i'll keep the lights on in this place ( open )

[angele]

WHO: Clary Fray + Open
WHERE: All over the ship
WHEN: Feb 14th - Feb 28th
WHAT: Event catch all
WARNINGS: none off the top of my head? will adjust if any openers lead to anything that needs a warning

001. ❚ just pretend it's a disco party. with cats. ( 2/14 - locked to wash ) [ This isn't exactly how Clary planned to spend Valentine's Day. She had plans. She had plans for a reason actually, but that's beside the point. She was going to go to a show later that at the ice rink and see figure skating live for the first time. She was going to meet up with Wash and get all the things she needed for her new cat she was going to pick up. Then everything just goes sideways. Literally. They're plunged into darkness, and Clary is pretty certain the sci-fi armageddon she had joked around about was actually going to start happening. Her nyx rune kicked in almost immediately, and she took out her witchlight to give herself more light. It took longer than she cared to admit to to get around, though she's thankful that she wasn't in a room when this all went down. All rooms seemed to be locked as she floats past them. ] Okay.... maybe this is normal.... [ She grunts to herself as she reaches the ceiling with a thud. She groans slightly, turning to wedge her fingers against anything that will give her leverage. She was already on her way to the shelter... Maybe Wash will know something. At the very least she needs to check on him. So with little else to do, she launches herself down the hall, trying to reach the shelter and Wash to help if he needs it. ] 002. ❚ heading down a long path ( 2/15 onwards ) [ As things start to level set on the ship, Clary does her best to wander and try to help where she's needed. After all, she has all these runes and she's no good at tech things. She can try to save people, though, or get them better help if necessary. Really, she just needs something to do to feel as though she's contributing, and there's no use going to work in this environment. She can be found in various places around the ship. a. Maybe saving someone from floating away when the gravity stops functioning again or b. guiding people through the dark when power goes off? c. There are plenty of places to run into her to get help throughout the ship, and she spends most of her days wandering around looking to help anyway. So asking her for assistance doesn't seem like it'd trouble her. d. There's also the potential to end up trapped with her somewhere. Sometimes these doors don't quite work right... If no help is needed, though, Clary may just approach your character. e. She seems genuinely concerned about how you're doing, even going so far as to sit with your character and ask how things are going. She wouldn't mind some friendly conversation, and she seems intent on starting it with someone. So if you need a distraction, she's ready and willing to chat. ]

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[angele]

[ It is pretty lucky Clary was around. She was actually going to ask how his game was going, she hadn't gotten a chance yet to play that one after she'd heard about it being released. Then he starts to float as the gravity shuts down.

She's close enough she latches onto the chair with one hand, grabbing his ankle with her other hand to help try to prevent him floating off too far and hitting his head. ]

Guess we're doing this again.

Hi, I'm Clary by the way. [ She shoots up a grin, trying not to lose her grip on the chair. ]

[slackbeard]

[For this, Clary, he'll give out all the secrets he knows about the first... let's say 25 levels. The smile she gets in return is lopsided, distracted as he is trying to swim his way down to get a hold on something. It takes an awkward few seconds but he manages! Without kicking her in the face, even.]

Jughead. [And she sighs, clipping is communicator onto a belt. Security!] This is great, huh? Can't wait until we hit some kinda wormhole and get some time travel errors going. That way I can finally tell my younger self that thinking low gravity is cool makes him a tool.

[angele]

[ there's a very sudden laugh at that mental image of telling their younger selves about the real perils of low gravity. ] I don't know. It's not so bad.

It's when the gravity comes back on and you're on the ceiling.... [ She cringes a little bit. Maybe a bit too close to home.

She's using the chair to try to pull them back, nearly groaning with the strain of it. Once she's close enough, she gets behind the chair to use it to anchor herself as she holds him. Feet pressed against the back of it, his floating at an angle works for her to keep her pressed against the chair at the right angle that she doesn't just slip on past it again. ]

Give me your hand! I think I can get you down here now.

[slackbeard]

If you can you'll be my hero for life, forever, for as long as my attention span can last.

[Which isn't very long, he'll admit, but surely it's worth something. He grabs for Clary's hand, and is even actually successful after a few tries. Keeping himself from getting stuck on the ceiling is now top priority.]

[angele]

[ Once she has his hand, she talks hold with both hands and hauls him back towards the chair. It's not the most graceful act, especially as she nearly slips and both of them nearly go floating off. Whoever had the foresight to bolt some of the furniture down as her hero, really.

Finally she manages to get him close enough to the chair he should be able to grab. ]

There. I think that should do it.

Maybe use a belt to try to hold you down?

[slackbeard]

[He does, finally, grab the chair and pull himself down. Clary gets the most grateful look he can muster up.]

Belt holds me, I hold communicator! Not a bad idea/ [And he does start working to get himself tied down. Suck it, gravity.] That was a very daring rescue, by the way. A life debt might be owed-- especially since my high score is still in place.