week one

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Week 1

[After the initial introduction of the Overseers, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Blaze Dudely and Rox came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.

On Wednesday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot.



Enjoy your week, Champions.]

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

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[newcycle]

[no can do-- also welcome to korra being deceptively strong. oops.]

Don't-- really. If you get hurt, it's not going to hurt them at all. And that's not what you want, right?

[hellahighwater]

[ Damn it, why can't she- Chloe pulls again, futilely. ]

I don't care! I just need to get the fuck out of here!

[newcycle]

We all need to get out of here! I get it, trust me. I do. I had something important I needed to take care of.

[hellahighwater]

So why are you stopping me? Someone's gotta do something!

[newcycle]

Because this isn't helping!

[in what way, shape, or form does this lead to them getting out]

What happens if they come out? How is this going to get you our of here?

[hellahighwater]

I- [ ...How will it? Everything's catching up to her. Like logic. She hates logic. ] It's- what am I supposed to do then?! Sit around and wait for everything to- fuck, it's all going to be too late!

[newcycle]

Hey, just... trust me, okay? I want to make sure we'll get out of here too.

[she relaxes her grip]

What's going to be too late? Tell me about it.

[hellahighwater]

About what? About the storm that's gonna wipe everyone I know off the fucking planet? Or about the missing girl I'm supposed to be looking for? Or about my- [ her voice cracks ] best friend who I'm supposed to be the Champion of, who's counting on my help?!

[ She's not in the interest of making sense, really, but she does snarl: ] We only had four days to stop everything from going right to hell, how can I not be freaking out right now?!

[newcycle]

Stop what from going to hell?

[look, she's not above asking questions if it gets Chloe to stop wailing the door and potentially hurting herself]

[hellahighwater]

Everything! The storm, the town, everyone's going to die and I'm stuck here sitting around eating freeze-dried food!

[ The easel leg is still in her hand. In a fit of frustration, she chucks it at the door, and it shatters to splinters. ]

[newcycle]

[man, Korra doesn't even flinch.]

We're gonna get out of here. I promise. One way or the other. And if I can help you and your friend, I'll try.

But-- and I seriously can't believe I'm the one saying this-- we need a plan.

[hellahighwater]

Screw plans! [ Her voice is trembling. ] If I wait for everyone to sit around making plans, by the time we get out of here...it won't even matter!

[ She... ] If I'm all that's left- if that's it, what does anything matter?!

[ Her fight's dissolving to fear. Her dad, Max, Rachel... She just got Max back, how can she let this happen? ]

[newcycle]

[korra feels bad, especially since she relates to the frustration....]

Hey...

[she puts a comforting hand on Chloe's shoulder... and then places her hand over the door. She's concentrating.

Sweat is forming on her brow, if she checks, and the door creaks. But that's the only sign something is going on]

[hellahighwater]

[ Korra, truly going above and beyond with these power restrictions...

Chloe doesn't notice, either way. She's too focused on everything rushing around her head and the burning fire in her gut. Though...she doesn't shrug off Korra's hand. She doesn't pull away. Instead... ]

I can't lose anyone else. I can't.

[newcycle]

[SHE'S TRYING SO HARD-- but it ain't working. Metalbending is so much harder when you're power limited. Who knew?

But she gives up for now, instead focusing on Chloe.]

You won't. I promise.

[korra, great at making promises she can't fuckin' keep]

[hellahighwater]

[ Hearing that... Chloe wishes, truly, that she could believe it. But it's like Max saying she'll write. It's like her dad saying he'll be right back.

How can she trust anything anymore, even if people mean well?

She takes the nearest chair and, instead of slamming it into the door, sits at it, eyes closed and head in her hands. Part of her appreciates this. The rest is too defeatist to. ]

[newcycle]

[Korra pauses, and then... takes a seat next to her, but on the ground. She's going to keep her company.]

[hellahighwater]

[ ... She stays like that. Just sitting there. Silent. Hiding her eyes behind her hands, just in case. Her jaw's clenched. ]

I'm getting out of here. I have to.