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[monstrodick.livejournal.com]

WHEN: midnight between Sept.29 - 30th, all day of the 30th.
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTERS: anyone on that darn tootin' Ark.
SUMMARY: Come midnight, monstrodick seeks its [Bad username or site: tharheblows title= @ livejournal.com] in battle, taking down his ship in three flicks of its great tail in the course of one hellish hour. The Whale takes the Captain, but spares his crew, and later it returns to carry the less fortunate survivors to the island fringe. And what of the Arkmaster? Time will tell. For now, deprived of their weapons and their goods, the shipwrecked Citizens should care for their own.



[ooc: have fun playing out the aftermath of the shipwreck! After sinking the ship, The Whale will deliver any survivor who can't make it back to the island on their own; it will also be making sure no one tries to escape the City by trying to swim further off in the horizon.

If you'd like to log the ship sinking, or your characters making their way back to the City!island, be sure to title your threads "DURING SHIPWRECK" or "ON THE WAY BACK" or something to hint at the timeline. If not, just go ahead and thread how your gent, or your belle manages to pull it together and survive at the City!island periphery without much by way of provisions.

Remember that while they'll have access to their apparently waterproof network devices, your characters won't be able to get back into the City proper until tomorrow, because of the very heavy patrol of forest monsters blocking the way. (Naturally, it never hurts to try!) Likewise, while people in the City are welcome to give them tips or instructions, and to know of their whereabouts, they shouldn't be able to physically come down and meet the survivors at this time.]

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shipwreck site; open to friends

[pharles-at-life.livejournal.com]

[ Presea was pretty sure that she'd never stop feeling wet. It had been a difficult swim to shore and a nervewracking hour to locate those she loved, but now that everyone had been accounted for, she could spend a moment to contemplate the hair soaked to her back, heavy in its ponytail, and the salt-stained wetness of her clothing. According to others, the monsters were preventing a return to the City - no one knew why, but she was unsurprised to be "punished" for the failure of their boat to hold up, or whatever reason the deities would have for setting up vicious patrols. So there was no going home, not yet.

But she could totally build a fire, and that's why she's piling up boat driftwood on the beach, forehead creased in concentration. If nothing else, the physical labor would dry her out. ]

shipwreck site; open to friends

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[It'd been tree times now that Umi'd tried to make her way through the army of beasts guarding the forest areas surrounding... wherever the hell they were... to get back to The City. Three times a search party made of a stubborn few who could fight had failed to find a way through. Knowing better than anyone that getting herself killed out of concern and stubbornness wasn't an option, the Water Knight had instead returned to the beach where their small party had gathered after the mess that had concluded the ark's voyage.

Breathing heavily more out of irritation than exhaustion, still feeling both furious and relieved and all sorts of aggravated at how the City had thought to shove a friggin' RAINBOW on their faces just to prove how dumb they'd been, she kicked a mound of sand and crossed her arms with a huff.

...Then gazed at down Presea's endeavors with hope.] ...Any luck with that yet?

[She certainly wished she could help. But her magic's jurisdiction had ended when they'd left the water, and she had none of it left in her anyway.]

shipwreck site; open to friends

[pharles-at-life.livejournal.com]

[ Presea looked up at Umi and assessed her. Though as uncomfortable, perhaps, Umi didn't seem too much worse for wear, which the Pharle was thankful for. ]

[ She looked down at her kindling, considering. ] I need to find spark rocks. Or see if Hikaru is up to lighting this.

shipwreck site; open to friends

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

...I'll see if I can find her for you. She's probably around, trying to help everyone...

[She says this with obvious fondness, but still not approving of the Flame Knight's tendency to overwork herself -- NOT that Umi's one to talk at the moment.]

How are spark rocks supposed to look like anyway, just to play safe?

On Magical Shipwreck Island, daytime; entirely open

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

[There is a double rainbow stretching across the entire sky. It's truly beautiful--more vivid than any rainbows ought to be, more entrancing than any other natural phenomenon (but, given the curses, perhaps the rainbows are less than natural). It's just the kind of thing that Penny would normally love, curse or no curse.

For now, however, Penny is watching the surf, looking about as tragic as she has ever looked. She doesn't remember making it to the island; everything after the first crack and shudder of the ark is a blur.

The bedraggled redhead ignores the rainbows and tries to hide in the towel the captain gave her the other day. It's wet and cold and Penny has no idea how it managed to make it to land with her, but it makes an excellent security blanket. She keeps her eyes on the surf, toying idly with her necklace--thank Whoever that didn't get lost--and sniffling in an uncharacteristically woeful fashion.]


[ooc: Penny lost the various animals she brought onto the ark with her in the wreck. If anyone would like to have rescued a guinea pig, a rabbit, a duck, or a lame pigeon--or, for that matter, Penny herself--have at it!]

On Magical Shipwreck Island, daytime; entirely open

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Penny!

[Rosella looks rather bedraggled as she comes up along the beach, her skirt soaked through and her hair dripping from the ends of its braids. As she gets near to Penny, she pushes a wet curl out of her face and heads over, one hand tucked inside a suspiciously bulging pocket in her dress.]

Penny, there you are! Goodness, are you all right? Are you hurt?

On Magical Shipwreck Island, daytime; entirely open

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Rosella...

[She gets up and brushes sand off of her wet jeans--not that a bit of sand will hurt anything after all of the saltwater and shipwrecking and all. Penny forces a smile. She is glad to see Rosella safe and sound.]

No, I'm fine, I--are you okay? It's cold. You've got to be--

[Penny suddenly starts to cry.]

I lost all the animals, Rosella. Maybe Doris'll be okay, but the rest--and Babbage was Billy's, and I said I'd take care of him.

~now we checked out this duck, quack!

[thewildone]

[Curt wanders over, holding Doris.]

Hey, Penny, is this your duck?

[He looks a little out of it, and his hair is a disaster, but he's mostly okay. Curt's a survivor by nature.]

<3

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

[By now, Penny has managed to dry off somewhat has the recovered Babbage situated by a fire in a little picket fence of sticks. The towel's gone and she's nervously fiddling with the anatomically-correct heart charm on the end of her necklace, looking for other friends (and pets).

Her face lights up immediately when she sees Curt and Doris. And of course it's Doris! No other ducks in the City wear tiny collars. And Curt--well. He's Curt. It'd be hard to mistake him for someone else. She hugs Curt tightly, mindful of Doris and hoping he won't mind a cold and clammy hug.]

Curt... and that is Doris! You're okay, and--I can't believe...

[Words fail her, so she gives Curt an impulsive kiss on the cheek and gingerly takes Doris from him. The duck looks considerably better than either human does.]

...Are you okay?

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[Some rabbit's been pestering Rummy all morning. He would have thought about eating it, but he's had rabbit stew. It didn't agree with him. Plus, wasn't there some redheaded chick with a bunch of animals on the boat?]

[He approaches Penny, rabbit in hand] Dis fuckin' thing your's?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

[At first Penny doesn't realize anyone's talking to her, as most people who address her don't use profanity. The waterlogged rabbit, however, makes it clear that she's the addressee.]

Babbage!

[She gives the man--has she ever met him? she doesn't think so--an enthusiastic hug and gently retrieves the rabbit.]

He's--yeah, he's mine. Thank you--thank you so much.

[no-defender.livejournal.com]

[Oh, double rainbow, Alester is not impressed with your way of refracting light. Instead he is glaring somewhat balefully in your general direction, as if you have recently insulted his mother. He is wet, disheveled, and sneezing occasionally.

Passers-by should approach with caution.]

[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

[Xemnas isn't paying any attention to the rainbow. It's a simple phenomenon of refracted light and that's something that holds his interest very little. What he is interested is finding somewhere he can dry his coat. It's horribly uncomfortable when it's wet, and he doesn't look terribly pleased as he happens by.]

[no-defender.livejournal.com]

[Alester stares at the man for a moment. He feels like there's some sort of sarcastic comment he could be making but it's not coming to mind. Nor is he in the mood for social pleasantries. He did, however, find a tree to lean against, and it has a few low hanging branches, so maybe the guy with a coat is looking at that.]

Tree?

[His voice is sort of hoarse and he also realizes he didn't manage to make an actual statement or question, but whatever.]

When I rise will you be there holding on or turned the other way? ][ finnick ➳ peeta ➳ katniss

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ The ship--or what is left of it and what is barely left--is chaotic to say the least. Twice they've been hit and many of the passengers have already jumped over board, but Katniss pushes against what remains of the crowd--a lot, if anyone wasn't sure--in her search for a familiar head of sun-blond hair and possibly the bronzed one that has made a habit of keeping so close to him. There is Gale to keep an eye out for as well as Rue, but the reality is she couldn't find all of them even if they were on, and she never confirmed that they were in the end. Cinna is smart though and Haymitch a Victor who isn't dead even after all the years of clearly hating life as it is. She banks on that because she can't focus if she is trying to look everywhere at once. It doesn't work like that.

Focus.

Shoving her way through, she yells for them, but it doesn't make much of a dent in the stampede of sound that has erupted from the blob of human panic trying to decide whether to join some of their fellow riders in the waves or cling to sinking remnants a little longer.

It just figures that her device has gotten lost in the jostle.

Minutes later---it can't reasonably be more than that, she knows even if she has no real marker for time right now---she has reached the other side of the ship with no luck. There is a chance they aren't even below however, and she goes with that train of thought, skirting the main flood of people going up this side by scaling a fallen rafter or beam or whatever up. It's not a tree by any means, but it's also not perfectly vertical, which balances out some of the difficulty.

A few times she slips and twice she almost falls, but she's good at this and winds up on a landing a little ahead of one of the surges of people. She takes that moment to run the rest of the way, steps shrieking beneath her feet. The ship won't last much longer.

She inhales sharply once on deck, turning this way and that sometimes because of other people and other times not. They're scared and she gets that, but when someone nearly knocks her over and into the side of the ship nearest to her she has half a mind to push them overboard herself.

Pushed into the side however, hands gripping the edge which is still somehow a section of the ark that is intact, she thinks she glimpses what it was that has hit them so far.

...well, part of it.

Turning back to the people still running around and trying to avoid the ones diving off, she calls out for the people she knows, starting with Peeta. The sun isn't rising just yet, which helps no one, but if they yell back she can find them that way too. ]

When I rise will you be there holding on or turned the other way? ][ finnick ➳ peeta ➳ katniss

[protects-her.livejournal.com]

[The thing about being a Victor--which really just means a survivor of the Games--is that you learn to react fast at the first sign of trouble. That's how you stay alive longer than everyone else; react faster, strike first, and you'll be the last one standing. Speed and reflexes are always the key. So when the first hit strikes the boat, Finnick doesn't hesitate; it's too easy to waste precious seconds wondering what might be happening, when he already instinctively knows all he needs to--they've been hit, or something has hit them. Already people around him are beginning to cry out in surprise, and from the buzz and tension in the air, it's clear that outright chaos is not far off.

Weapons first. Prior to this, he's been avoiding walking around in the open with his trident, since it's hardly the most inconspicuous of weapons. Now, though, the people onboard will soon be panicking anyway, and being conspicuous is the least of his worries.

He's just made it back to retrieve it as the second hit strikes. From the way the boat shudders, it's clear that it won't be remaining seaworthy much longer--which means his next priority is finding Katniss. Up, he thinks, recalling Peeta's words from the day before and the way he has seen her climb. For Katniss, high ground is safety. That's where he needs to look.

There is already a crush near the exit by the time he gets there, but it's not nearly as bad as it's going to be in the next few minutes; through some creative pushing and a little help from the handle of his trident, he pries his way through and makes it up onto the deck. It's madness on deck, people shoving everywhere, and there is no chance that he is going to find anyone in this chaos, unless it is through pure luck.

And so he starts shoving, following the railing as best he can and shouting their names over the already tumultuous din, silently hoping that today, the odds will be in his favor.]

When I rise will you be there holding on or turned the other way? ][ finnick ➳ peeta ➳ katniss

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[Peeta is surprisingly good at being in a disaster. He's calm and aware and alert, all things that have kept him alive; the way that Katniss and Finnick treat him, sometimes, people might think that he just curls up in a ball and stares blankly into the distance but that isn't the case at all.

He moves for Katniss because the second the crush begins his only thought is for her. He yells her name in reply and reaches for her hand, unwilling to be separated from her, and it might be madness but Peeta is completely alert. Once he has Katniss' hand he turns and yells Finnick's name, his voice not panicked but trying to be heard over the din.

He sees Finnick before he's seen, and he slips his apron off and waves it over his head, hoping that the fabric draws his fellow victor's attention]

shipwreck site~

[cateyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[It was such a strange thing. The darkness and the fright. The sea was dark and cold, like the hell he had been promised. It neither pulled him into the abyss, nor did it push him to the surface. But...he wanted to see the bottom of the ocean, see how far the the darkness reached before it ended. If there was indeed an end to something so mysteriously sinister...

When he came to, he was harshly greeted by a clearing sky and bitter winds, though not nearly as biting as during the storm. His clothing clung to him, still very much wet, and cold. Kanone sat up, body aching and fatigued, vision unfocused. His mind was blank, but for some reason, he could recall a conversation he had with a friend about the ocean, long ago...]

shipwreck site~

[stargathering]

[ The first thing Tyr noticed as he awoke was the feeling of his staff digging into his back, letting Tyr know he hadn't lost that when the ship was attacked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was slapping himself for being so confident in the ship - that if he hadn't been so, he wouldn't have pushed the others into boarding the ship with him.

--He wasn't going to think about that. Right, there were more important things to concentrate on now. Laying there pitifully was...

Annoying, annoying thoughts. He wasn't going to finish them. Ignoring the groaning of his mind and body, Tyr pulled himself from the ground. An action he could add to his mental list of "things I should not have done recently" as his hand rose to hold his throbbing head.

He swore he was not going to be taken out by a bit of discomfort. Nope. Most definitely not. Gradually, he lowered his hand and looked over the expanse of beach - unfamiliar beach - before him before his eyes finally fell on the familiar figure a few feet away. ]

...Kanone? [ His voice really shouldn't sound so weak; he continued, more firmly: ] Are you okay?

shipwreck site~

[cateyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[He recognized the voice, leaning most of his weight on one of his arms to face the one addressing him. A shock of pain coursed through him at this movement, yet he kept his still unsteady gaze upon the nearby figure.

When Kanone opened his mouth to confirm, a rough cough escaped instead of any words. His chest ached more than any other part, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his youth, a pain he ignored along with everything else that defined that aspect of his life.

So, he wearily sighed with a slight nod of his head. His own weakness disgusted himself, but he could do little else. As much as he hated to even think about it, because he wasn't alone at that moment, he could feel somewhat safe.]

Open to All

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Whether Buffy wants to be here or not, she's stuck. With that in mind, she's going to try and enjoy it. She's got her jeans rolled to her knees and her feet are bare. She's walking along the beach not doing much of anything.]

Open to All [Night Time]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Since fire is a Winchester specialty, Dean has made a bonfire on the beach. He's sitting on a piece of driftwood, staring at the flames and sipping whiskey from a flask. As long as they get back to the City eventually, this doesn't suck.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[Anna's been wandering, making sure those with injuries were being tended to, helping where she could and wishing Sam and Dean were not still marked so she could find them. As things wound down, she noted the fires that were springing up around the island, and one in particular.

Finally.

With barely a thought she appears across the fire from Dean, a worried expression on her face.]

Are you alright?

[rehymenator]

[Castiel is watching from afar, watching with some interest as Dean and Anna interact. He keeps a wary eye out for any unwelcome presences as well, though he is more likely to leave justice up to the boys.

If nothing else, Anna can likely feel his presence. Still, he'll wait until he might be needed to approach.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean glances up when Anna approaches and nods.]

Yeah I'm good.

[He looks back up at her, scoots over a bit on the log he's made into a seat and pats the space beside him]

You okay?