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exploration mingle: CAPTIVITY

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: exploration mingle: rescue mission!
when: June 15 - August 15
where: The River Structure
warnings: violence and/or torture; please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

captivity

One of the major and most highly-valued cultural concepts in Riverview is that of exploration, expansion. Especially now that, with the recent influx of new arrivals, as the portal kicks into high gear for reasons not entirely known, the Inhabited City, already comfortably full, is rapidly becoming overpopulated. With all the refugees from other worlds pouring in from day to day, the city's safe space and resources are being taxed to their breaking point.

Right now, exploration and expansion is key, and each month, the government has decided to focus on a particular objective, in order to unite citizens in expanding, securing, and supplying the city for everyone's benefit.

the story so far

Exploration & Expansion Progress Report ● The Guardians of the Deep ● What Lies Beneath ● Plotting & Questions

After some serious flooding at the banks of the river, the cause was discovered to be the Guardians of the Deep, creatures protecting a circular labyrinthine structure underneath the river. Residents of the city explored and mapped the structure, and dealt with a good portion of the traps and other dangers, until they found a little piece of history in the Central Chamber of the structure, revealing that it was inhabited by the first people to live on the moon.

While this news has been exciting scholars and historians in the city, something a little more pressing has been bothering the average citizen - an ever-increasing number of missing persons. People have simply been disappearing all over the city, and only now are residents starting to realize why...

how it works

● Phases: Each prompt is a different phase of the operation. Characters may partake in whichever part of the operation they choose, whether it is a large and prominent part, or a more of a backseat or support role. Characters may participate in as many phases as they wish.

● Completion: When next month's exploration mingle goes up, the mission featured on this exploration mingle will be considered complete, and game canon, providing the entry has 200+ comments on it.

● Entry Reward: The reward for completion of this month's exploration objective will be...well, the safe return of everyone who was kidnapped. And some sweet hurt/comfort.

● IMPORTANT NOTE: Having observed how the pacing of exploration mingles has been going and how they are tagged, I have noticed that posting one exploration mingle each month has been a little hectic, both plotwise and for me as a mod (writing three mingles a month has been tough!). I have decided to space them out a bit further, and post an exploration mingle once every two months, starting with this one - the next exploration mingle will be posted in August!

phase i: the abducted

People don't simply go missing, they don't disappear into thin air, they have to be somewhere. And while those who are missing people keep frantically searching, those who have been kidnapped are the only ones besides the kidnappers who do know where they are.

Abducted by a group who have taken up residence in the structure under the city after last month's exploration died down, the missing are trapped in the Central Chamber, in fear of the kidnappers. Their abductors are a group of people that is starting to slowly take on cultist tendencies, believing that the remaining spirits of the First People still live in the structure, that it is a temple, and that those First People need offerings of host bodies to inhabit so they can return and bring their wisdom and magic back to the moon. Things are getting a little hairy - there's no agreement among the kidnappers as to how 'intact' the host bodies have to be and whether or not the sacrifice is in the form of alive or dead captives. Even worse, some of the kidnappers are only with the group to enjoy having power over others and using it to hurt them.

Captives are held in the Central Chamber of the structure, with next to no amenities. Blankets, food, water, and other necessities are in short supply, and they are kept huddled together, constantly guarded and either restrained, wearing or in the presence of a power suppressor to keep them subdued. But the captives haven't lost hope - they are working on getting a message out, finding a way to contact the outside world so their loved ones can rescue them...

This prompt is to play out interactions among the captives before they are rescued, and may include violence or other character suffering. It is also to enact plotted plans for the abductees to find connections with the outside world to summon help.

phase ii: distraction and infiltration

Once would-be rescuers become aware of where the captives are being held, they start making plans to rescue them - whether someone they love has been taken, they're just a good person, or they just want to feel like a big damn hero, there are lots of people willing to take the plunge and jump into the rescue. But the cult group has been in control of the structure for a while now, they definitely have the home team advantage. They know the lay of the land and where the traps are, and have used some of them to their own advantage.

It's not going to be as easy as storming the castle.

There are two parts to this phase of the rescue: a distraction and an infiltration. Distractions are planned to draw as many of the kidnappers away from the hostages being held in the Central Chamber as possible, while those who are stealthily infiltrating will try to find another entrance into the chamber so they can surprise and surround the remaining kidnappers.

This prompt is to play out any plans for distraction and infiltration. If you have plotted something out on the plotting post, feel free to post up a header for specific groups for threading rather than an individual character top-level.

phase iii: the brawl and after

Distractions only last so long, unfortunately, and so eventually the whole thing is going to break down into a big fight. Rescuers versus kidnappers, on the kidnappers' home turf, and surrounded by traps left over from the First People, while pieces of stationary tech throw out auras and waves of power suppression. It's going to be a doozy of a fight, so prepare for an epic throwdown!

And once the dust settles, there's going to be a lot of injuries to tend to, a lot of people traumatized and hurt and frightened. A lot of hungry, suffering people will need to be transported out, given medical care, and brought supplies.

This prompt is to play out the final fight between the kidnapping cult and the rescuers, as well as anything in the aftermath of the fight.

phase iv: wildcard

Have an idea for a mission-adjacent plot, or want to make up an unexpected plot twist or problem and solve it with your character? Just write up a starter, and don't forget to give yourself props by submitting it for the Progress Report.

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[Asterion - Environment Art: Ariadne's Forest by Nicolas Mendoza]

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[ Five days? And Peter stiffens, glancing down at her. (That same sense of guilt again, that weird thing that tells him he should have seen this coming, he should've known—)

But she's already drifting to sleep, and Peter leaves her to it.

He tips his head back against the wall, forcing himself to take deep breaths in spite of the way his ribs protest. "Breathe through it," the Ravager medic always told him. (Peter had hated that bastard, but grudgingly admitted the guy knew what he was doing.) "You don't breathe right, then your lungs aren't gonna be happy with you."

He's half-asleep, in those few hours that pass – so much for keeping watch, huh? – but the purposeful rustle of movement and the low murmur of conversation signals to him something is happening. Peter rouses, blinking awake as the cultists seem to go through a guard rotation. The man with the metal arm marches in with purpose, and Peter wonders if that's the dude Laura means. Technically, he's got two arms, but only one is real, so—?

Peter's questions are answered once the dude steps in front of them, gaze piercing as he stares down at the kid nestled against Peter's side. Peter straightens, glaring up at the guy in return, and curling his arm a little more protectively around Laura's shoulders.

Peter doesn't say a word, but the look on his face says it for him: Back the fuck off, dickmunch, or I'll rip your arm off and shove it up your ass. ]

[The man crouches, eyes fixed on Peter's now.

"You're backing the wrong horse here, fella. I'm just trying to do the spirits a favor and weed out the unworthy bodies. Do you really think a child capable of killing one man and doing this-" he nudges his metal arm up. "-is gonna be welcomed by the First People as a viable conduit for their goodness? They won't want her. But I'd love to take her off your hands."

A pause, eyes piercingly bright in the dimness. He's bloodthirsty for his own revenge, for his friend, for his arm; he wants his cruel schedule back. It crumples his face, leaves dark shadows. "Divine punishment. I can even get your music player back. Can pop in the ol' earbuds, and you won't hear a moment of it. Just close your eyes. A fair trade. What do you say?"]

[ Peter doesn't move a muscle when the dude crouches down, just keeps glaring like that might do a single goddamn thing.

He lets the guy talk and valiantly keeps himself from rolling his eyes. This bullshit about the First People just sounds like a dumb story to Peter, like The Exorcist or Ghostbusters. It's dumb and fake as hell, even if the cultists seem to believe it.

The instant the dude mentions his Zune, though, Peter freezes, gritting his teeth. When the guy finishes his spiel, a muscle in Peter's jaw tics, and for a few seconds, Peter can't bring himself to respond. The guy's looking at him so expectantly, and Peter seriously can't believe this guy thought that bargain would work. ]

Listen, Tin Man, how about you go bother someone else? Go hang out with your buddies and drink more of that Kool-Aid?

Maybe one of them can help you polish up that rusted-up arm.

[A twitch in the man’s jaw says that Peter’s smart mouth is certainly working, regardless of how beat to hell the guy is — and for a moment the man seems liable to lunge. But he breathes out through his nose, clenching and unclenching his metal fist.

“Very nice. Nice try. You can barely even breathe properly, you sore sight— could just rip her right out of your arms and you’d never be able to put up a fight above half-assed flailing.”

“Shiloh, could you give a hand out here?” A timid voice speaks up from the doorway; it’s one of the anxious, unsure looking guards that had watched Peter get his ass kicked — and had watched Laura and him struggle to leave the hall. They stand fidgeting now. “If you don’t mind using that strong arm for moving supplies? I’m afraid I’m not very muscular.”

Shiloh’s hands twitch. He smiles. “... Anything for the First People. I can come back when certain mouthy roadblocks are cycled out of the area.” He rocks back on his feet, looking down on the two figures. “I hate to tell you this in all your limited wisdom — but you can’t protect anyone. Not a damn thing.”

The man starts out, unsatisfied with his usual vengeance, while the anxious cultist looks at Peter, their eyes flashing with guilt before they too move into the hallway. Laura shifts a minute later, voice low, not quite afraid — but too soft to be anything good.]

Is he gone?

[ Peter goes rigid, poised to spring. The guy isn’t completely wrong; the sorry state Peter’s in now, he can’t imagine he’ll be able to put up much of a fight.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t. Because Peter isn’t above fighting dirty, if he has to, isn’t above kicking a dude in the balls or going for the eyes. And more than that, Peter never knows when to stay down, and he doesn’t learn.

The new voice startles him, though, and Peter’s gaze darts to the— kid. Well, maybe not a kid, but some young guy. When Dr. Claw – Shiloh, apparently – leaves with those kind words, Peter just glares after him, wearing that same look that dares the guy to start shit with him. He catches the gaze of the younger guy, sees the flash of shame on his face, and maybe that should help Peter feel better, but it absolutely doesn’t. Just a touch of sympathy isn’t going to fly very far when they’re all stuck down here in the first place, shackled and collared and herded like cattle.

When Laura shifts and speaks, Peter’s arm tightens around her again. ]

We’re good.

[ Quietly, if a little heatedly. ]

What a total douchebag.

[She hums, staring at the far wall, looking a bit checked-out.

Until — ]

I did not have pancakes to throw, so I cut his arm off.

[Ah, there we go.]

[ if it weren’t for the fucked-up situation they currently find themselves in, Peter might bark out a laugh with how bluntly she puts it.

But, well, laughing sounds like an awful idea right now – both for drawing unwanted attention and for how it would probably jar his injured ribs – so he settles instead for a lopsided smile. ]

Yeah. I think you made the right call.

He’s the one that grabbed you?

[She nods, cheek scuffing against his jacket.]

He tried. And failed.

[Because she lopped his arm off. But.]

They were taking Poe, so I came to help. But then they put the collar on me, and I couldn't use my claws... I could not heal. [She holds up a shaky hand, where there are scabbed up cuts in her knuckles — when the collar went on and her claws retracted, it left injuries that couldn't heal.] I had pain tolerance sessions in Transigen, though, so it's not as bad as the other children held here. I would rather it be me than them that people are angry at.

[ He glares in Shiloh’s general direction, where he disappeared through the doorway, and— yeah. Once they get busted out of here, if he sees that guy before Laura does, he’s definitely going to beat his face in, too, or possibly use the dude’s ribs like a xylophone, like he’s seen in cartoons.

But the mention of “pain tolerance sessions” snaps him out of that particular fantasy, and he tries to hide his grimace. ]

... You need to be careful, okay? These guys obviously aren’t gonna hold back, just ‘cause you’re a kid.

[ He takes a breath, carefully licking his lips, trying to avoid the worst of the cuts there. Peter knows the cultists are going to figure out a way to separate the two of them, which means Peter won’t be able to step in for Laura if she gets in over her head.

(He’s wise enough to know that he won’t be able to talk her out of it wholesale, like he wants to. He knows that even if he says, “Keep your head down. Make sure they don’t notice you,” she’ll ignore him completely.

Mostly because that’s exactly what he would have done as a kid, too.) ]

I know this is gonna be shitty to hear, and even shittier for me to say, but— you can’t take on everything. Help who you can, but you won’t be able to help everyone. You gotta choose your battles.

[Hey man, Laura will not have the chance to kill anyone in here when all is said and done, so have at them. Maybe it's for the best that she doesn't; Loki and Kirk'll stop her from any sort of rampage that drags her further from herself. But that's not for here. Here, she's thinking of cutting off his other arm; would her father approve of that kind of spite? Or maybe he'd be the one cutting the arms off.

She likes to think he loved her enough to have her covered. He came back for her, after all.

She gives him a look that is rather humorous.]

Choose your battles.

Like... getting beat up over your music player?

[Her eyebrows rise up high on her head.]

[ don’t @ him like this, Laura.

Not that he seems to mind, considering he doesn’t hesitate: ]

Yeah.

[ He scrubs the good side of his face, breathing through the flare of anger that licks against the inside of his sternum. ]

... It was from my dad.

[She stares at him for a moment, dark eyes thoughtful.

With a wince, she shifts enough to reach up and tug at the nearly hidden chain around her neck; a few tugs and dogtags topple out of her shirt to sit in one hand. WOLVERINE and LOGAN look back at them, old but still well-cared for.]

These are from mine. But he didn't give them to me.

They were a gift, from Riverview.

[Tit for tat.

She looks at them carefully.]

He did not know I existed until I escaped the lab.

[ Another sympathetic glance, and Peter looks back to the dog tags sitting in her palm. ]

He didn’t give the Zune to me, either. Didn’t have a chance to, because he— died. Saving me.

[ He shifts, ostensibly to get a little more comfortable, but in practice, he’s trying to buy himself some time to think. ]

Yondu wasn’t really my father, but— he was still my dad. A shitty one, most of the time – hell, almost the entire time. The old bastard barely knew what he was doing, treated me like crap, but... he did what he could.

He was an awful dad, and we both knew it, but we still ended up saddled with each other.

I guess it turned out okay.

[The story is so familiar, it churns her stomach and makes her heart race. Logan's hand in hers, dying because he came back — saved her knowing it would likely be the end of him. and it was an ugly way to go, but he looked at her so softly, like a real father — so this is what it feels like. He was a shitty dad, and he left her behind more than once. He knew he had no idea how to be a father, how to care for a daughter he'd only known about for days. Not even months, not even weeks, but days.

All she'd ever wanted was her mom and dad. And she knew she would never see her mom, so she'd held out the quiet hope, had read the comic books, daydreamed about what he could've been. And he's gone, because of her.

She looks up at him with welled up tears in her eyes and a tremble to her lips. The beatings hurt less than this. But there's a look of desperate understanding there that is not paralleled. She squeezes the dog tags hard enough to hurt.]

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[ When she looks up at him, he’s— not sure what he expects, but it definitely wasn’t this. And when he sees the tears in her eyes, the quiver of her lip, his stomach drops straight through to the core of the moon. ]

Oh, shit.

[ And he breathe the words out before he carefully pulls her against him, winding his arms around her shoulders.

She’s just a kid. So many of the captives here are just kids, and it’s not fucking fair. ]

It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get out of this, alright?

[This was not something her friends at home could offer her. They were all like her - unfamiliar with how to show any kind of comfort, because they weren't allowed to do anything like it. Hugging, kind words, they were difficult. So when he's offered here she readily leans into it, burying her face into Peter's shirt.

She tries to remember what Rogue had told her. That it wasn't on her, that it was what Logan would have chosen — that he wouldn't have wanted her to feel the terrible guilt she bites back when she's out in the world.

She shakes her head from where she's pressed.]

Ya lo sé.

My dad fought too hard for me. I can't die here.

See? There you go. We’re gonna get out of this just fine.

[ And he says it quietly, with as much confidence as he can muster.

He surprises himself, honestly, with how much he means it. Gamora and Mantis and Groot are aboveground, back in the city proper, and he has complete faith in them. And it’s— it’s really weird, honestly, how much he trusts them to come for him, how much he trusts that they’re going to find him, but there it is. In a different moment, he might even feel a little nervous about how much faith he’s placed in them, but right now? He’s holding onto that like a lifeline.

He lets her cry it out for a few moments. (He didn’t really get that luxury with the Ravagers; they were always telling him how much sentiment would cloud his head, how crying made him a baby, that he needed to suck it up. Always kept poking and prodding at him to make him cry more so they could lecture him longer.

Fuck those guys, honestly.) And after a little while, when she calms a little, he asks quietly, ]

You wanna tell me about him? Your dad, I mean.

[She wipes at her face — enough weakness for now, she thinks. She has to wait for her voice to become level again, and for her breathing to even (but it still hurts, all of it still hurts, far more than her head or cheek or back). But maybe she should talk about it — about what happened at home. And especially when now of all times may be the most crucial.

So she tells him, slowly, thoughtfully, rubbing the metal dog tags between her fingers.]

He is one of the last of us. Of mutants. Everything I can do, it's because they used his DNA to do it... He used to be a hero — The Wolverine, and part of a group of heroes who protected people. I had read some of the comics about him and the X-Men, and I had... wanted to meet him more than anything.

We were going to pay him to help us across the border, away from the men who wanted to kill us. When Gabriela and I found him, though... he was very sick, and he drank, and he was always angry and tired. He was not the man from the comics. And he did not particularly want to — deal with me.

[ He's silent, letting her work her way through it. He can... relate, honestly. Mom had told him so much shit about Ego, told him what a great man he was, how smart and witty and intelligent. How kind and compassionate and caring. How alike the two of them were, what a spitting image Peter was of him.

Turns out, it was all a bunch of bullshit, but only because Ego had fed the two of them lies on lies.

But there's a difference, here, because Laura still has a keepsake of her father, which has to mean something. ]

I'm guessin' he turned around you, huh?

... I don't know. I think so.

He tried to leave me behind a few times.

[Ah, yes, true family love.]

He and Charles — his... father figure, they took me across the states. Then Charles was... killed. [She swallows hard, because she had also loved Charles — from the moment she'd met him. He treated her with more kindness than she had ever seen before, outside of the nurses, and even then... they could only do so much for her. But Charles...] When I made it to the border and regrouped with what children survived, he decided to leave us and go separate ways.

[A pause.]

He told me he sucks at being anything like a father.

... But I had no examples of what a father was like. It didn't matter to me how bad he was at it, because I had never had one before him.

... Yeah. That sounds familiar.

[ And he says it a little gruffly, almost a little guiltily, because he's starting to see why his words had upset her as much as they had.

His arms curl around her a little more protectively. ]

But he came back?

[She nods, a bit more numbly than before.]

We were found when we were crossing the border. He saw that we were being followed, so he turned around and ran to find us again... [A moment's pause. It's surreal for her to even be saying any of this — she had never been sure she could look back at it without just quieting entirely. The turning point of her life had been the moment she heard him rushing to find her, through the forest.] He was dying, though. He had been dying for a long time, because of the metal bones in his body — the adamantium, like my claws, they had poisoned him.

It made it harder for him to heal.

[She rubs her nose with her sleeve.]

Before I could save him, they hurt him too badly to heal from it.

I sat with him. All I could do was stay with him. But I — I think... I think I saw that he loved me. [She rubs at her eyes again, feeling ridiculously small and her age, for once, vulnerable — and miserable about being vulnerable.] He didn't say it exactly, but I think it was what he meant.

... I was walking away from where we buried him, when I came here.

Yeah. I’m sure he did.

[ He means it sincerely, even.

Peter was in her shoes all too recently, saw the way Yondu smiled at him, sad and warm all at once. It still haunts him, sometimes, the certainty and acceptance in the bastard’s eyes, the sadness there. Yondu knew he was a dead man far sooner than Peter managed to figure it out, and it—

Fuck, it had hurt. Since then, he’s understood that Yondu had made his own choice, had weighed the scales and put Peter above himself. Peter’s not sure why, and he’s pretty sure he’ll never understand. But for a while, Peter had blamed himself. He might as well have killed Yondu with his own hands, might as well have aimed a gun and pulled that trigger.

He never wants to be in a position like that again.

But he can think about that later. For now, he pulls Laura against him again, rests his hand lightly against the back of her head. ]

I’m sorry you lost him.

[You know, it's sad — but nobody has ever really said that to her before.

It's nice, though. To hear such things, it makes it... easier.

She glances up from behind a curtain of dark hair.]

And I am sorry you lost yours.

[A pause. A sniff.]

... Was he cool?

[ The question makes him pause, and he breathes out a soft, short laugh. ]

He was a total dick. He yelled all the time, beat the crap out of me, threatened to eat me whenever I stepped out of line.

[ He tips his head back against the wall, taking a breath. Then, ]

But... yeah. He was pretty cool.

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ur doin this shit on purpose how could u

how was i supposed to know they’d unlock tragic backstory

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