#praxian-jurisdiction

[anon-e-miss]

?!?!?!?!!!!!! I’m curious!

Prowl’s mouth tasted like foam insulation and he made a face as he lifted his helm from his pillow. He needed a cube of pressed energon, or five. His helm was throbbing, worse than it normally did when he first woke up in the light-cycle. Though he still felt groggy and tired, Prowl pushed himself upright. There was a cube of coolant sitting on his table. Why? Wait. All at once his memories of the last dark-cycle replayed. The sudden surge of data hurt and he pressed the heels of his servos against his temples and hissed. When the disorientation faded with the surge, Prowl reached for the coolant and downed it in one gulp. It was a start, at least but what he really needed, to clear his helm and to actually think was pressed energon. Not for the first time Prowl thought he should just move the pressed to his berthside table. Sure, it would be socially unacceptable, but he lived alone, what did anyone else’s opinion matter anyways?

It took four cubes of the potent fuel before Prowl’s helmache faded. He had known he should not go out with those obnoxious fraggers but he was new to the station and his commander had encouraged him to go out, calling it a team bonding exercise. Was gang raping Prowl a team bonding exercise? Prowl doubted very much they had planned to just leave it at drugging him. Unfortunately, it would be impossible to prove his suspicious, apart from tweaking his doorwings, they had not done anything untowards and the semantics of doorwings was lost on Iaconians. Still, drugging Prowl was a criminal offence and he was not inclined to be passive. Passivity had never served him well.

When Prowl trusted himself, he went to a medicentre and had samples drawn of the fuel in his systems. Once he had the identity of the drug he had been spiked with, Prowl went straight to his commander to lodge a complaint. Flatfood was... dismissive, calling it a prank, calling it hazing. Seeing that he would get nowhere with him, Prowl confirmed the bar was actually in a different district than his precinct and filed a complaint with the precinct that had jurisdiction over the bar. It would still likely come to nothing, at most a slap on their wrists but it would be good for them all to know that Prowl did not play games and he did not have a sense of humour.

With the business of the matter taken care, Prowl moved on to the next task. Maybe his colleagues would not have raped him but Prowl ha no faith in their morality or their restraint. There was a nice little florist around the corner from his habsuite. He had no idea if Jazz, the bassist who had interrupted the scheme liked crystals but crystals were a traditional thank you in Praxus, a traditional apology as well. The composition mattered. Though the florist was not a Praxian the arranged was sunny and Prowl thought it conveyed the appropriate message. The bar held life music every Octav-tur and Prowl nurtured the crystals and waited for the orn to pass.

He was irritated to find himself transferred to the patrol until. Prowl brooded over it. It was loathsome that his colleagues, his would be rapists were still investigating burglaries while he had been reassigned. For the time being, Prowl fulfilled his duties and waited and hoped the precinct investigated his complaint. Perhaps when he went to deliver the crystals, Prowl could ask Jazz or Ricochet, the bartender, if the enforcers had ever asked for the security tapes. If the answer was no, Prowl would ask for them to be saved and then he would go back to the precinct and make a nuisance of himself. Prowl was very good at annoying other mechanisms. His brother had called it his particular talent and Barricade would have known best.

Finally, the ornend came and Prowl finished his shift, went home to collect the crystal and then walked over to the bar. He saw no reason to drive the short distance, and after doing nothing but ticket traffic violations for an orn, the last thing Prowl wanted to do was drive. It was another cool crisp dark-cycle. Calor had passed into Imber. Before long it would be Frigus and it would be too cold to walk without additional insulation. Prowl ruminated on the cost and the benefit of such garments for a Praxian as he opened the bar door. He had no lines rehearsed, just and thank you and...

“Prowl?”

Prowl’s optics brightened as he saw his brother standing with the bartender, Ricochet’s arm was around his waist holding him like a lover. Barricade held a little bundle in his arms, the newling chirped. Jazz turned towards him, away from the blissfully family scene. He was smiling. They were brothers, the bartender and the musician. Jazz was uncle to Barricade’s creation and Prowl... Prowl was the dirt beneath his peds.

“Jazz, a thank you,” Prowl said, forcing a false flatness to his voice as his helm throbbed. “For what you did.”

He turned and all but ran from the door. Prowl heard Barricade call his designation, to demand he never show his face, again? Through his doorwings, Prowl knew Jazz was following. To deliver Barricade’s message. Of course the family would close around the new originator. They would do whatever they could to make him happy, that was the way of things. The throbbing pain of Prowl’s helm turned into a harsh grind and he turned into the alley... by the nice florist’s shop. He did not exactly fall, neither did did he neatly sit, collapsed may have been the right glyph but language and semantic were lost on Prowl. There was nothing but a grinding, hissing, staticky pain and Prowl dug the heels of his servos into his temples, matching pain with pain. Someone snatched his wrists and pulled his servos from his helm and Prowl his and glared through his tears at Jazz.

“What’s wrong, Sweetspark?” Jazz asked.

“My helm hurts,” Prowl whined and he tried to get his servos free, to bring them back to his helm.

“Y’re okay,” Jazz crooned softly. He refused to let go of Prowl’s servos. In desperation, Prowl pushed his helm back against the cool tiles of the alley wall with all his strength. Jazz pulled him away from the wall and screeched unintelligibly. Prowl was pulled into Jazz’s lap and he tried to free his servos again. “Can ya get a cold pack? He’s burnin’ up?”

A klik, maybe, later something ice cold was pressed against Prowl’s feverish helm and he tried to bat it away but as he tried to tug and the unmovable wrist, the cold permeated his processor and it felt considerably better than the burn had. The pain and the static ebbed and Prowl’s helm lulled, lulled against Jazz’s chassis. Immediately, Prowl stiffened and Jazz clucked his glossa.

“No runnin’ off ‘til ‘m sure ya can walk.”

[survivorguiltrp]

Site Premise and Timeline

Almost as important as our rules is telling you about what we’re actually based on! Now, we know Sanctuary is a niche sort of show, relatively speaking, and it’s been off television for years - we get it. As such, we’ve provided you with not only the basic premise of where we’re at current-day on Survivor Guilt, but we’ve also provided a timeline of the vital events throughout the show - including alterations made, as this is an alternate universe anyway! A lot of this happened behind the scenes until the parts we added anyway, so extensive knowledge is not required to join. Just give this a skim!

Premise

Survivor Guilt is an alternate universe Sanctuary roleplay, designed to be welcoming for both those who have and those who have not watched the show. In this timeline, the Cabal are still very much active and the SCIU attack was far more successful than seen in the show finale. It is now years after the attack and the United States has become a disaster zone. SCIU remains operational, under heavy influence of the Cabal, and its existence has lead to a divide between the United States and the United Nations. American abnormals are left fleeing the situation as best they can, but many are unsuccessful and find themselves trapped in a mandatory registration system. Behind the scenes, their experimentation has expanded back into creating Abnormals from humans as well, encouraging the strife present and making it worse in hopes of igniting a full-scale, global war between humans and abnormals.

Timeline

700 AD

The Cabalis Nocturnum is founded as a secret society, intent on collecting beings of power and abnormals.

May 1886

Helen Magnus, Montague John Druitt, James Watson, and Nigel Griffin ("The Five") inject themselves with the source blood — pure, untainted vampire blood. Their abilities surface. Nikola becomes a vampire.

April 1898

The Sanctuary is founded in London, England.

September 1898

Helen arrives in the past from 2011.

The Five are enlisted to track and capture or kill Adam Worth.

Helen shoots Adam, who falls from a cliff into the river below. John shows him a kindness and lets him go, believing he will die in the river.

June 1899

Future Helen finds her way to Hollow Earth and begins negotiations to achieve better relations with the surface dwellers.

November 1899

Helen begins working on the Underground Sanctuary. 

May 1914

The Old City Sanctuary is founded.

April 1951

Bigfoot arrives at the Sanctuary and refuses to leave after Helen saves his life.

Early 1960s

Nigel Griffin dies.

Late 1980s

Ashley Magnus is born.

Early 1990s

Henry Foss is found without parents on the moors and is brought back to the Sanctuary to be raised by Helen.

October 2008

Will Zimmerman joins the Sanctuary.

December 2008

Helen finds her father, Gregory Magnus, still alive. He is cryptic about how and, ultimately, leaves without answering her questions.

January 2009

The Cabal completes a dry run of their latest biological agent, drawing the Sanctuary's attention back to them.

Helen, John, Nikola, James, Will, and Nigel's granddaughter, Clara Griffin, retrieve the source blood from Bhalasaam.

James Watson dies.

Ashley and Henry are taken captive by the Cabal. They escape, but Ashley has been genetically altered.

Ashley brings the source blood to the Cabal, allowing them to complete their project: creating mind-controlled super abnormals.

October 2009

The Cabal attacks the Sanctuary Network with their super abnormals. Tokyo, Beijing, New Delhi, and Moscow Sanctuaries are destroyed. The UK Sanctuary is heavily damaged.

The attacks end in Old City when Ashley's mind control slips and she teleports, caught in the electromagnetic shield and ultimately killing herself and the remaining super abnormal.

John and Nikola begin to dismantle the Cabal to the best of their ability; but they miss a few key players.

November 2009

Kate Freelander joins the Sanctuary.

January 2010

Will dies and, in death, visits a chamber containing the personas of various abnormals. He returns to life with a message for Helen from her father who was also present.

November 2010

Helen and Nikola discover the existence of Hollow Earth through examining a holographic map device left behind for Helen by her father.

December 2010

Adam Worth, not actually dead, tricks Helen into jumping through an inter-dimensional rift, thereby poisoning her so that she will be forced to help him find a way back into Hollow Earth.

Helen, Will, Henry, and Kate travel to Hollow Earth and are killed for their efforts. They are revived in order to track and apprehend Adam, who left Hollow Earth on particularly bad terms.

John and Adam attempt a rescue of the Sanctuary crew, but Adam has other plans, leaving John to be killed by co-conspirators.

Adam is found and nearly apprehended, but escapes in a pod. John, still alive, catches up and makes a deal with Adam. Adam is believed to be dead by John's hand.

May 2011

Helen and Nikola investigate an old tomb containing vampires in stasis. They blow up the tomb, believing they have killed all vampires remaining.

June 2011

The Cabal, slowly rebuilding, extract a few undamaged stasis pods from the tomb destroyed by Helen and Nikola. They begin experimenting in-house to develop different delivery methods than injection.

Praxis is attacked. Abnormals from the outlands of Hollow Earth begin breaching the surface. A camp is set up in Old City to provide shelter to these abnormals.

John appears again to inform Helen of what actually happened, having been betrayed by Adam. The two hunt down Adam and discover him in the middle of traveling back in time using the Praxian energy systems. Adam succeeds and Helen follows, finding herself in 1898 again. John is believed dead in an attempt to overload the machine and stop Adam. Praxis is destroyed and much of the city's population is killed.

July 2011

The Department of Homeland Security founds the Specified Counter-Insurgency Unit (SCIU), claiming to be a research-based unit intending to study and protect against abnormal threats. Nikola is placed in charge of the unit, but the advisor through Homeland is a member of the Cabal.

October 2011

The United Nations cuts off the Sanctuary's funding and support.

Helen attempts to find a new financial supporter to keep the Sanctuary running.

November 2011

The Sanctuary team find out about the existence of SCIU. Tesla leaks them information, not particularly pleased with the organization but believing he can be more useful inside.

December 2011

Abnormal insurgents from Hollow Earth intend to attack SCIU and other leaders in a summit in order to retake the surface. The attack is stopped, but it puts surface dwellers on edge.

Nikola is fired by SCIU. They retain his research and fashion it into a weapon.

Using the weapon fashioned from Nikola's research, SCIU attacks the camps of abnormals from Hollow Earth. Helen attempts to garner the assistance of the populace by revealing the existence of abnormals, but this fails. The attacks are successful and all abnormals within the camps are killed. The Old City Sanctuary is destroyed. Helen is believed to be inside and dead in the blast. Death toll is high.

The Sanctuary is believed to be disbanded and surface locations are closed down; operations continue in the Underground Sanctuary, safe from the discrimination of the surface dwellers.

January 2012

SCIU targets Hollow Earth next and manages to eradicate Abnormal life from a large part of the outlands.

February 2012

SCIU falls under scrutiny from the United Nations. Everything quiets down — for now.

Praxis begins to rebuild.

January 2013

SCIU begins expanding operations again, independently funded by the Cabal.

SCIU begins exposing individuals in the general population to source blood, triggering biological changes which produce new abnormals, termed 'chimeras'.

July 2014

The presence of abnormals is confirmed to the public globally, after years of debate and conspiracy theories following Helen's announcement.

The United Nations condemns the actions of SCIU in the Battle for the Surface in 2011 and promises to implement new safeguards for Abnormal safety.

January 2015

The United Nations insists on the disbanding of SCIU. The US government fights this and separated from the United Nations.

To help counter the harmful possibilities of SCIU's continued operation, the United Nations begins developing a team of their own: the International Specialized Investigative Taskforce (ISIT), with global jurisdiction and the intent to serve in place of the Sanctuary. In honor of its predecessor, the first headquarters is built on the ground of the Old City Sanctuary.

March 2015

After a few false starts, the United Nations places Nikola in charge of ISIT much to his reluctance after the SCIU debacle.

July 2017

The American abnormals rebel against the SCIU initiative of abnormal registration. Many die. The remainder are relocated to camps. Those who escape flea to the safety of the Canadian border and are taken in by ISIT.

ISIT expands to feature locations in Hong Kong, the UK, and Mexico City. They attempt to expand into New York, but are blocked by the government.

January 2018

SCIU is almost entirely Cabal agents.

Source blood experiments expand with alterations to the formula to encourage aggression and lack of ability control in the new chimeras.

October 2019

SCIU's abnormal registration is pushed through as law.

Helen returns to the surface, hearing of the strife, to find Nikola taking care of it. Disagreements ensue on how best to handle the situation. No resolution process is decided upon until months later.

January 2020

Ground breaks on the London ISIT facilities, intending to be the biggest facility and eventually the main headquarters of the organization, to allow more space for abnormal refugees in the Old City facilities.

An entrance to the Underground Sanctuary is completed in the United States to provide an escape route for fleeing abnormals. The tunnel is kept protected by ISIT agents.

[bytesnbolts]

broken-tactician‌:

“This- this is hardly proper!” Volt sputtered. “Bodyguard, you know our laws- this, this *Praxian* expects to simply be allowed unfettered access to the Consort?" 

 Much of Prowl’s initial fire had been worn down by the sparkbond, and future newsparks, but his temper still roused from apathy at times. 

This was one of those times, wheeling around, frayed patience snapping. "My valet is none of your concern or jurisdiction!” He snapped. “Sideline obeys me, and the Lord. No one else!”

Sideline stayed near to Prowl throughout the outburst, not the least bit shied by it. His optics brightened up and smiled a little as the other snapped, glad to see even a flicker of fire return. The apathy that clung to his friend worried him most of all.

“What the Consort said. You got a problem, take it up with his Highness or the Advisor.” Starprowler couldn’t help but wonder if this promotion had been worth dealing with this.

Amp remained relaxed despite the shouting, “rest assured we will be.”

[pipermca]

Writing Update - May 2021

These months... They just keep flying by. 

The pandemic has gotten even worse here; we’re the worst jurisdiction for new cases in North America at the moment. But we are staying home and staying safe as best we can, hoping for vaccines and the new restrictions to bring things under control again. (And to think that last summer we were one of the best jurisdictions!! sigh)

Anyway, keeping my writing goal at 5000 words was a good idea, all things considered. I think my muse really needed a chance to be weird after spending so much time and focus on MBS, since I’ve been jumping from thing to thing instead of working on one thing just to get it done. 

But I did manage to write 6897 words in May. It was all over the map, what with my focus issues, but I think I needed to lighten up on myself. (I also tend to write less during the summer for a number of reasons, so this goal will likely stay in place until the fall.)

Posting

Turn, Turn, Turn. 6500 words. This is the conclusion to the Praxian Trine series, and yes - I marked the series complete. That felt weird, but good. I think it gave me a sense of closure and “permission” to work on other things again.

WIPs

I’m just listing the ones I actually worked on this month, because I have so much in the hopper right now. 

Hardlining. 2700 words. Complete, will be posted tomorrow. This is a PNP PWP mini-sequel to The Spark Remembers (my TF Big Bang fic!) I think I desperately wanted to write some Bluestreak/Hound after spending so long on MBS, so I vomited out this. ^.^

The King and the Bounty Hunter. 4400 words. I’m be serializing the rough drafts of this on Tumblr and Pillowfort as I get sections completed. 

Devcon week. 700 words. I’m participating in Devcon week, and I think most of the prompts can be organized into a weird little fic. We’ll see if it works. :) 

Bolt of Blue. 300 words. Working title, sequel to A Flash of Gold. 

[inushiek]

[[ Acceeennnt ]]

trdytfuygikuhjiko 10!!!! I’ll  record and upload in a little while

[one-shall-stand-blog]

Excuse me, sir.

11 - Bubble Bath

Well.  This was new.

"....Yes Prowl?" he asked, some how managing to completely fill the wash room with bubbles.  The only visible part of the Prime was his face and the hand holding the rubber ducky over the bubble mountains.

"What can I do for you?" he asked all business as usual.

[getjazzywithit]

✮ ❤

❤ - voice

    Jazz’s voice is very smooth and suave, and yes,voices can be suave. It’s not too deep but also not toohigh-pitched, just resting in that sweet spot that makesyour frame shiver. And to be honest, everything aboutChanning Tatum is exactly how I see Jazz to be andsound.

✮ - sleeping habits

    With the presence of his mates, he’s able to sleepmuch more peacefully these days. He enjoys cuddlingvery much, it’s really the only way he sleeps is cuddledup to somebot, but Jazz is a light sleeper so he’ll wakeup a lot during the middle of the night. In that regard, Iguess you could say he doesn’t have as steady of a rechargepattern as he’d like to have.

[blue-and-black-hero]

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Strict, logical, quite the looker, stern