THE GOTTALA DAUMADAAL

[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Daumadaal of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[This is a vast Gottala, a sleek and synchronized structure that values symmetry. All its streets are well-paved and well-lit, all its buildings are a beautiful, clean marble that harken to the perfection of a mausoleum --

Wait a moment.

Oh my god.

Those ARE mausoleums.

This is a graveyard ship.

And suddenly the tranquil air thickens into a sinister soup when you realize that the few people sloshing past you are CONDEMNED CRIMINALS infected with NASTY DISEASES who are sentenced to live out the rest of their hateful days tending to DECAYING CORPSES.

And oh, you soon learn, these condemned criminals sent here to serve the dead until they die? They're literally meant to die.

There is NO FOOD and NO WATER on Gottala Daumadaal.

Everyone sentenced here is prone to cannibalism.]

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[glowsferatu]

[ the moment she sees the tip of the beast breach the surface, her chainsaw is in her hand, ready to face whatever terrible threat they've been thrust into. by the time the rest of it is out, staring at them all from its full height, the chainsaw falls to the ground. it's too much, she can't do it. she can't fight something that big, she won't be able to save anyone. this is it, the end, the way she finally dies for good. not with a bang, not even a whimper. this could hardly be considered so much as a sigh, and she isn't ready.

she closes her eyes tightly, hoping it will be quick, and only opens them again as the whole city seems to quake. the dragon's gone, but is the threat over? she braces herself against the nearest coffin as the gottala rocks in the creature's wake, catching her weapon and returning it to the ether. once it settles, she's back to her feet, surveying the scene and trying to determine just what the intention of the new apparitions is.

a small grey form runs past, he seems to have the right idea about it. she falls in pace behind him easily, not going near her top speed to keep from overtaking him. ]

Karkat! What the hell is any of this?

[crab]

[ he startles at the familiar voice, when he takes notice of kanaya running alongside him. any relief he might feel upon seeing her is smothered by the panic currently overwhelming him. his answer is more than a little hysterical. ]

Oh, sure, let me just -- [ a pause, to gasp for breath, leaping over what he thinks might have been a pile of bleached-white bones. ] -- deliver you my thesis on the fucking matter, because clearly I know everything there is to know about this!

[glowsferatu]

[ she zig-zags around the pile, taking enough time to notice it. it feels like they're moving too slowly, especially if it's away from a threat. her breath is as steady as if she was walking, she hasn't begun to break a sweat. ]

You know enough to run, apparently, which means there's something you certainly consider worth running from. [ she turns her head back, seeing the ghosts. she's known too many ghosts already to think these might be an immediate threat. ] I don't need a thesis by any means, just a sense of logical cohesion.

[ she was suddenly transported to a graveyard a few hours ago. not a minute ago, she was afraid for the first time in ages that she might die, and worse, die uselessly. she's running out of things to attribute any kind of logic to. ]

[crab]

I don't know! [ he snaps, impatience overtaking fear for a moment, both with how unruffled she sounds and how out of breath he is. ] I know fuck-all about what's happening, okay, except that I don't want a complementary hands-on lesson on it from those assholes! Now shut up!

[glowsferatu]

[ no, he's probably right. whatever they are doesn't look friendly, and it would be better not to risk learning exactly what that would be. distance is the best defense against an unknown enemy, and he wasn't getting enough at this pace. ]

Let me help.

[crab]

Be my guest! [ he gasps, rounding one of the sharper corners. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ she could have made a portal, but every time she's tried to even take in the new setting has left her reeling. she's had enough time to know that can't be depended on.

instead she uses the turn of the corner to move up alongside him, wrapping an arm around his waist to get his feet off the ground. she draws him close to bring the other around him just the same, leaning down as she picks up speed. her footfalls become more rapider, heavier, so her silent running gives way to a nearly machine gun string of pap noises. the gottala blurs around them as she speeds away as far as her feet will take her. ]