Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 22 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: The fires are put out and repairs around the city have begun. With life preserved, eyes turn now to what exactly crashed down into the ocean.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Keeliai | Repairs | Salvage | Other | Oceanside | Shellside | ARSHEPHELIOS-side | Coralside


The majority of fires are reported as under control and repair crews start forming up to bring Keeliai back to her pre-scorched splendour. This is all well and good, but there remains a cluster of debris that crashed into the ocean drawing the attention of salvagers and Foreigners alike. Boats and teams form up and head up to scour the ocean, where the cluster rests upon an expansive and ancient coral formation and can be reached within ten metres of the surface.

Comments

SALVAGE

[ironwood]

[Residents of the eccentric Metal sector begin to scatter all over Keeliai as word spreads of salvage from the great fires from heaven. Lodged in building supports or buried in rubble, bits and pieces of strange metal and technology can be found. Some appear to be components of a larger construct and others simply transmit a burst of static from hidden speakers when fiddled with for too long. There is little apparent rhyme or reason to the nature of the smaller trinkets; while many suggest communication applications and some indicated weaponisation, there are also findings as simple as a very old, tiny music box that offers a sparkling light display as it sings its song. A few capsules can be found with what appears to be date markings and are reminiscent of time capsules -- breaking one open with release a shock, a plume of smoke, and then a dozen small mechanical toys, cards, and photos of a starscape unfamiliar to an Earthling's eye. All writing and dates are near illegible, but there exist some aerial photos of a star-shaped launchpad that have 'ARSHEPHELIOS' stamped across them.

Needless to say, there is immediately a trade market which springs up to gather and resell the salvage, finding worth in even warped metal for its potential to be recycled into something of merit to the structural repairs. Criminal and innocent kedan alike are involved in it, some offering to help Foreigners find materials, others trying to steal it.

Here and there, black cylinders are found which bear jagged line etchings that have been shaded blue. They bear no apparent seams and each stands at a half metre tall and a third of that wide. Each etching is different and a vague pattern can be discerned by comparing ten or fifteen of them together. The kedan know not what they are and, if asked, they will likely sell their find for ten juulan -- they assume there is some value to the substance, but it does not resemble any metal they know and they do not have the time nor resources to explore it right now.]

open

[una_persson]

[Wood sector, just outside Una's suite. Una's crouched down over something that looks like a ruptured laptop with a panel of multicoloured pieces of metal instead of a screen. It fell out of the tree where her suite is (nearly knocking her on the head in the process; only the alertness of a friendly kedan prevented a concussion). She's trying to examine it without taking it apart; at some point she'll give up and start carefully dismantling it. Every now and then it emits odd bleeps or staticky noises.]

hello stranger. c:

[mrsarcastic003]

[The techie salvage scattered all over Keeliai has pretty much made Tim's day. Days. It's like Christmas for a geek anyway, and now that the fires and damage are under control, he's starting to pick through the tech to see if there's anything he can use.

He grins over at the woman nearby who's clearly doing the same thing he is.]

Finding anything good?

ohai

[una_persson]

[Una looks up with a wry smile.]

Depends on what you mean by "good". It's interesting. Bugger if I know what it is.

open

[epigrammatical]

[A square in the Fire sector. Henry's bargaining for one of the capsules, on the grounds that it is aesthetically interesting and, who knows, it could be valuable. The transaction is going in a rather langourous, oblique fashion; the kedan woman who is selling it is in no hurry to sell, and Henry is fairly relaxed about buying; they are talking as much about the events of the last couple days as about the object on the ground between them. They seem to be closing in on an agreement around ten juulan, though. Feel free to interrupt, or catch Harry immediately after the transaction is complete.]

[usavatar]

[Steve waits until they're finished before he steps in, examining the capsule with a mix of curiosity and reservation. Steve's experiences with strange technology have not been the most positive.]

Afternoon, sir. [He nods to the capsule.] You have plans for that thing?

[epigrammatical]

[After bidding farewell to the kedan lady with an appropriately courteous bow—which makes her smile and laugh—Henry turns his attention to Rogers.]

Captain! Good afternoon. I cannot say I have a particular plan in mind, but it intrigues me. I don't suppose you have heard any further gossip on what they might be?

OPEN

[depicted]

[Well, this is fun. By which Dorian means a little on the tedious side. He doesn't like digging through wreckage, but he has seen enough of the technology that he's very curious about it. So Dorian has grabbed his least favourite coat and has taken to going into the most dangerous buildings—the ones that are closest to collapse, the ones that have the biggest risk of killing whoever goes inside them—and searching through the debris for anything really interesting.

At one point, he can be found sitting on the roadside listening to a strange music box with a captivated smile. At another point, he has to pull himself out of a pile of rubble that, yes, collapsed on him. Hey, it's still not as bad as the Blitz.]

[usavatar]

[Steve gets to Dorian's chosen location as the rubble shifts. The worst of the damage control is over - and the disaster is the first thing that's drawn Steve out of the comparative solitude of his close friends since Steph went missing. Went missing. Like it's that simple, that solvable.

He plunges into the crumbling building without hesitation, enveloped in the recklessness of personal loss. The shield hangs on its straps across the back of the costume Steph made for him months ago.] Hold on. You're all r- Dorian?

[Steve stops on an unsturdy pile of debris and slips, rattling his way down to the immortal's side as the overhanging roof groans.] What are you doing here? It's dangerous.

[depicted]

[Dorian pulls himself up to his feet and rolls his eyes, dusting some debris off of his clothes. The clothes show signs of tears and bloostains, but the skin is as perfect as ever.]

You're right, Steve, it is dangerous. I could be hurt—or worse, killed.

[He woke up on the sassy side of the bed this morning. He offers Steve a hand to balance him.] You all right? There's no one here, I checked, so if you're doing the hero thing, you can move on to the next building.

OPEN

[urbanmagic]

[The sound was what draws her to him, that and an excuse to rest now that she's gathered a lot of little trinkets for trading later, and that's Traci's reason for coming closer, humming a little with the tune when she picks up how the melody goes.]

Nice song. Do you know what it's called?

[depicted]

No idea. It's completely new to me, which is an added pleasure. [Even as appreciative as he is, neither tone nor smile can capture just how much Dorian values anything new, particularly of music. He offers the music box to Traci to look at, clearly not concerned with the fact that they are literally meeting for the first time.] I suppose people must have lived up wherever those things came from.

[philosophe]

[At one of those points, Combeferre is watching him with something very much akin to excitement. He'd gotten used to the consoles and all, but music from a box? That was pretty damn awesome, in his opinion, and he cannot help but give Dorian a wave and head over.]

What have you got there, Dorian?

[depicted]

It's a music box. [He holds it out to Combeferre. It is already playing a quiet tune.] Beautiful, isn't it?

open.

[traitre]

[ qilby had managed to keep his belongings mostly-safe from the looters in the fire sector the day before-- but he'd fended off far too many desperate, sticky-fingered kedan to make him feel comfortable with anything more than a little light salvage around his suite. the lab equipment's easily replaceable, his research and two months of notes perhaps less-so... but his personal effects are simply too important to risk, even as well-guarded as they are.

the krosmoz have enriched his life in several ways and gifted him with much, but rarely is he able to say that they've literally dumped a load of space technology on his house. not that he's complaining -- he's already gathered an array of particularly interesting metal and circuitry (and already considering what to build with them) when he sees out of the corner of his eye a kedan quietly approaching his little pile. yet another thief.

well, he's having none of that! qilby doesn't even bother looking 'round. with a careless wave of his hand, he opens a portal under the young kedan, dropping the poor guy-- oh, just anywhere. possibly on top of an unfortunate passer-by. that'll... teach him? ]

Re: open.

[candystriped]

[ Stocking jumps back as a glowing portal spits a dazed and vaguely terrified kedan right in front of him. When she saw that something had splashed up onto the petticoats, she stomps a heeled foot down on the kedan's hand. ]

You little ingrate, you got mud on my dress! Where'd that portal come from??

[ The kedan tries to free his hand but the angel is stronger than she looks, and finally the thief casts about for his bearings this is so not worth petty theft and points in the direction where Qilby had been. Stocking releases his hand and heads in the indicated direction. ]

Hey! Hey! Whoever dropped that filthy little cretin in my path, you're in trouble!

open!

[beganwithamask]

[Wherever there's a market for something, Bucky will try to hit it up. It isn't that he's greedy, or that he necessarily wants to be rich, but he's trying to support himself and Toro, and put some juulan away for a rainy day. So when it comes to salvaging, he's right there, digging out scrap metal and those strange cylinders from rubble and wherever it might be hiding. He's trying to find anything that might be worth something to someone, basically - the more sci-fi looking, the better. The time capsules in particular are interesting, he thinks.

He's currently trying to dig something out from a pile of rocky rubble, wearing his army pants and dirt-smeared white undershirt. He's sweating and a little smudged from the effort, but he's stronger than his wiry frame would indicate, and though he moves carefully, he's not having too much trouble.] C'mon, almost...

[urbanmagic]

[She wasn't much of a treasure hunter, even if souvenirs from her various expeditions were a norm. However, she was quickly learning here that acting smarter was a better choice. With the limited rations they have, just keeping herself energetic was going to be a challenge. With the way the kedans were running around and making cash out of everything though, she figures it can't hurt to salvage what they haven't gotten to see if she could trade them for something useful.

The trinkets were nice, even if some others kept snatching the ones she had her eye on and quickly scurrying away, but she managed to get a hold onto a few that might be worth something.

The musicbox she found was hers to keep though, that one she decided. The music was lovely after all.

That's when she notices him, pausing long enough to assess the situation before making her way towards him, the bag of things she collected weighing on her shoulder lightly (she didn't find much she figured would sell) as she tries to figure out how she could help.]

Need a hand there, mister?

[hugmagnet]

[Carol's been lifting rubble, saving people from buildings and doing general superhero stuff since the crash. While in civvies because really her costume means nothing here. She approaches Bucky when she sees him and kneels down a bit to be closer to his level]

Need some help?

Open~

[alphatar]

[Salvaging had brought Korra throughout Keeliai and she was now in the Fire Sector. Next to her was a chest high stone cart with stone wheels, each step she took the wheels turned keeping pace with her. Not only was salvaging proving to be an interesting endeavor but it also let her exercise the non-combative purposes of earthbending. Finding things lodged into buildings or the ground had been the majority of her finds in the ‘treasure hunt’ and the one she had just pried out of a fallen lantern was an odd, spherical bit.]

Just what are you supposed to be, a ball? [Talking to no one in particular she accidentally pressed a button and the little black stripe that was lining the sphere protruded a small lens and a thin laser burst forth slicing easily through a nearby fire fountain and the wrecked building behind it.]

Ahh! Nonono, STOP! [Frantically scrambling her fingers around as it continued making its line of destruction, Korra panicked and finally found out how to turn it off. Giving a huge sigh of relief she held the small sphere to eye level and glared at it.] Don’t you ever do that again.

[Reaching over the edge of her cart she placed it very carefully onto the “functional” side of the techno-gadgets, doodads, and trinkets pile in her cart. Some of them had been cool, pretty, or just plain nice to look at and others had been like that one. Looking like a simple toy and turning out to be dangerous as heck.]

[urbanmagic]

[... Well, that was new.]

Are you sure you should be putting all of those together? They might perform mutiny behind your back.

[holyflame]

Looks like the little guy's giving you a lot of attitude, huh Korra? [Shayla can't be seen at ground level because she's taken it upon herself to perch on a high spot and watch the ensuing chaos with mild amusement.

She'll jump down momentarily to take a peek into the chest at all of the treasures Korra managed to gather for herself. Very impressive.] Nice haul, looks like you put a lotta work into this. Need any help?

OPEN

[dracobin]

[Temeraire is drawn to shiny metal things like a moth to a flame, and with the damage in Fire Sector more or less contained for the time being, he has ventured out into the street at last.

At present he is crouched over a particularly large and complicated piece of machinery--likely malfunctioning, given the sheer amount of sparks emitting from it--and appearing to be in the middle of deciding whether or not he should attempt to poke it with a claw. He will, however, willingly abandon it for something equally interesting, or if someone requires help shifting rubble out of the way to reach another bit of scrap.]

[dunnage]

[ the technology is beyond Laurence's understanding, and he gives it rather wide berth in respect, keeping both arms folded behind his back as he surveys the wreckage.

He understands the rather magpie-like nature of dragons, but truth be told, had rather strong reservations about bringing a foreign piece of machinery back to quarters. Besides the fact it was otherworldly and manufactured for purposes unknown, he also suspected the sparking could pose a rather large fire hazard. ]

My dear, if you would oblige me, help me lift this piece up; there seems to be something underneath.

[ something less fire hazardy, perhaps ]

[philosophe]

[Temeraire is very hard to miss, as is the sparking piece of machinery. So what's a (sort of) mad scientist to do except run over and poke at it?]

Hallo, Temeraire!