Event | Satellite | Spectres!

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 23 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: Repairs and salvage operations operating innocently have triggered an invasion of spectres that possess and wreak havoc upon all they see.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres


Questions | Keeliai | ARSHEPHELIOS


Salvage is sweet, but not all is well on board the ARSHEPHELIOS cluster. The seamless cylinders salvaged from debris and the cluster, now being frequently traded, turn out to be pods the first time one is penetrated or cracked open. Each breached pod releases a flood of energy-based apparitions hellbent on world domination -- or, more accurately, person domination (and it's not the fun kind).

These apparitions -- spectres, if you will -- are driven by a need to protect the technology of the satellite cluster that their pods are associated with. They will stop at nothing to see this through. Each is immune to physical attacks, but seem to be injured or dissipated entirely by things like electrical shock or other energy-based projections. If people touch them, there is also a brief window of vulnerability, but it acts also like a door that swings both way. Through contact, these spectres can and will invade one's psyche, take over their body and cause them to attack friend or foe alike! Should the possessed body be subjected to sufficient electrical shock, the possession should fade. Strong natural will can also drive the spectres out, but it is no walk in the park to do so. Possession is not the only tool in the arsenal, for these spectres use electricity as their main offensive weapon. They'll leave deep-tissue burns on anyone they fight, and show no degree of fatigue after constant use of it.

Ten thousand of these creatures will be freed from pods, resulting in a veritable flood of Keeliai, the turtleside, and the satellite cluster. With such a driven enemy, it comes down to killing or being killed.

Meanwhile, those taking shelter indoors may notice that the spectres will get into the biomechanical functions of Keeliai. Consoles will be malfunctioning during this time, with lines of mysterious code and strange, ghostly images. One might hear people screaming for help or hours of patchy radio static.

Comments

[notamachine]

[NO HE WILL NOT JUST]

You don't have room to talk, you practically burned yourself out helping me! [Dean will see that glare and raise it a glower.] How are you supposed to help anybody if you run out your batteries?

[bondsprofoundly]

[FUCK YOUR GLOWER BITCH]

I know my limitations, much better than you do. I know of what I'm capable. You, on the other hand, would get yourself killed before you observe your own.

[notamachine]

[Oh, here we go.]

Better me than them!

[bondsprofoundly]

[Bitch if you thought that was what you needed to say to get Cas to bring you along you are so fuckin' deluded.

In fact, Cas is going to close the distance between you two, grab you by the lapels and pull you up so he can growl right into your face.]

Too bad.

I won't allow it.

[Hopefully your knees are bent, because Cas has decided to hell with it and flown the rest of the way to the Water Sector so he could shove you into your bed and get to work on warding the room.]

[notamachine]

[His knees were not bent.

And now he feels like he's going to be sick.

Cas, you dick. You massive dick.]

The fuck are you-- [Ugh, hang on. Okay. Better.] Cas, don't you dare.

[bondsprofoundly]

[Get up and walk across the room to stop him then.

Cas dutifully ignores the shit out of Dean and opens a wound on his hand to paint a spell circle in blood on the table. He needs a bowl where are your bowls.]

[notamachine]

[The bowls are in a cabinet in the kitchen where they belong, dumbass.]

Cas. Stop fucking ignoring me.

[bondsprofoundly]

[Ah there they are. Let's just- do you have salt? Good, right there. Oh good it's sea salt, that should work better. Cas crushes some up in the bowl.]

[notamachine]

[Okay then. Dean is just going to get off the bed, walk over and take the damn bowl.] I said stop ignoring me.

[bondsprofoundly]

[So Dean, you were saying that your hands are numb? What if Cas just kind of slapped your hand and took the bowl back, would you even be able to make a grip tight enough to grab it again?]

[notamachine]

[The answer is no, he cannot, but at least he didn't yelp when Cas did that. Shut up.] What, suddenly you can't talk? Fine. I'll do the talking for us. You are wiped out. If you go out there again, you are gonna get your ass handed to you. Or worse. I mean look at you!

[Insert grand, Dean-shaped gesture here. It doesn't really mean anything, so feel free to ignore it.] You barely got us back, didn't you? I bet you can't even fly right now.

[bondsprofoundly]

[That Cas can't fly is true and he's kind of annoyed that Dean guessed that. He stares at Dean for a moment too long -and now Dean knows he's right- before he gets back to putting together the spell. The place still needs to be warded, whether or not he's going out.] I'll need some of your blood too.

[notamachine]

[Hah. Point for Dean. In fact, he is so pleased by this point that he holds out his hand without complaint. He'll bust out of here later, after they're both rested up a bit--and after he's done a little reading so see if there's anything he can do to prevent a second possession.] Here.

[bondsprofoundly]

[Cas cuts open Dean's hand, squeezes his palm to drip the blood into the bowl and adds some of his own before mixing it. He snaps his fingers over the bowl to light it aflame, says a few words and then takes the mixture over to Dean's door to scrawl on it.

...All right. Fine. He can admit that he's not fit for battle right now.] We'll both rest for now. [And if Dean can even think of something he can do to be helpful, he can come along.]