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WHO || Thomas, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena Gilbert, Burt, ??, ??, ?? [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights begin a three-prong recon mission to push forward their intelligence operations on NOVA Records
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans
WHEN || Monday, Oct 15th [Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Towering above our heroes is the fifteen-story NOVA Record Headquarters, an L-shaped structure tipped with a winged roof, covered in reflective window linings that paint a portrait of the New Orleans skyline across its panels. Foot traffic streams in and out, a parade of Bluetooth wearing suits, women in nine-inch heels, and extravagantly dressed stars surrounded by guards and entourage members.

But the lavish exterior hides a dark secret or two, and the Knights have sworn to shine a light on all of them.

Why is a record company funding a church that supports Shadowkind slavery? What are the 'experiments' for which they're buying up Shadowkind DNA, and how does it relate to the mysterious behavioral-control chip found in the displacer beast released in the museum? And, of course, what do they want with Jade, and what do they know about the Lazarus Talisman's current location?

Answers are rarely straightforward on their journey, and it looks like another complication or two are on the way.... ]

Comments

[notaroundme]

[It's takes her a long, precious moment to regain any kind of sense. Her chest is burning, her first instinct is to inhale in an attempt to fill her lungs with air, but water hits the back of her throat when she tries, causing her to cough and push with her limbs against the water surrounding her.

It occurs to her, briefly, that she should not be able to move so freely, that she should be strapped into a seat, which is also missing. It's only her, floating alone in the dark.

And then the thought is gone and she is thinking only of her survival. Her soaked clothes weigh her down, and her thoughts are dragging as her brain screams for oxygen, but she manages to kick her legs and pull her arms toward what she can only hope is up and toward the surface.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ as a throbbing pain sears through her forehead, her hand bursts out of the water, feeling a chill rush of air, and comes down on a hard, cold surface. it's slick from the water, but seems sturdy enough to try and pull herself up (if she can roll a strength check of at least 9 [d20 + str mod]). it feels much more like a man-made ledge than anything natural, with its hard, smooth, straight lines. ]

[notaroundme]

[Her fingers try to grip the slick surface as she attempts to pull herself up. She gets about halfway, but her muscles are fatigued from the chill and the lack of air, and she falls back down into the water (she rolled a 7), trying just to keep a grip on the ledge to prevent her head from submerging again.

She coughs violently before she attempts to call for help, but instead finds herself just trying to get air first while trying to avoid getting another mouthful of water.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ her back hits against something hard and solid -- apparently, whatever body of water she's in is remarkably shallow. water spurts out of her lungs with every cough, making it difficult to even rasp in further breaths. above, incredibly bright lights practically blind. ]

[notaroundme]

[Her back colliding into another wall has her attempting to spin in the water before her arms and legs press outward to see if she can secure some sort of handhold to try and help steady her, or mabye even find the bottom and try to stand. Her head tilts upward, to keep her mouth and nose above water while she tries to regain any sort of breath. Her eyes open, then immediately shut again as the insanely bright lights momentarily blind her.

If nothing else, she hopes her struggles will make enough noise to alert anyone nearby, even as she continues to try and persevere on her own.]

(frozen comment)

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a shape is thrust in front of her vision, that momentarily coalesces into a hand, an arm, an incredibly handsome face... and he's asking if she needs a hand up, sounding as if she's not exactly in any mortal peril.

response can go over here! ]