#event: the drones

[akhilaasthana]

>> 📱 Baskar

Akhila: Sorry I lost you, had to deal with an emergency. Where are you? Akhila: Baskar please tell me you haven't gone with them have you?

[cityofevelynx]

Event: The Drone part 002 Characters: Evelyn & Zaid @zaidshair Location: Near the medcenter

This place was one disaster after another! If the relentless attacks from those insane robotic hornets weren't enough, now there were these creepy creatures digging everywhere. It was chaos: people scattering, fighting to survive. The whole scene felt too close to some twisted sci-fi movie, and Evelyn could hardly believe it. But ridiculous or not, her instincts kicked in. Agent training didn’t just disappear, and she moved into fight mode without a second thought, scanning for threats and bracing herself for whatever came next.

Evelyn was determined to find anyone or anything that could lead her to this Beema. It might sound crazy, but she couldn’t stand by and let an innocent person suffer or perish. They might not share any connection, but she had made her own choices now. As she scanned the surroundings, her gaze landed on someone who looked utterly worn out. “Has anyone found a way into the forest to get to Beema or at least a plan?”

[shieldxofelliot]

"I don't know, somewhere with some space, I don't know if staying here in the bungalow would be a good idea." The pack of them could remain swarming around them. Again, they would be sitting ducks and that wasn't going to accomplish anything. "What if these things know we are in here, and what if they're advanced to destroy this place?" Elliot didn't know.

As soon as he heard people screaming, elliot wasn't the type to sit and listen to that. It made him cringe, made him want to do something---anything that could help. He looked over at Zaid, how a moment could change, mood as well. To one of peace and calm to chaos in a matter of seconds. Zaid didn't seem the type to sit back either. Elliot's gaze remained on the other, communicating without words that they should do something.

As the door opened once again, elliot could still hear the noises coming from the hornets. Followed by the fact that Zaid almost got attacked, he had pulled Zaid back when the hornet flew passed them. An initial reaction, or instinct, but Elliot was also looking out. "They're wh--" he heard the other person mention attacking the hub. "Well, I wouldn't let you go alone," he stated as if it was the obvious answer. At the mention of his pebble power, Elliot wasn't confident about that. "I don't know---I don't know how it's activated, I can't control it on a whim. I could try--- " he also didn't want to disappoint either. "even if your power isn't pleasant as you said earlier, can it help too?"

"And go where?" Zaid responded, deciding to just...shut the door and look away. He wished the windows had blinds or curtains to pull. "The bloody things are flying about all over the - the beach and the other bungalows...." Where could possibly be safe? It didn't sound like the robo-hornets had noticed them...so far.

But riding it out didn't seem right either. Outside it wasn't just buzzing and clacking from the strange robotic things but also the sound of people yelling and shouting. People out there doing something, getting answers. And here was Zaid, huddled in a bungalow technically not even his, with a strange bloke he just met. If they survived, what would Elliot tell others, of this moment?

Zaid grimaced at Elliot, then opened the door again, actually stepping out onto the porch to get a better look around. "They...don't seem to be attacking us. Whoa - " Zaid staggered back, as a hornet flew right by at eye's height. Someone followed, and shouted to Zaid: "Hurry, they're attacking the Hub!"

The Hub, with the industrial fridges and outdoor kitchen. Zaid couldn't let it fall to ruin. He looked at Elliot. "I'm going to the Hub, and you should come too, mate. What if you...could you throw pebbles at the hornet-things? If - if they get too close?"

[zprite-x]

Im desperate over here boss

[agentx8d]

‼️THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY‼️

PLEASE REBLOG!

Moatasem (5) and Obida (2), brothers living in the cold tents of Rafah with the rest of their family, and area under threat of invasion.

THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP NOW TO EVACUATE. With the ground invasion of Rafah, this could be their only chance to escape death in the ongoing GENOCIDE! With our help, they can evacuate to safety and live a safe life like EVERYONE deserves.

Every single person in this family has dreams and passions. Every single person is someone’s everything. Please, do what you can to protect them.

PLEASE REBLOG, and donate if you can! ANY HELP COUNTS— SHARING GOES A LONG WAY!

[seraphont]

What's the POV situation on dagoi? is it all from tessa's pov? J's? does it switch? Is any other part from anyone else's pov? Do we see the same events from multiple povs?

It mostly follows from J’s POV! And yes it does switch hehe, especially when the memories are being recounted!

[akhilaasthana]

Akhila: Hornets are gone Akhila: They've dug up a mass grave behind the medicentre. Proceed with caution if you go in. You were right, this place is not as it seems Akhila: Be safe

Darcy: you do realize there are a bunch of americans around, right? you're not really making the pool of options smaller Darcy: but i'm glad he's fine, whoever he is Darcy: and that you are too Darcy: got it boss, gonna be as ready as i possibly can be LATER Darcy: please expsnd on the manic Darcy: no beema yet, but Tej and I found this tunnel near the big one, we are going in

[drone-season]

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[naipan]

Princess Salma bint Abdullah of Jordan shot down 6 drones last night. The Ayatollahs will not have been happy that they were defeated by a woman.

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[akhilaasthana]

This was the world that Akhila new intimately. One with scalpels, hammers, and occasionally saws. “Excellent, that’s the spirit.” She encouraged him, pleased to see his earlier refusal had waned. Whilst some might argue refusal was a sane decision, such rationals didn’t live up under the scrutiny of Akhila. They were needed, therefore they would be supplicant to that need.

Usually... she was entrusting nervous residents, not chefs.

“Here. I want you to cut here with this.” Akhila handed him a scalpel befitting of cutting through the meat on a man’s thigh. “Cut approximately two cms.” Akhila held up her fingers to demonstrate the required depth. “Then once the pressure has been relieved we can work to reset his bones.” She hoped there was some strength in those wiry limbs of his. This was her home, this was the safe haven she’d craved with time stripped of any rational sense. But she was an observing party. It was Zaid who would be enjoying all the fun.

Akhila held tip of the suction device to the aforementioned site on Johnny’s thigh. “There just a little of his fascia. Perfect right, now for the hard work.” The little clear plastic tube sucked up a generous portion of blood.

“That's released, now we’re going to create space in the femur…Johnny’s thigh bone to insert a rod.” Well, Zaid was going to create said space. Akhila stared at him from underneath her glasses as if she could gauge potential for fainting from the white’s of his eyes. Chefs don’t faint. Right, but Akhila hadn’t ever had a chef for a resident before.

Akhila spared Johnny’s obs a brief glance. Another irritation of being a team of one and a half (he only counted as half given his status as contributor of steady hands only), there was no-one to confirm back on. To bark at for status reports.

It was almost lonely.

“Right.” Akhila squeezed the button on the drill it buzzed into action. “Press it like this and it moves not too dissimilar to a drill from B&Q.” 

"Chefs don't faint," Zaid huffed at the perceived insult, whatever he thought Akhila was insinuating about his profession. He drew himself up, proud and haughty - one could say, as proud as a surgeon, for considerably less justification. Surgeons saved lives; Zaid could argue that a chef's food could save people's souls.

Still, his bravado wilted slightly as he realized - with considerable dread - what Akhila wanted from him. She wouldn't explain her strange blurriness, apart from it being her curse. Zaid gently pressed a hand to his chest. He wasn't feeling nauseated, his excess of...inner destructive snot recently expended on hornets. He could hear Akhila telling him what needed to be done - cut into Johnny's thigh, release pressure. Simple procedure but dire consequences.

Zaid exhaled and reached out boldly, to grip Akhila's shoulders. Still her buzzy body for just a moment, force both of them to look each other in the eyes as he stated, "I'll do this. I'll do everything you tell me. And Johnny dies, it's on you. Not me."

He let go, then got into action. Or rather, just followed Akhila's lead to get ready. He politely turned away from Akhila when they changed into clean scrubs, although he had to admit there was something incredibly thrilling about all of this. Heated and thrilling, like something out of a primetime soapy drama.

The vigourous washing almost a comfort to Zaid, used to proper hygiene in his kitchen. Gloves were normal after Covid; the gown...like an apron, why not. Sure.

Johnny on the operating table, the big lights turned on. Buzzing of scrabbling hornets, and people shouting from outside; but Zaid could easily ignore it. Hubbub in the restaurant was normal, focus came from within.

"Right. Johnny's a leg of lamb," he proclaimed, using a pair of scissors to cut the trousers off Johnny's leg, elbow the cloth aside to expose the injury. It was ghastly, and Zaid visibly winced, but masked his expression quickly.

"I haven't done a proper full animal butchery in months. Where am I supposed to cut, love?"

[akhilaasthana]

Location: Ash's bungalow @ash-johnson-stunts

The dust had settled. Or rather, Akhila had slammed herself shut into one of the bungalows. The hornets were in fact actually quite terrifying. Akhila slumped against the door, her breath still caught in sharp flurries, she needed to announce her the intrusion. Possibly apologise for it. Except. Currently, the robo-wasp was thundering against the door. Akhila slung her weight against the door, as much as she could.

“A little help?” She grimaced, as the door nearly yielded to the insect. Finally, movement in her periphery. “I’m––right, it’s you.” 

Akhila would’ve huffed if most of her efforts weren’t currently focused on keeping the hornet decidedly outside. “If you don’t mind, I’m just going to hide in here for a moment.” The door trembled. Akhila pursed her lips as she decided precisely what was the appropriate name for the creature. Creature? Being? Machine? Akhila settled on. “Giant robo-wasp.”

[iamfuckingsorry]

"Do you know where we are going next?" I asked ART.

Y'know what, I think maybe I don't need any more Murderbot books. I think maybe ending things here is fucking perfect and as much as I love Wells's writing I'm genuinely not sure it can get better for me.

Like, so much of the books are about MB learning how to be a person, about becoming okay with being a complete individual with everything it entails. The first thing it does once it's actually allowed to decide on its own is it runs away from it all (admittedly to go on a mission to confirm some things about its past, because it genuinely just wants to be *good*). It shoves all its emotions away as much as it's able to. Then shit happens, and it makes its first friends, makes decisions based on these friendships, goes through a lot of emotionally intense situations...

And we get to this point here. MB having zero doubts about going with ART says a lot about its relationship with ART, but it also says a lot about its relationship with its humans - it knows that wherever it goes, when it comes back, the humans will still be there. Its humans actively acknowledge its struggles with being a now-free SecUnit and MB is willing to entertain the discussions to an extent and share information about its deeply personal experiences. Hell, System Collapse ends with MB admitting it might be somewhat broken, but that's okay as long as it can keep doing its job, and agreeing to basically do counselling - this is the guy what would rewatch its favourite TV show again and again in order to avoid acknowledging it even had Emotions a couple books back.

Reading this, I know that MB will be okay. It has hopes and goals and genuinely believes in itself and it has an amazing support system that its willing to lean on for the first time in its life. I'm convinced it'll go on to do great things with ART. And that's really the only thing I need to know.

[mikami1992]

You know what…

Celebrities are followed by the Paparazzi

and Bruce Wayne is a celebrity.

so… in a stroke of luck a paparazzi manages to take a photo of Bruce Wayne aged 50 or more with a muscular and strong body that is also covered in numerous scars…

and this was just a month after the "leak" of a photograph of Bruce Wayne where he looked like a normal body according to his age and where the use of Photoshop to "improve" the image was debated for days…

now we don't know what to think…

[akhilaasthana]

She’d rocked back onto her heels, which was enough to see the hornet’s arrival. It buzzed through the trees with a flurry of its mechanical wings, for a beast made out of metal, it was surprisingly graceful. That or Akhila’s vision was still swarming. Static hissed as a compliment to the obtuse fluttering. Not all hornets would lock on like this, what had spurred this hornet to follow them? Questions she’d unpack later when she was sound of mind and not staring the creature down. Akhila’s chest heaved quick and shallow. She’d run dry of the courage, or stupidity, that’d driven her down here with him.

It didn’t matter.

Akhila was hauled to her feet, surprisingly, she yielded with no complaint. It was the kid he’d scrambled back up the muddy bank. Held his hand out as a defiant order to stop against the hornet. She was too dazed to bark at him that was ridiculous. The hornet wasn’t likely to obey his attempt at traffic control. That hadn’t been his intent. It became obvious as the stagnant water flushed overhead of them. The putrid smell of algae encased them and Akhila’s lip peeled back. What did it matter if it smelt? The hornet was confounded by the shield of water as it hovered several paces away. Staring. Waiting. Watching. Akhila raised a hand to squeeze his shoulder, an insinuation, keep it up.

Eventually, the hornet lifted in one smooth takeoff and disappeared above the tree-line. Akhila gave the kid a pat on the back. “Well done kid.” His abilities were not limited to that of solid mineral forms. Which was all the more curious. Akhila idly wondered how far he could be pushed. He seemed to have excellent control over his ability, she’d witnessed firsthand Zaid’s overzealous talk for a rather meagre output. “Can you stop it now?” She asked him, because the smell was starting to make her gag, and in part because they had a long trek back. No time to waste like the present.

“What was your name?” Akhila abruptly queried. There wasn’t a chance in hell she could lift him again, it was some small miracle she’d managed to shift her own weight and his. There was one other small problem. Akhila didn’t know where they were. No point in worrying the kid. She continued her interrogation instead. “Have you been practicing with your…ability?” 

He was still convinced that she shouldn't anger the half-bug, half-robotic creature. Elliot couldn't believe this was happening right now. He was physically not cut out for this, and if he had gone to the gym like he should have, he would have been in better shape to run. The images of the island showed on screen, and he had only seen parts of the place. However, it flickered the faces of the group from the meeting as well.

'Sincere apologies for this.' what do you mean? he questioned in his mind. Why would she apologize? She had motioned to lift him and he was not prepared. "Woah, woah, how---" whether she had the strength to lift him, he was pretty tall. He wasn't sure what she was trying to do. Sacrifice him? Is this how it ends? He wasn't prepared for what was about to happen.

Everything blurred the second they took off, the world rushing by in streaks of green and brown. He barely had time to gasp before the wind whipped the breath from his lungs, his stomach dropping as if he’d left it miles behind. Trees, mud, all blurred in his vision as he flashed past in less than a blink. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on any longer, the momentum shifted—as he tumbled down.

His body rolled until he was met with the awakening splash of a small pond. Elliot did not like water, in fact, he was a terrible swimmer, and quite frankly did not have good memories. His initial reaction was to gag, he wanted to vomit everything he had eaten. Whatever it was that happened, had his head spinning. However, the cool sensation of the water is what had him remain still. He wasn't immersed in it, but at the edge of the water, not fully thrown in.

He couldn't explain the discomfort from being covered in water, and mud together. Yet, the feel of the water had him remain still. For two reasons. The first he had explained earlier, he didn't like water. The second, he felt a connection to it.

MOVE!

His thoughts snapped back to see the other woman across the way, followed by the hornet that had followed her earlier. Elliot moved like his life depended on it. He felt hopeless, useless, and afraid. The feelings swirling within, followed by wanting to survive. Wanting to come out of this alive. "You move too!" he said as he crawled, before standing to make a dash for her. Should he have run the other way --sure, but Elliot was not the kind of person to leave someone behind.

The hornet was making it's way, he managed to reach her and pull her to stand up. The hornet was close, and Elliot held his hand out in defense. The last thought in mind was protection. They needed protection. All he could hear was the sound of water flowing like one would hear if they were near a waterfall. Like magic, a swirling wall of water formed around them, rising like a shimmering, liquid barrier. It encased them entirely, a protective shield of fluid motion that pulsed and shifted with every heartbeat.

[abrahamdraberham]

Come my children I have content. More promptly for the ms./co/ event. Currently right now pomni is making to I think either 4th or 5th round. The pomni bros are winning. Happy for the lads

[tchaikovskaya]

Not to #victimblame (but also yes to do that lol) but why are presidents, present past and/or potentially future, having events in outdoor spaces in 2024 in the first place…?