melodiesoflife | Event || The Answer

Event || The Answer

Characters: All characters who signed-up for the event.
Where: South Continent of Balance (Imperial Territories)
When: April 20th to April 30th.
Summary: The Heroes of Light have lost consciousness and now find themselves in the middle of nowhere, without their Moogles and away from everything they know. They will have to get back home, but what awaits them on the path? For more information, please check the First OOC Post and Second OOC Post.
Warning: Bad things.

Group 01: Team Hijinks House
Group 02: Team Brigands
Group 03: Team Discovery Channel
Group 04: Sephiroth's (In)Sanity Squad
Group 05: Team (Bad) Shipping Advice
Group 06: Team Blue-Haired Lords on Fire
Group 07: Team Mom and Late Sleepers
Group 08: Nothing Bad Will Happen
Group 09: The Hellhounds
Group 10: Loftwings, A Working Title
Group 11: Team Oni
Group 12: Team F.N.T.I²
Group 13: Team Name-In-Progress
Group 14: Team The-Mods-Couldn’t-Brain-A-Name
Group 15: Seraphim Shenanigans

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[Tazendra is on her feet, checking the time via her Custom Job and looking for trouble]

Well, this is unexpected.

[She doesn't sound worried; more interested.]

"Come the fuck on, already!" The heels of Jack's hands are pressing into his eyes. "I thought I'd just nodded off on guard duty." Which would be troubling in itself, since Jack has been back to not needing as much sleep.

Jack's tone is the pure frustration of a man who is getting tired of this world messing with them. He is still laying on the ground, and he digs inside his belt pouch for the vortex manipulator. He lifts it up so he can read it, not even bothering to get up. "Okay, baby, tell me something good..." At last check, the Universal Date should read the year 3943297 (Happy New Year), so how far off are they now?

There is a very long pause, before Jack answers with a flat, "No." The hand that holds the vortex manipulator drops back down to his own face. Jack lets out a half-sigh, half-growl as even his technology fails him. "That's never happened before..."

No year. Not something interfering with the signal, just nothing.

Edited (We upgraded from frustrated to facepalm) 2016-04-22 17:44 (UTC)

"Is something amiss?" Tazendra was noticing this as well. Her... well, the simulacrum of the Orb created by her Crystal had trouble with the local dating system, though it had adapted to a 24-hour day well enough. But normally it at least attempted to give a year, even if it was based on the number of days elapsed since Tazendra had left her world. Now she can't even get the days elapsed since she left her world, or the local year. Just 'April 20th' and the time.

Ordinarily, when someone gives Jack an open ended question like that, he would take it as an invitation for him to go on a very long tirade about every single thing that is amiss. "Tazendra," acknowledging the voice and reminding himself of who he's dealing with here. She has a tendency to cut straight to the quick of any problem. Jack should do the same.

He sits up to look at Tazendra more attentively. "Last thing I knew, I was on guard duty keeping an eye on a camp of us in Aqures Tosf. Definitely not there now. But where are we? And when." Jack holds up the vortex manipulator. "This thing isn't getting a lock on our date. And that's never happened before."

Jack pulls his feet underneath him and stands up. He is still clad in full plate mail, the cloth tabard over the top, stylized to look like his old coat. He glances at the figures of the people around him. "Am I the only one here from there?" Jack cups his hands to his mouth and raises his voice in a shout. "Chiaki!?" His housemate can certainly take care of herself, but she is definitely the one that Jack is worried about.

"I was in Aquares Ixen," Tazendra said. "I had been spending a night out." Which was normal for her; Tazendra kept later hours, most days, and was gregarious. And it meant she still had her weapons, though tavern owners started insisting that Tazendra keep cords looped around her sword so it would take her a minute to draw it.

"We are not far from there." Not that she was certain, but this looked like the Calm Plains. She'd explored a lot of the surrounding area out of curiosity and looking for trouble.

K'pandolu pushed herself to her feet, consciousness gained through a mix of sound and awareness of the temperature. She scanned the area, half-listening, and squinted at the horizon.

"Perhaps a day's travel, or maybe two," she hazarded, and frowned. "What might have brought us out here, though…?"

She couldn't help an envious look at Tazendra and Jack- in these temperatures, she preferred to stay well inside of nights, and wasn't quite so prepared for the outdoors in consequence.

"And for what purpose?"

Bleary-eyed and slightly tired sounding, Minfilia spoke from behind K'pandolu still dressed in her White Mage clothing. That was the last time she would fall asleep wearing work clothes but that wasn't the more pressing matter.

"Has anything happened to each of us before waking here?" Maybe if something matched, it could be a step closer to this odd mystery.

No Chiaki or Zack or their mysterious host from Aqures Tosf. Damn it. But Jack quickly shifts his focus back onto the task at hand. Jack unbuckles the coat from over top of his armor, and offers the warmer wool garment over to K'pandolu. "If you're more familiar with this area, lead the way, but I'll keep point with you. Calm Plains aren't super-dangerous, but I'll help keep an eye out." Pause. "Just- uh. Don't bother wasting any healing magic on me, deal? Some of it isn't going to work right, save it for the others." Jack looks around at everyone to make sure they understand.

Jack's gaze settles on the woman he is unfamiliar with. "Captain Jack Harkness," but his tone stays serious, business-like. "I dont remember anything else, just nodded off to sleep. Aqures Tosf one minute, woke up here."

K'pandolu accepted the tabard, settling it over her own clothes as best she could. She already felt better, and nodded to Jack. "Thank you," she said, offering a quick smile. "I'll return it as soon as I'm able."

As for what might have happened to her- She shook her head, ears flicking back in embarrassment. "I don't recall anything of import happening before sleeping myself," she admitted.

"Nor do I. And I was awake." But, Tazendra considered. "This is not the first time something odd has happened to Heroes."

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