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

[deathtined]

[at the shrine area windows, watching the building peak at sunset. 0_0]

[webmd]

Well? Has your breath been stolen? Surely this sight is enough!

[deathtined]

I am afraid. That my expanding and collapsing respiratory organs. Have continued to function. Without pause.

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.

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.]

[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.

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

[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

[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'.

[melonlord]

[has been hanging out in the lower levels, hoping to figure out when they land]

[devotedtothecore]

[ passing by with a bundle of cables from the wood harvesting project-- pauses ]

Toph?

[tonewlengths]

[Glued to the windows, watching the scenery.]

...Are we slowing down...

[ofthebeholder]

[ moving from window to window to watch the scenery!! pauses ]

Ah... it does look like it.

[comesquickly]

[wandering around HQ, trying to get an idea of what's changed while he's been away]


((placeholder-y))

[dickaster]

So is this weird, or is it super weird?

[APT S]

[threeofswords]

[the coma patient is stirring]

Re: [APT S]

[freelancetogoodhome]

[was walking past on the way to the kitchen to make dinner and... stills at the noise from the bedroom. he sticks his head in to check]

[bitingbark]

[If you're wandering about the fog this morning, you may find the sensation that something is watching you- a tingly feeling on the back of your neck. You can check that no one is actually there but that feeling persists until...it seems like the air in front is solidifying into the form of a large wolf?

But no, that couldn't be, because now there is a man. A grumpy man with very sharp teeth, but only a man...right?]

Gooooooooooooooood, I'm fuckin' starving!

[anklets]

[Blinks the fog from her eyes, as it were.]

Then go eat. [ "Why is this always your main concern?" ]

[hyanaimne]

[someone is in the last place you'd expect to find her:

the kitchen

Dun dun duuuun]

[overclocking]

[That is literally the last place I would look for you.

P..poking his head in??]

Tempest...?