lostcarnival | ⇨ POLARIS 3.0

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⇨ POLARIS 3.0

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 115
Where: Polaris
What: On the morning of day 115, a couple hours before the technicians would come to pick up the test subjects, the escape plan will officially come into effect. If your character has been left out of the loop up till this point, feel free that someone hastily explains the plan during the initial phase! The meat of everything else will be played out via megathreads and any private toplevels people want to make.
Warnings: Probably violence.

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The plan starts with getting everyone out of their cells. Childermass is going to be using his Gilded Mark to enhance his shadow movement abilities, unabling him to teleport himself and other people out of containment. If your character has other ways of escaping they are free to pursue that, but on a base level, it can be assumed that everyone gets out thanks to Childermass. (Thanks Childermass!) Once everyone has been removed from their cells by some means or another, they will be forced to split into teams as swiftly as possible, as the moment people start breaking out, negative attention from the staff will start building. The area is poorly guarded at first, but as people become aware of the breakout, more will arrive.

Gild, speaking on behalf of her inside plant, will say that those that 1) want to get their stuff back, 2) want to find Ignatius, should get the assistance of their allied Deltas to access sector A5. From there, they will have to access Polaris's storage in A3, a neighbouring sector, and find access to C2, the station where Ignatius is being held. They should expect to be met with armed resistance, but with any luck allies will be there to assist them.

In general, characters will be most effective if they back one of these major objectives:

► TEAM LOOT: This team is trying to get back the items and pets that were confiscated when the group was brought into Polaris. Their objective, according to their allies on the inside, is to get to A5, and then make their way to A3. The important thing is being able to locate their stuff among a sea of other items, and to make it through security in order to reclaim it. Gild's plant has said that they will assist with this. After getting these items, Team Loot may wish to merge with Team Rescue.

► TEAM RESCUE: This team's primary focus is to get to A5 and then make their way to C2. If desired, they may wait for or join with Team Loot, or they may strike out ahead in order to take advantage of the element of surprise. The key factors are obtaining a way to access C2, as well as being prepared for armed conflict with the technicians guarding it, as well as possibly the Mother of Invention herself. Though, the ideal is that Gild will be distracting here at that time.

► TEAM DISTRACTION: This team can do their thing wherever they please, as their main intent is to sew general discord and distract the staff from the teams doing more important things. They should be prepared for armed resistance, but what tactics they pursue beyond that point are highly variable.

► TEAM FORTRESS: This team is attempting to set up a protective base of operations in the original sector in order to survive the conflict and protect their noncombatant comrades. How they accomplish this is also highly variable.

Other objectives may exist, of course, and can be made with their own separate top levels. Chunks of these megathreads will have to be played out in summary form, so when characters are simply trying to get from place to place and specifics aren't necessary, feel free to stick to that format. Assume that everyone is already out of their cells for the purpose of the megathreads.

Here is a shitty map of how the sectors connect, from a side view of the central Polaris hub.

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Syrlya hits the wall with a thud, hissing through his teeth as he braces against it to keep himself standing. It takes him a moment to focus his gaze back on Sans, blinking rapidly as he tries to pull himself back together.

"Remove their visors and disable them!" A direction he hopes is clear enough for everyone. Shimmer should be able to remove the chips, but he doesn't want to risk revealing her position yet.

He hopes he doesn't have to specify not to kill them.

Well, this is very a thing Papyrus didn't want to find, when he came over to see what all the noise was about.

So far he's found one reliable way of taking his mind-controlled brother without killing him, and it's regretably an inheritance from the time that he did... But while people spend their time fighting more directly, Papyrus focuses his limited power into trying to form a bone of dust. One of near catatonic sleep, hopefully something deep enough that the Mother of Invention can't force him to act through.

He keeps to the back, tries to make it look like he's summoning a barrage of regular bones, and keeps watch for a good chance to get in close and thrust the dust into Sans' face.

The fire again makes him a little aggressive, glancing over at Carly for a moment and then Syrlya at him getting thrown. It's familiar, too familiar, his eyes narrowing with a sharp growl from his throat. It's a jerk reaction on his part to move from his spot towards Sans but he's not attacking, not even trying to grab for the visor. Instead he turns to put himself in between Sans and the others even if he knows he's not fast enough nor strong enough to stop any of them right now without major effort.

"Enough," he growls, his voice low and threatening, his tail lashing behind him, "Removing the visor isn't going to do a damned thing. Trust me on that!"

"Allow me to speak and no harm will come to this vessel," Sans says, eyeing Papyrus carefully. "I only wish to offer an exchange... your freedom, for the Summer Fae you're hiding over there."

He points in the direction of the shop where people are holing up.

Carly grimaces more as Tyki's words cut, her shamed flare of light hidden only because of her cloak. As the Mother continues however, her shame turns to rage. Voice flat, she looks around Tyki to 'Sans'. "And if we don't?" She asks stonily, already sounding very much like the answer would be 'no' no matter what if it were her.

Syrlya peels himself from the wall, but stops pursuing Sans a second time as Tyki jumps in the way. He knows it'll take more than the visor, but sometimes you have the disable part of the threat first to deal with the rest.

He narrows his eyes. "Absolutely not."

He already knows it would only end with it getting twisted around to screw them over anyway. Nothing worth betraying what is apparently an ally now.

Zangetsu speaks up finally, flippant as always.

"I'm gonna go with 'no'. I'm not a huge fan of stabbing my allies in the back unless it's absolutely necessary."

Plus, he doesn't want anything she has to offer.

Tyki's ears cant backwards towards the Mother of Invention but he keeps his eyes forward. If he accepted such a deal it would have to come with a lot of other things. Plus, he would need his power back and a proper deal to be made. It's just his hands are tied even if friends came and went just as easily.

His silence is something he favors right now, figuring everyone else's answer is enough.

Papyrus watches right back, not hiding the part where he's still stockpiling regular bones to fling if the fighting begins again, and otherwise staying back.

Because for now? Talking is good. Talking is time to think of plans, time for other friends to come over, time for the Mother to talk and get bored and leave his body, hopefully. Or wait until she gets frustrated enough to attack, if she pushes more.

"I see," Sans says, apparently not surprised or overly worried about their response. "Then allow me to observe unimpeded, and I will give you that time to prepare... before I come to take you myself."

She tenses on the spot. Such...confidence, the Mother has. She shouldn't be surprised- this is a Faerie who was confident enough to lock another one up for experimentation, certainly that alone said something didn't it?

Yet it's so chilling to simply hear it that way...

Worse still, when she thinks about how the Mother would be doing it through Sans. The entire time, in fact.

(And what can they do about that aspect? Nothing. As the 'Mother' said, there are other vessels, and they aren't limited by those visors. Instead they get to find their own ways to work around it)

Carly's eyes move over the singed bone- and with a swallow, she lights her hand with her golden, healing flame.

"...If you're going to stand here, like this, I want to do something then. ...For Sans- not you," she adds, narrowing her eyes. After a split second pause, she mutters to Tyki- lest he assume anything of her words and actions.

"...it's healing flame. ...I... ...What she did to my eyes," Carly explains bitterly, not looking to Sans as she speaks, "Is... ...I can't judge distance as safely as I thought..."

"If you'd like to heal my vessel, I won't stop you," Sans says. "I would rather it stay intact."

There is a visible twitch when they say 'Vessel' once again, but without another word she moves to set her palm over Sans' skull. She's hoping the injury wasn't too severe, or at least not so much she can't heal it entirely.

Once done, she extinguishes the flame and floats back, unable to look directly at the other as she clenches her jaw.

Syrlya sneers. She believes she already has this, which just ignites even more of a desire in Syrlya to tear her down.

He moves closer to Tyki, leaning over to whisper to him. "Someone without an implant needs to keep Sans attention elsewhere or blocked if we cannot force her out."

He'd ask Tyki to handle it, otherwise, but the biggest thing is just making sure she doesn't have clear eyes and ears to everything they're doing.

Sans just nods at Carly as she finishes. The wound wasn't severe, Sans is just pretty easy to hurt, so the healing fire will cover it. Once she is finished, Sans looks to the assembled group.

"I've made you my offer," Sans says, and turns to depart, apparently going to head to take a look at the areas surrounding the staff zone. If he hears anything from Syrlya, he doesn't pay attention to it.

Well, this isn't looking promising for some big energetic kerfuffle in which Sans-MoI is distracted by other people, but it does have him? them? turning and walking somewhere else. Obviously, Papyrus isn't willing to let that just happen like that. So he shifts the bones to one hand and raises the other like he's in class, following after his possessed brother.

"Uh, excuse me, scary person walking around in my brother? We've let you speak, and offer a deal... so, can you go away now? It can't be good for him for you to be in there. I know I'd be harmed by somebody walking around, in me, instead of me."

Mostly because, from the times anything like that happened before, they controlled him into getting in fights where he was at least a little injured. But the morale blow counts too.

His left ear flicks as he listens to Syrlya. He did choose not to listen to him earlier but that was because he felt what they were doing was pointless given hurting Sans wouldn't stop the Mother of Invention from using his body. Now that the air had been cleared and the goal was distraction more than just harming Sans, he was fine with that.

He looks down towards the ground like he can't find anything else to focus on other than his words right now. "Who would you suggest," he asks, his gaze turning way from him to look towards Papyrus asking for mild trouble.

Sans stops to look at Papyrus, and with his eyes covered it's hard to get a full read on his expression, but it comes across as 'amused'. Not Sans's brand of amused, someone else's.

"As long as I walk unmolested, I am considering the agreement active," he says, simply. "Would you prefer to stop me? I will only use physical force of pushed to it."

"Well, Sans teleports." So someone who can keep up with him, keep his vision obscured. Who might know what he does... hm.

"Papyrus is his brother, isn't he?" And already making an attempt at approaching.

He nods but doesn't confirm it verbally. He's not sure if getting Papyrus in the way of Sans is a good idea. If anything were to happen to him while she had his body, it would cause an already ton of other problems to occur ontop of what Sans had to go through already earlier this week. Not that he'll openly admit that to anyone else.

"He's already moving in that direction," he speaks again, his gaze turning back towards Sans like he wants to follow him and yet keep his distance from the Mother of Invention all together.

"Unless you have a better idea how to restrain his movement..." Syrlya, unfortunately, doesn't know the full limits of Sans teleportation. It's like a Mesmer, tricky to deal with from the outside.

He glances sideways. "And something should be done bout your chip, too."

It looks like a strangely haughty kind of amusement, one that doesn't suit Sans any more than weird decorative swords do.

Papyrus frowns, and the indecision likely shows on his face as he really weighs his options. Obviously he doesn't want to hurt his brother, or watch him get hurt. And who knows what else the Mother can do from inside there, if she decides the agreement she made up is off.

"Well, I'd prefer you stop. Without... physical force. Saying, so long as you're in Sans you won't hurt him..." He shakes his head. "It's hard to want to make a deal with you, when you're, uh, keeping hostages. You're talking through our friends, instead of loudspeakers or strangers, to remind us you can hurt us, right? That's not very friendly. That's actually very scary and unwelcoming! I don't know if I can trust any deal you offer, when you're doing that."

Sans ignores Tyki and Syrlya's whispering, instead focuses on Papyrus. He walks towards him as he speaks, listening attentively - for all the difference it will make. He stops right in front of him, looking up to meet his troubled gaze.

"That's the secret," he says, softly. "Whether you accept this or not... it's still happening. This is your reality now. And so... what will you do?"

His gaze hardens even if unseen underneath the visor, turning to look away from the Mother of Invention and at Syrlya directly, "No, Sans is the more interesting data in this portion of our defenses right now given the reactions you are all giving her. She seems fixated enough at the moment."

He can barely hear Papyrus and 'Sans' talking right now given the distance he's allowed them to travel. As for his chip, he makes an irritated sound gently, "I'm aware. I wouldn't have walked over if I had realized the situation."

Syrlya shrugs a shoulder. Nothing they can do about it now, and there's no likely benefit in playing chip swap again. they just have to minimize the allies she can use against them.

Especially if her 'buying time' is to send a bigger force against them, if not march down herself (and even then, nothing stops her from turning these four against them anyway to put down the insurgence). "Try to avoid getting her attention personally. I need to see about something."

He steps back, and then phases out of sight as he pulls his magic together for an invisibility veil. Without any departing words he turns to go--he needs to find Shimmer without the Mother of Invention catching on and getting a look at her.

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