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Croix Bartel ([personal profile] grandbellknight) wrote in [community profile] luministi_logs2012-06-17 03:03 pm

Seems like doomsday's come early this year...

Characters: Those searching for the life support terminals
Location: All around Luministi!
Time: During the quick-time event
Summary: Time to find those terminals, reset them (all at the same time, mind!) and fix this! ... But is it really going to be that easy?
Warnings: None (yet?)

Six terminals, six parties looking for them, and time is running out. ... Along with any breathable air.

Following Proctor's instructions (and unfortunately limited memory), everyone looking for the important life support terminals would have to begin searching. Though they don't know exactly where each one is hidden, they knew they'll be in locations that were important to those originally in charge of the town. So, with a few locations in mind, at least they aren't blindly wandering the town. The idea is to split up, to try to get to the terminals simultaneously.

Still, they'd have to act fast. As time passes, it gets just that much harder to breathe, after all.

((OoC: Feel free to use this post to log out your adventures in terminal-resetting. ♥ Prose or [action brackets], probably doesn't matter. Go, go, go!))
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[personal profile] luministimods 2012-06-18 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The moment Mu arrives in the office, he might notice something odd under Resarci's old desk. It's subtle, but seeing as the floor is a slick white with no observable breaks in the surface, a thin black outline of what could be a square should stick out like a sore thumb.
lamb_of_gold: (Neutral: Apathy)

[personal profile] lamb_of_gold 2012-06-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed, it did not go unnoticed.

"Doctor," Mu called. "There's something in here."

He padded over and crouched nearby, running his hands over the outline, feeling to see if it's a break in the surface, or if there are any cracks therein.
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[personal profile] bit_impossible 2012-06-18 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor sat bolt upright, narrowly missing smashing his head on the bed frame, and jumped to his feet. "Hold on, I'm coming!"

And so he arrived less than a minute later--thank goodness the clinic was much smaller than other hospitals and medical offices he's been in previously! His eyebrows shot up when he saw that outline. "Ohhhh, look at that. He would have it there, wouldn't he?" He crouched down on his side of the desk, peering under at Mu and the outline. "I think you can pry it up there."
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[personal profile] luministimods 2012-06-18 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
But there was no need for prying of any kind since as soon as Mu began to feel around the outline, the panel began to rise up and soon slid away to reveal a terminal! It was a foot wide and looked like it could be removed from its holder. The screen lit up immediately and showed a field of stars, but soon turned black with simple white letters that read:

"To access this terminal, your choice is a simple one: A or B.

"Answer correctly, and you may proceed.

"Answer incorrectly, and you may not live long enough to regret it.
"

Then two buttons appeared onscreen, one with a bright A on it and a B on the other. Otherwise, the terminal seemed to be waiting for a decision.
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[personal profile] lamb_of_gold 2012-06-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Wonderful." Mu was clearly not impressed by this. He looked up at the Doctor, one hand tensed into a fist - the only sign that he was at all perturbed by this development. "Ideas?"
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[personal profile] bit_impossible 2012-06-18 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
His features had drawn into a contemplative frown. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "we've only got two options. Both look pretty good, and I know which one I'd pick, but...I trust you to pick one." He offered Mu and encouraging smile.
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[personal profile] lamb_of_gold 2012-06-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Lives on the line and you..." Mu cut his thought, looking back at the options. Fifty-fifty to restore the air, and god only knew what the other option was.

After only a moment of hesitation, he pressed A
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[personal profile] luministimods 2012-06-20 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
The chosen button flashed for a few seconds, then the whole screen went black as though it were thinking...

It was dark for a good minute before another screen appeared that read:

"To reset Life Support systems, press when ready."

Then a single button appeared, waiting to be pressed. It seemed the terminal won't say whether the choice was right or wrong. But once the button was ready to be pressed, it would work without fail.

[ooc: To make things easier, we can assume Mu and Ten waited for the others to find their terminals before they press it.]
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[personal profile] bit_impossible 2012-06-20 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor rose his eyebrows at the terminal, a contemplative look on his face. "Well, that's it then?" he wondered out loud. "How anti-climactic." And yes, he sounded very disappointed. There wasn't even a countdown--well, not one he could visibly see at the mo'. So, he stood up, dusting his knees off, and said, "Hopefully the others have found their's by now. I'll leave button duty to you again, hmm?"
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[personal profile] lamb_of_gold 2012-06-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Mu resisted a sigh of relief. He turned to the Doctor instead and nodded. "I'll leave you to coordinate timing with the others?"
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[personal profile] bit_impossible 2012-06-20 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
He smiled faintly and said, "I will do." His hand went up to his CAT, turning it on to contact Croix and the others, and when it was time, he got the go-ahead and nodded for Mu to press the button.
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[personal profile] lamb_of_gold 2012-06-20 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Through his peripheral vision, Mu caught the nod and tapped the button. He hoped this worked - the stress was no good for oxygen consumption, after all.