will probably afford the HQ another day and a half of safe, calibrated flight (more if you don't mind a dangerous manual landing...)]

[calkyuulator]

Merely "low" or critically so?

[supraliminally]

"Critical" is such a strong word. Low enough that I intend to land this building before noon tomorrow, unless a better idea presents itself.

[calkyuulator]

I take that as the building will be landing before noon tomorrow regardless of your intentions.

[supraliminally]

If I intended for it not to land, that could be done. It would be as simple as turning off all non-essential power in the building, which I calculate would give us at least another day and a half on top of our current reserves.

But I do intend for it to land, and so it will.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[andiwantitnow]

[ who is this giant why is he creeping over shoulder? ]


Hoooh? Are we now?

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

[okay look you have to understand here

I pretty much only hang out with chicks

admittedly they're mostly like ten billion year old demons and as such some of them are pretty tall

but what the fuck are you supposed to be]

Yes! We're going to have to jump off post-haste, or we'll crash!

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[andiwantitnow]

[ ain't even sorry, that's what. ]


Unacceptable.


This stronghold is a valuable asset. I will not surrender such a fine thing without absolute need.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

That's okay. I was making it up at any rate.

That said, I'm tired of flying around, and we really are running low on power, so I'm going to land this thing as soon as I see a decent spot, and then we can get on with things.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[anklets]

[She's been doing her best to not let her own curiosity get the better of her, and has been, for the most part, leaving the control area alone this flight. It's the rising and dipping and the jagged mountain range, however, that finally niggles enough at her that Lenalee relents to peek inside and examine the controls, with probing fingers kept to herself (tucked beneath her arms; she does not do well with the chill).]

Can we still stay up?

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

We will be out of fuel before noon tomorrow. It should give us enough time to find a suitable landing spot, since we seem to be approaching flatter ground.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[anklets]

Mm.

[She comes to stand near Yukari, eyes falling to the maps she's inspecting.]

Near the mountains, then? It should be all right.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

Near them, to be sure.

What sort of a place are you from, originally? Rather, was it a mountainous area like this?

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[nolongerslate]

[comes in to check on the results]

Low as in 'we should land soon' or low as in 'we're landing now whether we like it or not'.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

Mmmm. How about low as in "we're landing by tomorrow because I said so"?

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[nolongerslate]

I'd still want to know your reasoning.

Re: IN THE CONTROL ROOM

[supraliminally]

I'll tell you in a bit.

What do you think we should do?