TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG

[recollecters]

TEAM SNOW WHITE

READY: START Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings... This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions! The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part Two 10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST) 17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two 24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST) Objectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work.

Comments

[belligerentwarrior]

Don't go overworkin' yourself.

[...Says the one throwing herself at yetis and hauling around mildewy camping supplies in an improvised tarp-backpack.]

[Freya adds a pile of broken pickaxes to the table, and starts using the axe-head of one to start hacking off the splintered handles.]

How've you been holdin' up?

[notyourutopian]

I'm fine.

[Said automatically, without looking up, as she examined the bits of a broken headlamp. At the second question, she set the lamp down but didn't turn around.]

Well, I just spent a week sleeping in a mine and eating scraps and now I'm in a restaurant in a swamp trying to fix a mining helmet. I'm cold, I'm tired, everything I'm wearing is wet and I miss my mom. And my bed. And my dog. And Yukiko.

[A beat.]

And I'd murder someone for a sandwich.

[Another beat.]

So, like I said. Fine.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya arches an eyebrow in response to all of that. She's honest, at least. The taller woman props her hands on her hips idly, quiet for a moment.]

We can fix three of those. Grab your project and come over here. [And Freya walks inside to the larger shack beside the kitchen.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor didn't move for a moment, trying to decide if she was feeling stubborn enough to not follow. But at this point, it wasn't like she could feel worse, so she gathered up the bits of helmet she was working on and made to silently follow after Freya.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[She snatches up one of the sleeping bags from the shelf, laying it out.] Sit.

[Freya's tone brooks no argument.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor opened her mouth to, not object exactly, but ask what was going on. But honestly, sitting down sounded nice, and it was a little warmer in the cabin. After a moment of thinking about it, she just sank down onto the sleeping back, sitting cross-legged, and setting her half-fixed mining helmet on the floor in front of her.]

[And then she looked at Freya.]

What am I doing, exactly?

[belligerentwarrior]

Carry on. [Freya gestures vaguely at the headlamp as she circles around Eleanor, sitting crosslegged herself, settling back-to-back with the younger woman.]

[She focuses, and gently, warmth starts seeping through Freya's back.] Can't do anything about your bed, or your dog, or your people, but at least those damned QR codes were good for something, yeah?

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor was not expecting that in the least, from the moment Freya sat down, to that sudden rush of warmth. It startled her enough that she almost pulled away, and it was only the older woman speaking that kept her from doing so.]

[And then, she had to admit, it did feel rather nice.]

You're like a portable space heater.

[She said, her voice slightly teasing.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya chuckles a little.] Guess so. Been this way for the last week.

[She leans back a bit more against Eleanor. She's tired as hell, herself, and the less she has to hold herself upright, the better. Freya doubted she could maintain the warmth while sleeping.] Let me know if it gets too warm, yeah? Hopefully this'll help dry your clothes, too.

[notyourutopian]

Huh.

[Eleanor shifted faintly so Freya could relax, leaning forward a tad and beginning to work on her helmet again.]

Did it start when the convention center went all insane?

[belligerentwarrior]

Mm. Right around then, yeah; didn't notice it immediately, so who knows? Maybe it started sooner.

[Freya takes in a slow breath, focusing on spreading the heat out more evenly, trying to heat the air in the room as well.]

Pretty handy of you to fix those broken things up.

[notyourutopian]

Thanks. [She smiled to herself.] I've always been good at stuff like this.

And it's kind of nice to be helpful without...you know...waving my magic powers around.

[She said 'magic powers' as if she still didn't entirely approve of them.]

[belligerentwarrior]

I bet. [Freya still had her own reservations about them, but she wouldn't turn away anything useful.]

[Plus, the jumping was kind of fun when she stuck the landings.]

You mind if I ask what you remember, before we woke up in that damned pit? [Her voice remains casual, despite the serious turn of topic.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor hesitated.]

It was after the convention. I...wound up on the beach after fighting those monsters.

[She hesitates, and there's a noticeable shiver as the image of the spider splicers flashes through her head.]

Then...[Hm.] I'm not...sure.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya turns her head a bit at the shiver, but decides against pressing for the moment.]

Mm. Same story for me. That thing drained the ocean dry, then... carried off in the jaws of one of those monsters, and here we are. [Her thoughts drift briefly to her roommates and to Pen, and her own parents.]

Once your clothes are dry, you should get some shuteye. Never know when this's gonna change.

[notyourutopian]

Yeah.

[Eleanor wasn't even sure she remembered a monster dragging her off. She had been talking to Ann and then...Mm. No sense dwelling on it now.]

Sleep isn't exactly the easiest thing to do right now.

[She returned her attention to her mining helmet, carefully replacing the last few wires inside the battery casing.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya hums a noise, somewhere between amused and acknowledging.]

Worried?

[She herself could sleep for what felt like days, but Freya's been fighting off a lot of things. Her ribs still ached with every moment, courtesy of that yeti.]

[notyourutopian]

Aren't you? We still don't know where we are or how we got here. Or how we get back.

[The wires slipped into place as she spoke, and her voice grew a little quieter.]

If we get back.

[belligerentwarrior]

We'll get back. [Freya responds in a confidant, brooks-no-argument tone. She has to get back. She will get back. Her family's in that monster ridden city; so was everyone else she cared about.]

We've held it together so far. And I'm not just talkin' about the mine; think about everything Retrospec's thrown at us. We're gonna find our way back, and take everyone with us.

[notyourutopian]

Well you make it rather hard to argue.

[Eleanor said this with a small laugh, which was better than the dark tones in her voice a moment earlier, though they weren't gone either.]

I hope you're right. We just haven't had much luck stopping anything else retrospec has done.

Though I'll admit this feels more like a game than anything else has. And if it is, we can win it.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya snorts quietly.] Sure, we haven't prevented a damn thing, but we've survived it. We'll pull through this, raise a little hell on the way, and see everyone again.

After those caves, with next-to-no-food and an abominable snowman? We'll coast through this. [She half-heartedly waves a hand in the direction of the river outside the storage shack.]

[notyourutopian]

You're awfully optimistic. Spend a lot of time trapped in swamps?

[Teasing, it seemed, was easier than really dwelling on the situation. But she was grateful for what Freya was saying. It was nice to hear a little optimism.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[That gives Freya a little bit of pause, tilting her back to stare at nothing in particular about the ceiling. She makes a thoughtful little noise.]

Don't think optimism is the right word. I guess it's more... determination. Like I won't accept anything less than seein' everyone again.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor was quiet at that. She could understand it, really, because no matter how frustrated she got, she knew she wasn't going to give up. She'd always been pretty terrible at giving up, really. Still.]

I suppose we're lucky you're here, then.

[belligerentwarrior]

[That catches her a little off-guard.] Hah. Wait until we know where we are before you go sayin' that.