SO BELOW - EVENT LOG

[pluviosamods]

SO BELOW

With a slightly bump that can be felt throughout the ship, progress levels out. The skies above are threatening rain, but there aren't any drops falling from the sky... Yet.

Not that you'd know it, looking out the windows. A foreign ocean stands outside, on the other side of the glass - the ghost of an ocean, long gone from the truth of this world.

Just like so many other things, which have become visible to those who are willing to pay attention.

This is the event log for SO BELOW. Information for the first part of the Event (days 15 and 16) can be found here, along with sign-up options for the second part of the event.

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[sanktawithashotgun]

Federico loops the spare harnesses over his own shoulder so they don't go flying and hit someone later. Their...link had always been strange and discordant, like being on two different comms channels right next to each other. It made listening to what Sunday felt very difficult, but now...it's difficult for different reasons.

Such intense emotion, all at once, tumbling in circles and static. His halo and mind ache, and his concern for the halovian only grows. Still, they have a procedure to follow. They're running out of time, but they can do it.

'If it's not too much trouble'? Federico's hands squeeze at the other's shoulders involuntarily. "It is not. I would have not offered my assistance without meaning it." He always means what he says. He means to help, Sunday in particular, whose priorities are...strange to him. But he can work with them.

He is...relieved when Sunday agrees and works to fasten his own harness. Federico crouches down with him, first to instruct the drone to proceed to wherever it was needed next, so the constant noise can stop from that. Then, telegraphing his movements, he reaches forward to make sure Sunday's harness is fastened properly. He takes extra care to make sure the wings at his waist are arranged safely, as the harness was not created with them in mind.

"Apologies are not necessary. I am...relieved I found you at all. The situation which I find you is irrelevant, as long as I am able to ensure your safety," he says, matter of fact, focused.

He looks up, giving a nod. "You did well. Everything is in its proper place according to the diagram."

And with that he settles down next to Sunday, fastening the proper cables and straps quickly. He'd done it enough times to work from the diagram from memory by now.

Technically speaking he should...secure himself further away so as to not risk running into Sunday himself. But the idea of not being able to reach him should something go wrong is...more unsettling. So here he stays.

The automated voice is counting down. They are both properly secured. Yet Sunday's anxiety still rings out in static tones...

Federico knows this does not solve the problem, but he's been shown it helps. He does not know why, but that it does. So he reaches out a hand for Sunday to take, if he so wishes. "It will be alright," he says calmly.

He'll make sure of it.

[harmoniousconsecration]

"Even if the situations you continue to find me in are with... varying degrees of distress?" Sunday asks, allowing Federico to ensure he was snug and secure. There are still spikes of fear emanating from his side of their connection, but the worst of it is mostly quelled, now that he isn't alone, now that the harness is around him and his parasympathetic nervous system is not convinced he and everyone around him are about to die.

Sheepishly, he adds, "Thank you. I know we are all... very much out of our depth, here. I don't wish you to constantly feel as though I cannot be left alone."

He watches Federico secure himself with ease. He'd taken the other at face value, of course, when he said he'd been helping people, but hadn't considered he'd already be so practised at it. Sunday is... grateful, that he is close. Even if it may not be wholly safe, if the landing is rough.

The sankta offers Sunday his hand, telling him it will be alright.

"Perhaps so."

Sunday... is inclined to believe him. Willing to try. He takes Federico's hand, breathing slowly, deeply. When the countdown dwindles, and the ship breaks out into a run, Sunday squeezes his hand, shutting his eyes tightly. His stomach lurches with the jump, making him feel more than a little ill, but it isn't overlong until the Ship touches ground once more, and it's. Over.