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TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG
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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!
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[A simple nod, turning her attention back to the moss-dog, who was waiting patiently for the oar to be thrown again. So she scooped it up using her powers, half to demonstrate to Yuri and half for the animal, and tossed the oar a ways down the bank for the beast to chase after.]
[Hm. The idea was good, but...]
I can try. I've only been able to move big things for a week or so. I can't promise to keep you steady very long, though.
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( he squints at her, already working on untying the boat. )
Mostly I meant use the pole to keep the boat in place. Tie me to the boat so I can't get pulled downstream or anything, that's all. I can pull myself back up, right? I've got strong legs. I can swim.
( he sounds factual and self assured; teenagers often are, but in this he feels very assured of his own body. his whole life is a certain on point physicality. he has to trust in what his body can do.
which is why once they're out on the water, tossing that oar for the moss-frogdog still, that he strips down to his boxers and tries to slip into the water with the least amount of splashing as possible. he's not sure, but flailing sounds like it'll attract attention. while the moss-frogdog is louder than he is, he feels a little reassured, even in this low visibility.
he checks the rope where it knots to the front of the boat, then the second rope, tied in the same place. the water's chill as far as he's concerned; he kicks his legs, hating the scent, hating the feel of it, and glances up to Eleanor. )
If I'm not back up in forty seconds, pull me the hell out of there.
( taking a deep breath, Yuri dives.
it's not so bad at first: he shoots straight down, using his eyes and feeling less of a sting than he expected, hands reaching out, one dragging the second rope, the first rope a living presence around his waist and at his side. he doesn't want to tell anyone about his gross swamp adventure. not unless this succeeds. he needs to see Anya again, to see Dave. he needs to call his grandpa. he even vaguely wants to see stupid Viktor and stupid Yuuri, familiar as they are, but he's not as sure about them. they're not quite comfortable. but they're better than many adults he's run into. more... consistent, he guesses.
he finds the chest, scrabbling to fit the second rope around it, underneath decorative elements that give it purchase. one that is almost too thick, scaly; something that's caught around the chest? or grown up against it. it's only as Yuri sees that scaly thing move, attached to a log that quickly becomes not a log, but a living thing, that he realises he was wrong.
he manages to kick off the bottom to the side to avoid the first attack by the mutant alligator, wondering if it was an alligator or a crocodile. what's the difference? such a stupid detail to be hung up on in those split seconds where the gator slams into him and Yuri desperately clamps himself down around those open jaws. the rope catches around his waist, leaving a burn he can feel as the gator tries to shake him off, heading for the surface and breaching even as Yuri gasps for air. )
Help!
( is all he has time or mind for, yanking at the knot that was leaving bruises around his gut as the gator slams back into the dirty water, starting to roll. it ends up unwittingly helping Yuri, who finds that he's pulled off the rope from his own waist and managed to start it winding around the gator's mouth, keeping its jaws closed.
he doesn't feel the bruising or the bleeding from scratches and sharp scaley ridges tearing into unprotected, exposed flesh. right now he's waiting for an opportunity to swim the hell away and get out of the water. gators don't bodyslam boats, right? just giant squid? like the one in Dave's film with bus-sleeper-guy? )
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[Eleanor was getting kind of used to being assumed to be her abilities, so...actually it was kind of nice to be asked to do something that didn't involve her powers, really. So she hopped onto the boat with him, scooping up the big stick to use to steady it, as the moss-dog watched them from the bank, happily play-gnawing on the oar.]
[Steadying the boat, at least, was easy enough, and she braced it against the rod, holding the rope with her other arm, wrapped several times around her forearm just to be safe. And then Yuri was under the water, and she just got to stand there, feeling the faint tugs as he moved around beneath her.]
[And then the sudden yank as Yuri was moving quickly...away? And she tensed, scanning the murky water. What was going...OH!]
[She nearly fell over in surprise as he surfaced nearby with...bloody hell was that an alligator? An alligator clearly intent on attacking him. Shit. Shit shit shit!]
[She tried lashing out towards him and the animal with her telekinesis, but the surface of the water and the constant splashes left her grasping at nothing, and she hissed in frustration. What could she do? If she dove in, she'd be in as much trouble as he was.]
[Her gaze searched the water, then the shore, where the frog-dog was running back and forth along the bank, either worried or excited, and then back. Maybe...]
Try to dive away from it!
[She shouted, as she released her grip on the pole, hoping the boat would be kind for a moment, and swept her hand up towards the bank. Several mossy rocks floated from the ground and darted over to her, and her eyes narrowed, waiting for an opening where Yuri wasn't in the way so she could try hitting the monster...]
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Yuri doesn't even manage to haul himself in the boat. the rope attached to the gator is threatening to compromise the boat itself; he fumbled through untying it, grimacing and ignoring the burn of rope as it rubs and pulls against his arm, his side, his chest.
the rope is free. quite probably, rocks have been falling under Eleanor's guidance, but Yuri barely can register those details. he's hauling himself into the boat, streaming water and thinned out blood, reaching for the rope around the chest and bracing his feet as he attempts to steady the boat while hauling upward, riding the vestiges of his own adrenaline rush. )
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[And then suddenly he's clinging to the outside of the boat, and she doesn't have to worry, and the air is full of rocks as she yanks them from the shore and sends them raining down into the water. She's lost track of the alligator (crocodile?) but hopefully something hit it enough to scare it off. At least, it hasn't come hurling out of the water yet as Yuri pulls the chest onto the boat.]
[The sudden extra energy of his motion and the chest itself hitting the bottom sends the boat teetering, and Eleanor lets out a shout as she falls over, nearly tumbling from the boat too but grabbing the edge and steadying herself, just sitting in the bottom. The rain of rocks ends as her attention breaks...]
[So where's the crocodile?]
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the world does not do more than continue on, the rope and alligator gone... from the surface. thrashing, the alligator reappears off to their left, trying to free itself from the rope. Yuri lurches up and jams down with the pole, pushing them at a diagonal to the right and toward the bank. )
Shit! Stupid lizard!
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[Eleanor comment with a groan as she pushed up onto her knees, trying to keep steady as Yuri shoved the boat towards the bank. Eleanor shook her head, eyes closed to clear the dizziness from the fall, and then stretched out one hand towards the rear of the boat.]
[Yuri would feel a sudden surge as her powers helped to push them along. Maybe the crocodile would lose interest when they were on the shore.]
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( he half growls, even as the boat suddenly glides forward far faster than he'd been managing under pole use alone. he glances her way, still frowning, but it's because of the situation as a whole, not so much her. he nods his head once, a thanks, then guides them parallel to the bank, checking for anything running at them in the water.
instead, the mossy frogdog of the swamp is hop-pacing them from the bank, looking hopeful once they're away from where the alligator had been last seen thrashing around. )
Where did you hide yourself this whole time?
Ribbark!
( he stares, glances back toward Eleanor, and then slowly slides down to a seat, starting to laugh helplessly. that was the singular most stupid sound he's heard out of anything recently, and his exhaustion is starting to hit with the adrenaline levels sharply fallen off. help him. help him so much. )
Did you -- hear that shit?
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Maybe he's a pacifist swamp-dog.
[She said as she turned to look out at the water. It was still now, the alligator thing seemingly gone beneath the surface, but that didn't make her feel much better because it was still there somewhere, right? And angry at them. Unless it had somehow choked on the rope and drowned.]
[Was she a bad person for wishing that? Probably. Oh well.]
[She turned back at the sound, looking incredulously at the frogdog, and he did it again.]
Ribbark!
[And she just burst out laughing. The sound was actually a little creepy, but also sort of cute? His derpy face didn't help that, to be fair.]
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I vote we don't go swimming again.
( still flopped there, next to the chest, and eventually rolling over to stare at it while contusions and lacerations decorate his legs and arms and torso. no major damage, but plenty of smaller stuff. )
There's a lock.
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...If it's been down there long enough, we can probably smash it open.
[She reached out to pick up a fist sized rock and offered it out to him. He'd saved the chest, he deserved to open it.]
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Maybe the lock...
( lifting his hand and smashing the rock down on the lock, rewarded by a crack and the lock breaking into three pieces. Yuri pulls them out from the latch, nodding to Eleanor. oof, that makes him dizzy. )
Hah! See what's inside.
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[A quick push of the lid reveals a pile of photographs? She pulls out several, looking them over...and then a grin breaks out as she reaches inside and tugs out a key!]
Yes!
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Hell yes! One key found! We're kickass, and that freaking alligator --
( the waters splash and the dock shakes and groans as said alligator, half wrapped up in rope, throws itself up onto the dock with them. Yuri scrambles up and to the side, eyes wide. )
Shit! What the fuck?!