MURDERWORLD [mod plot] [Reunion/Rescue]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who wants in
What| The reunion/rescue of the folks in Murderworld
Where| The Temperate Zone
When| Day 3, at the very end of the arena
Warnings/Notes|

Thanks to the heroes that broke into Arcade's control room, the arena was officially over, and now that the Science Police and Legion had been contacted, people were being gathered up in an area in the temperate Zone and being extracted by portable threshold gates. A first aid station had been set up to triage those who needed immediate emergency care and patch up what injuries they could to hold people over until they got home.

Grief counselors were already on standby to help the Legionnaires and Harrubian dissidents and their families deal with the crisis they had just faced.

Arcade had already been taken away by the Science Police to face trial for multi-murder, and while some of the raw footage of the arena had already been uploaded to the UP internet, the Legionnaires had made the best of a bad situation.

The fact of the matter was every Legionnaire that had been kidnapped had survived. Arcade had been stopped. Almost all of Arcade's "Tributes" had been killed or detained by the Legionnaires and some of the Harubbian dissidents. The arena had ended on Day 3 instead of Day 30, which had saved dozens of lives. And the upload of the raw footage had been stopped mid-stream so that only a few people would have to deal with their ordeal becoming public knowledge.

Now it was time for friends and teammates to reunite and for everyone to head back to the safety of Legion World.

[ooc: Anyone can start a thread, regardless of whether they're a Legionnaire that was in the arena, or a Legionnaire outside the arena checking up on their friends.]

Comments

[unrecovered]

She's had what now. Wash pauses and raises an eyebrow. "You've had koalas try to kill you." Well, they are from Australia, and everything from Australia is homicidal. It makes about much sense as anything else here, at least.

"My list tends to be mostly homicidal aliens and homicidal humans, so 'elaborate death trap' is still pretty new." Not that he wants to repeat the experience in any capacity.

The water looks good - evidently he's more dehydrated than he'd thought. "You know," he says, accepting the water bottle, "normally I'd be suspicious of someone insisting the water they're handing me isn't poisoned, but right now, I'm pretty sure you're telling the truth." The two of them having helped one another take out Arcade might have something to do with that. He twists the cap off the bottle and chugs about a third of it in one go. Yep, definitely dehydrated.

[deafleppard]

One of these days, Gwen would tell him all about that time she had to fight off dozens koalas trying to kill her. Them and Koala Kommander.

Yep.

"I'm pretty sure I'm telling the truth, too, but thanks for keeping the faith alive." She just watched as he downed the water. She already knew. Ordinary bottled water never tasted so good until just now.

"So, how you holding up?"

[unrecovered]

"Okay, well, if you're not sure if you're telling the truth, then we're both fucked." Which isn't going to stop him from taking another long drink from the bottle. He knows exactly how good clean water can taste, especially after being on high alert and with limited supplies for such a long time.

He takes another drink as she asks the question and makes it last, finishing off the bottle to buy himself time to think. He doesn't exactly want to talk about it, but avoiding the question altogether will just be suspicious, and the last thing he needs right now is focus on him.

So he picks a middle ground and hopes it's the right one. "I fought six of Arcade's tributes in thee days. I'm going to need some recovery time." He crunches the bottle against his hip and screws the cap back on. "How about you?"

[deafleppard]

"I forced myself into a cage match with one of my friends and we kicked all sorts of ass. It was awesome. Not so awesome was being chased by way too many killer rabbits while in the middle of freezing my butt off." But the cage match? Yeah, that part kind of ruled.

"But right now I'm just glad we're done here. And I'm strongly hoping that this is my last time being forced to compete inside a death arena."

Goodbye Murderworld. You will definitely not be missed.

[unrecovered]

"Killer rabbits." Cage matches he can believe; homicidal fauna, not so much. Not that flavor, at least. "Like..." He trails off and makes a three-fingered gesture in front of his mouth that indicates really big teeth. It's straight out of Monty Python, but sometimes life just is.

The followup comment just has him rolling his eyes. "You know that, now that you've said that, you've doomed us all to another one." There's something to be said for narrative causality - namely that it sucks.

[deafleppard]

"Yep. The kind that thought I was absolutely delicious. Didn't really give them a chance to find out, though. Got myself out of there before I lost anything important." The medicine in the future was good. Really good. But Gwen didn't exactly want to find out just how good it was.

As in, could they grow back any lost limbs or organs? Probably.

Again, not looking for a firsthand experience with that.

"Okay." She put her hands up. "I know that's totally how it works in the movies but... Come on!"

[unrecovered]

Wash just shakes his head slowly. "Rabbits with really big teeth," he mutters. "Arcade really does watch too many movies." He'd prefer his Monty Python to stay on the screen and out of his life if at all possible.

He shrugs in response to Gwen's complaint. "That's also how it works in my life. When it inevitably happens again, I blame you." He's long since accepted narrative causality as the driving force of his life - he's accidentally invoked 'speak of the devil' way too often to deny it.

[deafleppard]

"Just because you were unlucky before doesn't mean that luck followed you all the way out to this part of the universe. I don't think it really works that way." At least, she really hoped it didn't. That would be some pretty amazing bad luck if it did.

"And even if it did, can you not? I got enough people blaming me for things as it is."

[unrecovered]

"Like I said - that's how my life works." Wash has accepted this as his reality and is fully willing to just accept it as fact and move on. Blaming Gwen is a joke, but not everyone gets his sense of humor and that's not a good reaction. That's an Accidentally-Hit-A-Button reaction - he's had enough of those himself to be able to recognize them in the wild. "Okay," he says simply, and then, because it needs to be added, "For what it's worth, I was joking. I don't blame you for anything, and I don't plan on changing that." Unless she directly does something that requires blame, but he doesn't need to say that right now.

[deafleppard]

"Cool, glad we got that ironed out." All's well that ended well, especially since they'd managed to escape from stupid Murderworld. Yeah, it was going to be referred to as "Stupid Murderworld" from that moment on because, screw that place. Screw it immensely.

"But hey, at least we made it out."