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Gregory House, MD ([personal profile] rubikscomplex) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2017-07-01 09:09 am
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Player Event: Hackerquest v2.0

Characters: Anyone involved in the tablet plot. Even if you didn't sign up, you can still throw your character in!
Location: Throughout Norfinbury
Date: Night 254
Summary: A mass tablet destruction event and an attempt to hack the @ADMIN and @robertmiller accounts to get through to them after the block from Noisy White.
Warnings: Possibly incisions/surgery and mindfuckery if this is anything like the last time people tried to swallow chips from their tablets and hack the network.

[Lockdown provides an extremely convenient 'go' time for this particular event. House has contacted people through the Shadownet who could be contacted there (for some semblance of a potential surprise to whatever is watching the main network), but he's also contacted some through regular means. However they were notified, it's time. Line up your tablets with the door as lockdown ticks closer and wait for the doors to swing shut and smash the tablets.

Good luck, Snowhellions.]
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[personal profile] ecks 2017-07-05 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Luckily for Ecks, she's wearing armor and most of her skin is covered by at least a couple layers of cloth besides. Unluckily for Ecks, that makes absolutely no difference whatsoever. Blood runs down her face and seeps through her clothing where the static splatters. Her forward hand spasms, losing grip as part of her forearm abruptly ceases to be, and the hatchet goes clattering to the floor. She starts to reach for it only to fall to her knees, nerves sending signals to her brain that make no sense at all. She reaches instead for Castiel, gripping at his shoulder to pull him to her, blood everywhere as she wraps useless hands around the stump too late. Tourniquet. Stop the blood loss, tie the limb, kill the attacker, tend her hand that is not closing the way it should, tie a tourniquet -- all of these things, she must do all but she cannot --]
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[personal profile] snowblindmods 2017-07-05 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The figure, having successfully gotten the chips it wanted, leaves. As it exits the building, the static fades away. The wounds it has already caused do not, but at least it's not splattered all over anymore.]
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[personal profile] godsspeed 2017-07-05 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Too late, indeed. Castiel turns his head to watch the figure go, unable to summon up the strength to pursue. This is not something he's experienced before. He's died before, yes, but with Raphael it was quick: a wave of the Archangel's hand followed by a sharp pain and nothingness. This is... slower. Relatively. Hurts more. Gives him enough time to look back to Ecks and place a hand on her shoulder in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture - this is what Chuck did when he'd been facing his last death, right? He's bleeding fast, though, and his breathing slows and grows shallow, and his eyes close.

And snap back open again, suddenly, filled with a blue-white light that Ecks may at this point find all too familiar. As before it grows brighter and brighter until it consumes him, but this time it wavers as it reaches the point of blinding before bursting in a pulsating shockwave of heat and force - warm but not hot enough to burn, powerful but not strong enough to do much more than knock Ecks over, if she's at all off balance. His body is left behind when it finally fades, intact as it had been before the explosion, eyes wide open in an expression of shock, and on either side of him are the silhouettes of two broad wings, scorched into the ground. He isn't breathing. He has no pulse. ]
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[personal profile] ecks 2017-07-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[For a second she thinks that he is becoming an angel again, or the thing halfway to an angel that he had been before. He doesn't burn this time, though, not the way he burned when he changed. Instead Ecks is knocked back onto her rear by the force of something she can't even see, left to scramble back to him only to find something that is all too familiar despite the marks he has left behind.

She lingers by his side, still, refusing to believe, hands going to the stump of his arm, to his face, to the place on his neck where there is no pulse. The figure is long gone when she finally seems to understand what she had seen immediately and rocks back, staring into his sightless eyes.

Ecks is a practical creature. When her mind returns to her, she does what is needed: pushes the door closed over the scuffed symbol, puts out the sputtering candle, and peels away armor and clothing to tend to her own wounds. It's not until she goes to her pack for bandages that she remembers her tablet. The last image it will record is her blank face, slick with blood from a pockmark of vanished skin near her hairline, as she reaches out to turn it off.]
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