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The Aurora Explosion

URSULA's voice crackles on over all forms of communication, radio and telepathic. In both, her transmission seems unstable. "Warning. Urgent. Attention required. I really mean it. Please evacuate the water. If impossible, hide immediately. The blast will be incoming from the east. The Aurora has reached critical status. Dark Matter engines failing. Core system failure impending, counting down in ten... nine... eight... sev-- sev-- five... four... three... tw--"

The explosion is felt everywhere.

Should any be above the surface in the line of sight of the Aurora, they will witness the fires of explosion. The outer shell pops and bursts into flame, billowing out, a deafening roar that cracks with a heavy wave buoying through the water. Shocks of steam fill the air, scalding what surfaces they burst over. A rain begins.

In some ways, it is the safest place to witness.

Below, the explosion ricochets. A shock blasts through the water, then another, sending wave after wave pushing seaweed flat down, knocking animals about, scattering and rocking sand. Pulses of burning hot bubbles shake through a radius, fizzling out only after it sears and disperses to ravage what rises above. Cold water filaments web through the pods of heat. The ocean shudders.

Even as far as the base, the Aurora’s explosion makes itself known. The whole structure shudders on its supports, loose items shaking and falling, rushes of white and dark water bursting past the observatory windows in one wave, another, a third, and in one empty observatory, a crack breaks through the glass, forcing URSULA to seal off the area temporarily.

Rain still falls above the Aurora’s wreckage. The last of the fires will be doused. When the waters become cool again, new sea life will move in to make food of the their dead brethren.

A strange keening shivers in the air at the edge of hearing.

[As a note, direct any questions regarding this event to the March OOC Post! And a special note for Korosensei, go for it ♥]

BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS

Comments

[oneandmikleonly]

[Sorey and Mikleo are lucky, in that they still haven't ventured too far afield -- the explosion caught them in the water but quite near the base, so they avoid the heat and the worst of the force. Still, the waves were fairly brutal, and they were near one of the networks of coral and stone columns. Being smacked into those? Not fun.

They drag a bit coming in: for the most part they're just bruised, but Mikleo's leaning on Sorey some for support. It's Sorey who looks around and goes:]

Is everyone all right? Has everyone come in--?

[Mikleo just looks dazed -- he took a bit more of a knock, but mostly it's the violent roiling of the ocean that's seriously getting to him. There's a low mutter of telepathic broadcast from him, underlying Sorey's questions: calm down, calm down. Is he talking to him, you, the ocean, or just himself? At least it means everyone can tell there's a second person there with Sorey.]

[imsorey]

[Every few seconds, in between looking around and trying to do a headcount of who made it in and who didn't, he shoots Mikleo a concerned look.]

Want to sit down?

[oneandmikleonly]

[He'll nod, and then shut his eyes tight right after: that was a bad idea, it makes the floor feel even more like it's rocking under his feet. And here he was starting to think he could get used to living in the water.]

[imsorey]

[He doesn't ask anymore questions and simply brings Mikleo to the first place with a sitting area he can find, which turns out to be the dining area. The whole incident has made him restless, though, so instead of taking a seat too he hovers unhelpfully, glancing between the ocean outside and Mikleo.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[That little telepathic litany has a pattern, Sorey will find...it matches the rush and pulse of water by the glass. Mikleo slumps a little in the chair Sorey puts him in, elbows on the table, pushing the heels of his palms against his eyes; eventually, he'll feel a little more together.]

Don't...fuss. I'm okay.

[imsorey]

I am not fussing.

[He is, and he knows it, but he tries to fuss less when Mikleo says it. The water calming helps settle some of the tension in his shoulders and he leans against the table. When there's a pause in the ocean's rhythm he steps in with some mental humming, badly and off-key, trying to pull him away from the current a bit.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[...okay, Sorey probably can't see it from his angle, but that does get him to crack a smile, his telepathic broadcast faltering ans starting to fade a bit.]

That sounds terrible.

[imsorey]

It's hard to make up a tune off the top of your head. Cut me some slack.

[The humming stutters a little as he talks--it's hard to keep up the mental tune when he's speaking, but he manages.]

[oneandmikleonly]

That's not even a tune.

[His own broadcast blurs a bit more, as he tries to reach past his wooziness and rein it in to keep Sorey from doing it more; it really is kind terrible to listen to, like a purely tonal version of Sorey's attempts at poetry.

(But he is still amused.)]

[imsorey]

Tough crowd. Okay, how about this one?

[The hum stops for a second while he thinks up a different tune, and then starts up again without preamble. It's not as bad as the first one, but he's distracted and the sound flounders when his eyes dart at a piece of movement down a hallway or something swimming outside.]

[discardia]

Sorey, Mikleo!!

[ And here's Cardia, maybe a little wobbly and with a cut on one cheek, but otherwise completely unharmed. She's been fairly lucky, in that she hadn't been outside of the base when the explosion had hit, but that just means she's more than a little worried about everyone else. ]

Are you all right??

[imsorey]

[Sorey is wobbly and bruised up from being knocked around, but he's still walking on two feet and helping Mikleo stay steady.]

We're okay! A little banged up, but okay.

[He can't help but steal a worried glance at Mikleo, too obviously concerned for his words to ring as true as they should.]

What about you? Is everything alright?

[discardia]

I'm fine, things just shook around a little bit, and fell-- [ But she's obviously more worried about the two of you. ]

[imsorey]

[He can tell, and he feels bad for worrying her, even if they couldn't exactly help it. His eyes cast around for the closest place to sit, not wanting Mikleo to stay on his feet longer than he needs to.]

We're really okay, just a little shaken. How about we sit down for a minute?

[discardia]

Of course--

[ Except Cardia won't sit, she'll just help get them settled and proceed to stand there anxiously, because she honestly has no idea how else to help them. ]

[imsorey]

[Sorey will make Mikleo sit, but he's still too wound up from the explosion to settle down himself.]

You're hurt. Do you need me to take a look at it?

[He remembers the no touching part, so he just gestures towards the bleeding cheek without getting too close to her.]

[discardia]

Oh... no, it's nothing that won't heal on its own. I keep forgetting it's there.

[ Not a lie. ]

[imsorey]

Cuts usually do heal on their own, but it, uh, takes a while.

[He assumes that's what she means, anyways.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[The calm down note coming from Mikleo slurs a bit -- it sounds like he's trying to say I'm fine at the same time. It's not super convincing, but he also doesn't seem any more banged up than Sorey physically, and he can still talk past it, with an effort.]

Just...taken by surprise...are you? You're bleeding...

[discardia]

A few things fell, but I'm fine. [ Seriously. It's a very thin cut, and it should probably heal quickly, but Mikleo doesn't look all that steady at all. Or... sound like it? ]

[oneandmikleonly]

Glad to hear it...we're mostly okay too, we just. Need to sit down...

[stop moving, calm, it'll be fine--ugh.]

[discardia]

Are you feeling dizzy? Once you're sitting, you should try to take deeper breaths.

[ TO A CHAIR. Or two. Gosh, the both of you...!! ]

[oneandmikleonly]

On it...

[He manages to crack the slightest smile at that, trying to be reassuring. It looks like Sorey's helpfully dragging him to a nearby seat, though, and he does take deeper breaths as instructed, the telepathy subsiding to a duller beat that matches time with the water outside.]

Let's hope...that's the only time we have to deal with something like this.

[discardia]

I hope so... I'm not sure how to even prepare for something like what just happened.

[oneandmikleonly]

'Sit very still in an empty room' isn't really...practical, it's true.