SHIPWIDE EFFECT

[thenurse_tlv]

[After Norton attempts to poison the tree, the following effect will set in ship-wide, starting immediately and continuing indefinitely:

• When an Assistant uses their wearable to paralyze a Patient, the paralyzation will wear off much more quickly than usual.

still during the revolt; network & spam

[quixotically]

[After helping Norton carry cleaning supplies and salt over to the tree, Elle retreats away from the fire and smoke in the common room to a hallway, where it's easier to see and breathe. She thumbs the button on her bracelet to pull up the holographic menu.]

Uh, I know this sounds weird to everyone else, with everything going on, but -- Hey, Raylan, can we talk? I've been looking for you, [no she hasn't, she knows exactly where he went] but with the chaos, I can't find you.

[What she doesn't know is that Raylan is not available at the moment. So after waiting a few minutes, Elle repeats with increasing urgency.]

Raylan? You're okay, right? Raylan...! Hey, has anybody seen him?

[Spam option is available, too, for anyone who wants to talk to her in person. She'll be on her way towards the treehouse to try to get eyes on what's going on, but she can be encountered anywhere along the way -- or overheard making this call in the halls.]

After the Revolt

[whippersnapped]

[He can't summon a smile. He has hot red burns along his face and arms where he dove into fighting the fire with nothing but whatever blankets he could grab; his hair is singed short on one side. His voice starts off flat and calm.]

We haven't had storytime for a little while. So here's a story. It's a little bit scary, but somehow I think you can handle it.

Once there was a boy who lived in a dark world, where ash fell from the red sky, and there were no flowers or fruit, and all his people were slaves, had been slaves for a thousand years. And he was half-Noble, which was even worse than being Skaa, because mixing was the most forbidden thing of all. So when he was small and his brother was even smaller, monsters with steel spikes in their eyes came he never saw his parents again. But he took his little brother and he ran and he hid and he ran and he hid, and he lied and stole and fought with dogs for scraps and when he went back to wherever they were hiding, he'd smile and tell stories and play games and do anything to keep his little brother from wandering out where the spike-eyes could get him.

And then he came to a place that could fix it. Get rid of the Emperor and the spike-eyes and their system, forever. It still wouldn't be a world with blue skies, or flowers, but people would be free. And he thought it would be horrible, right? Something like that, there's got to be a price. Maybe he's got to do something bad to someone else's little brother. Maybe -

But it isn't. It's warm, every day, and there's food, every day, and there's ways to stop anyone from attacking anyone weaker. But it just doesn't let people do anything they want all the time.

All of you grown-ups who hate it here could leave. If you had enough self-control to deal with not getting to hurt anyone for three lousy months. But you're so self-centered and prideful you'd rather destroy something that saves lives and offers miracles. You'd rather set the place you live on fire.

[Bitterly.]

How very Noble of you all.

SHIPWIDE EFFECT

[thenurse_tlv]

[After Dracula self-detonates in the treehouse, the damage is clear and immediate: both the treehouse itself, as well as the entire canopy and the top 15 feet of the trunk, are all gone, leaving nothing but heaps of charred wood and unidentifiable rubble (is that a melted binocular?) in their wake. What's more, a good chunk of the ceiling has been blown out, leaving a gaping 20-foot hole through which characters can see the void of space.

Anyone standing too close to the hole will begin to suffer the effects of altitude sickness, and anyone who lingers for too long - regardless of their intentions - runs the risk of suffering random, inexplicable bouts of paralyzation. As the Clipper has no proper deck, anyone interested in getting up there to explore will not only have to push past these obstacles, but will have to get creative as well, fashioning ropes or makeshift ladders to throw up from the damaged trunk or the topmost level in-ship. Should anyone manage to reach the exterior of the ship, they'll find that it has the rough shape of a submarine. Careful not to slide off the edge! Or stay too long, come to think of it, because that altitude sickness isn't just going to go away on its own.

The following effect will set in ship-wide, starting immediately and continuing indefinitely:

• Power caps will begin to fluctuate unpredictably. For anywhere from thirty seconds to five minutes at a time, Assistants may lose their powers completely, and Patients may regain their powers in full.


• Water in sinks and tubs will sometimes suddenly go ice cold or boiling hot. (The Sick Ward, as ever, does not contain supplies to treat anything more substantial than minor cuts and bruises.)


• Assistants who attempt to use their wearables to paralyze a Patient will run the chance of having the effect backfire, paralyzing themselves instead.]