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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There's about ten billion questions in Strange's mind as he goes to seek out Lambert. Did you talk to Gild? Why do you keep putting me in these situations where you know I'll be hurt? Do you even value my opinion in the first place or am I just a convenient font of magic to shove off at whatever problem you want solved? Ten billion questions and he doesn't have a damn clue where to start.

No matter where Lambert is, Strange finds him because he's a goddamn creep with no problem scrying for his friends. The arm that was splinted is now hanging stiffly at Strange's side. He approaches, lets out a little cough to tell Lambert that he's here, and then starts with the most innocuous question out the ten billion questions he's thinking of.

"Do you have enough power to open the egg storage area? There's something I need to retrieve."

When Strange finds him, Lambert’s sitting out by the pool doing something he hasn’t done in a long time, something that’s always helped him focus: tending to his swords. He’s spirited up a bit of rag cloth from somewhere and he’s methodically wiping down the blades, letting his mind empty out as he loses himself in the rhythm of repetitive motion. It works a hell of a lot better than meditating — always has.

He’s roused from self-contemplation as he’s addressed, and his hand pauses, gaze refocusing on Strange after a few blinks.

“Yeah, sure,” he nods. He has a pretty good idea of what it is, knowing Strange, so he doesn’t ask. Instead, he activates the sigil to open the door and returns shortly with a familiar gem that he offers the magician. This is what he wanted, right?

Strange can't help but grin as Lambert returns with his wife gem. He nods, taking the gem from Lambert's hands.

"I think I'm going to keep this on my person from now on," Strange remarks, as he murmurs a few words and pushes the gem in a patch of mirrors on his shoulder. "After all, we're free. I'll stay around until Ignatius gets adjusted to all his new nonsense but after that, who the hell knows where I'll be."

He knows where he wants to be: on his way back to England, en route to Arabella. Strange just isn't entirely sure about the specifics of how he'll get there.

Lambert is still wearing the Gamma glamour, what with having little desire to finangle his way back into constricting clothing just yet. That it has the bonus of hiding all his assorted injuries and alterations is just a bonus, but there’s no disguising the stiffness in his movements when he seats himself again.

“I think he’ll be adjusting for a while, but sticking with him’s probably good for you anyway.” Lambert frowns at his sword, turning it in the light to see how it shines off the blade. The fae don’t change quickly, and Ignatius has been through a lot of change. In retrospect, they’re lucky he isn’t cataronic with shock. That would be just their luck...

“How’s the arm healing up?”

"Surprisingly well," Strange admits. "I'm piecing out some magic so that I can mend my mirrors myself. After all, I won't have healing drafts or Steven's bizarre spit magic to patch myself up once I'm back in England."

Strange looks over at Lambert, with a little frown. He's noticed that stiffness. And he's noticed the fact that Lambert's still using a glamour. Strange doesn't have to be a mindreader to piece out that Lambert's hiding something. So, might as well take away that option.

As he sits down next to Lambert, Strange mutters his spellbreaking incantation underneath his breath. And then, just to make certain the thing sticks, he leans over to give Lambert a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You know it’d be better to avoid getting into situations that get your bones broken in the first place, right?” There’s a touch of amusement there, smirking at his reflection in his sword, meaning Strange swooping in that way catches him off guard.

The magic of the illusion is projected from the ring, not actually cast on Lambert himself, so when the magician leans in all it really does is make the image flicker briefly, exposing the tear still high on his cheek and the new configuration of his horns and tail. Even with the Gamma visage intact, though, it sure is days-old witcher stubble under Strange’s lips.

At least he doesn’t punch Strange this time, though his hands briefly tightened on that sword before he reeled it in. It won’t prevent him from voicing complaint and grimacing as he leans away from the magician.

“Leave it alone,” he protests.

As the image flickers and Strange spots the fact that his claw marks are still there and Lambert's still wounded, Strange can't help but frown. He's not getting that treated, is he. Strange doesn't want to take this into his own hands and just casually mention to Steven or Herbert that Lambert is still hurt but dammit, he'll do so if needed.

"Make me," Strange brattily responds. And then, because he knows Lambert can make him, he continues talking before Lambert can get an Axii out. "Considering that half those situations were your fault, you can't talk. The contract was your idea as was the vents. I'm not entirely sure who to blame for shunting me off as a distraction and not using me somewhere I could be useful, but I suspect it's either you or Syrlya."

Though Strange is trying to sound light and nonchalant, it's obvious this affects him and pisses him off a lot more than he's wanting to let on.

It’s disinfected, it’s stopped bleeding, good enough. It’s not like one more scar or less is going to alter what matters. Strange’s words make Lambert’s brow furrow lightly, cocking his head.

“They were my ideas, but you still accepted them,” he points out. As to the matter of Strange being left out of the loop, he blinks.

“How is being a distraction not useful?” He’s genuinely confused, but well, he spends enough time as a distraction that he’s used to it. “Syrlya’d been planning since we got here and knew who he wanted to bring. I thought I just needed people to lift shit and hit, nothing complicated. Probably would’ve done things differently if I knew more...”

Hindsight being perfect and all that.

"I know. But for someone who doesn't want me to be a nightrunner, you sure as hell keep treating me like one."

As soon as Lambert mentions Syrlya, an expression of disgust crosses Strange's face. Of course. That explains everything. Strange very pettily indulges in a childish thought of how he hates Syrlya, how he's stupid and dumb and short-sighted and an idiot before he gets back to the conversation at hand. He moves his arms so that he can pull his knees closer to his chest and rest his chin on top of them, though his formerly broken arm is still very stiff and awkward.

"Distractions are the first people to get caught. Besides, Ignatius's life was on the line. I should have been with him."

Lambert feels like he’s missed the boat on what all this is really about. The Gamma’s expression doesn’t give much away, but he looks at Strange quizzically nonetheless as he asserts that.

“They saved him in the end. Isn’t that what matters?”

"Of course that's what matters! But I..." And Strange struggles for a moment, trying to vocalize what he's saying. "I should have helped. I should have known what's going on, I should have been up there with the rest, I should actually be included in things and not only thought of when you need me for my magic. Because honestly, ever since Eden that's all you've treated me as."

To be honest, Lambert doesn’t really get where Strange is coming from with this. He will slow down on the sword polishing to actually figure out if Strange is talking about that you as a general you or Lambert specifically. Obviously, he can only speak for himself, but...

“Your magic’s a part of who you are,” Lambert says, slowly. “If you don’t want to be treated like that, you should have said so, but I thought what you wanted was to be given things to do that were more than just scrying.”

He twists around slightly, setting the sword on the desk.

“Though I guess it might be easier for other people to include you in their plans if you included them in yours.”

"The things I do should actually make sense," Strange grumbles. "Not sending me off on senseless chases through the vents because I'm literally the only one who can."

He's still bitter about that. How many things has he tried recently only to have them blow up in his face? He tried to keep Ignatius safe in Eden. He tried to advance to Delta and find a way out of here. He tried to learn something from that dumb vent adventure but was met by failure each and every time. Hell, he couldn't even kill Lambert right.

Strange continues to sulk, not looking at Lambert at all as he talks.

"My plans have always remained the same: get back to England and keep those I care about safe."

"We learned something from it, so I don't think it was senseless. Though it would've been better if you hadn't gotten caught and put into Theta. I was hoping smoke was subtle enough you could sneak in and sneak back." Which, come to think of it, he hasn't actually heard the story of.

"How did you get caught, anyway?"

"My arm bones are now mirrors and I didn't learn anything about Ignatius's location. Of course it was senseless."

And thus Lambert learns that Strange's priorities are on a completely different level than everybody else's priorities. As for Lambert's other question... "I'm not going to tell you unless you take off that damn glamour."

The challenge is momentarily ignored in favor of blinking at Strange. He can't even be surprised.

"And what were you going to do if you found him?"

"Free him myself if possible. If not, go back and tell the rest of his location. But no matter what, I'd at least reassure him that we were trying our best and we would find a way to save him."

Strange returns to not looking at Lambert, instead looking vaguely somewhere in the distance.

"You've never experienced this so you wouldn't understand...but it's easy to lose hope when you're trapped somewhere by yourself with seemingly no means of escape."

Lambert doesn't have an immediate answer for that, momentarily stunned by the audacity of Strange assuming that at no point in his life he could ever have known what it was like to feel that way.

And then, horrifically inappropriately, he laughs. It's a sound that's slightly hysterical and startled out of him, strange and discordant in the Gamma's voice.

Strange just gapes at Lambert for a moment, completely taken aback that Lambert's reacting to this with laughter? So, without really thinking, he moves his elbow and sharply jabs Lambert in the side.

He's probably hitting a bruise, but he really doesn't care at the moment.

"What the hell's so funny?!"

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Lambert chokes and wheezes sharply as that elbow digs into him (incidentally, Strange may regret elbowing him too hard, since whatever the fuck his bones are made of is far harder than what's in his brittle mirror bones right now) but it successfully achieves the effect of getting the laughter to taper off into hiccuping breaths instead.

It's not funny. It's not. But Lambert's tired as hell between having his bones replaced and being (however temporarily forgotten) and the knowledge that it still isn't over, Lambert will take whatever bit of humor he can.

"Sorry," he manages to gasp, planting a hand over his face and hunching his shoulders, making a visible effort to force himself to calm. "Sorry, it's just ... Childermass beat you to it." The Gamma's faces don't do 'wretched amusement well,' but the voice works just fine. He coughs for breath, looking up at Strange.

"It was Rita's idea, but he did it without telling her, either. I don't know how, but he let Ignatius take some of his power. That's what caused the explosion. That's what damaged his soul." Does Strange even know Childermass damaged his soul? Lambert realizes. Maybe that's some important missing context.

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Strange knew that Childermass damaged his soul. And he knew that whatever it was coincidentally happened the night of Ignatius exploding the ship. But he hadn't connected the dots that the root of all this was Ignatius taking Childermass's power to begin with. That bastard. That mad, wonderful bastard.

"So what you're telling me is that if I want results, I shouldn't listen to your plans and I should do whatever the hell I want." There's a light, teasing smile on Strange's face as he says this. He knows that's not the right thing to take from this, but if Lambert's going to laugh at him, he's going to give him shit in return.

"I can understand why he did it," Strange admits. "We can barely do anything on our own to begin with—at least giving Ignatius his power was doing something and getting some sort of result."

Lambert shakes his head.

"I don't think he knew what would happen." It's nothing they've actually discussed, how much he remembers or knows now. The reasons for that make the amusement fade from Lambert's face quickly.

"Guess the point is, Ignatius wasn't ever really alone." He picks up his other sword to begin the process of cleaning it up all over again, though it doesn't really need it. "When his own power wasn't enough to break himself out, he gave it to the people he promised to protect instead. Paid off for him, though I'm sure he'd be happier if Creation hadn't gotten involved."

"Creation is an idiot," Strange scoffs. Because it is. It made the wrong people Guardians and now it horribly mutilated Ignatius. As far as Strange is concerned, that primordial force has straight up passed the point of no return.

"If I had more time or more power, I could have dispelled that Winter magic myself. I could see what it was doing. I just needed more power to actually stop it."

Strange flexes his hand as he looks down at it. Maybe that's his problem. If he grows his magic and gets more power, maybe he could stop things like this from happening.

“I don’t think even spending a full decade with your tongue down his throat would have been enough to dispell that,” Lambert says sincerely. Hopefully that saves Ignatius from a fate of Strange even trying.

“He would have been fine if he hadn’t gone out to see Rita, but he wouldn’t run.” Lambert sounds like he half-admires Ignatius for that, or is half-exasperated by it. “But he figured he could use Rita being his faeblood now to take her back from the Mother. He was right, but you saw how that turned out.”

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"You never know," Strange points out. As he continues talking, he blushes a little. It's kind of hilarious how the more they talk about Ignatius, the more Strange slips into an 'awkward high schooler with a crush' sort of attitude. "I've only spent five or so seconds with my tongue down his throat. We'd need to at least try dispelling for a little bit longer than that before making any solid judgements."

Where Lambert sounds like he half-admires, Strange just completely admires Ignatius for his actions. As such, he's laying the blame on someone else. "Rita shouldn't have even been there in the first place," Strange sighs, trying to push past the little bit of blush that's crept up on his face as he talks about kissing. "As soon as we saw that Okumura was compromised, we should have tied up the rest of the Deltas and neutralized their magic then and there."

But hindsight is 20/20 and they can talk about what they should have done until the cows come home.

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idk why i said desk when they're at the pool... i guess he's sitting on a bench or someshit

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