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(event) WAY DOWN WE GO

EVENT LOG: WAY DOWN WE GO

AUGUST 14TH - 24TH

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This log is a general dump for all log threads pertaining to August's Way Down We Go event - and in lieu of the lack of catch-all for August, you can feel free to do non-event log threads here as well! Go ahead and utilize vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
The main chunk of the event takes place between the IC dates August 17th (reveal of the hatch) and August 22nd (the latest the spelunkers can be freed before they drown). No rush leaping on this event post, since I know most folks are honestly still plotting about it.
All event information can be found on the July Event Infopost!
Please take special care in this event to label your top-levels with identifying information such as the IC date, any prompts specifically pertaining to event roles (spelunker, rescue efforts, etc), and/or 'non-event' for any non-event prompts you may include. Just trying to keep things organized!
I'm going to help solidify the plotting efforts over the next few days to help make sure everyone's on the same page, but none of it will be set in stone just in case latecomers want in too. If you want in, chime in on the spelunkers, rescue efforts, or support roles top-levels as applicable!
Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.

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A. Spelunking - If you want people to leave something alone, don't tell them to leave it alone

[ As soon as the Technicians send out a message to stay away from the hatch, the hatch immediately becomes Geralt's primary interest. This means he's probably one of the first people there, and he's wasting no time going down there.

As soon as he spots someone else, whether it's someone following him or someone already there, he'll send them a look that could almost be seen as concerned. ]

Might be dangerous.

[ And he won't assume that he's the only one who could handle that, but also ... might assume it a little bit. Because he often is the only one who can handle a problem in the near vicinity.

Of course, that problem usually involves monsters, and he doesn't know if there will be any here. ]

B. Cave-in - Why can't things ever go smoothly

[ The ceiling gives in, and Geralt's first thought is of course. Why wouldn't it?

Instinctively, he turns towards it even as he backs away, and tries to send some rocks away from him and anyone else around him with Aard. And it's not that it doesn't work, because the first rocks falling do end up landing a good distance away from him, but that's not about to stop the rest of the ceiling. And, unfortunately, backing away isn't as fast as running straight ahead, and he's a little bit too slow with turning back around.

A rock strikes him in the shoulder, and he gives a grunt of pain as he stumbles forward a few steps, trying to regain his balance but ultimately loosing it. He manages to land on his shoulder and roll onto his back to try and get up quickly, but the ceiling falls over him before he gets that far, covering most of his lower half and trapping both legs.

Which looks pretty bad, but his reaction is pretty resigned. Just an annoyed grimace and a heavy sigh as he drops onto his back completely.

Of course. ]

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[meanwhile, sizhui somehow narrowly misses getting trapped beneath any rocks when the ceiling starts dropping. a stone or two strike his shoulder and some shrapnel cuts his left cheek, but he stumbles forward, tosses himself aside where he lands safely out of the way at the risk of falling on his elbows. which is fine, he'd rather they get scraped up instead of being crushed—

everything finally settles and he exhales a breath he'd been holding, lifting an arm to cough into his sleeve. after he lowers it again, through the haze of dust he spots geralt, lower-half stuck beneath a decent-sized rockpile. well, that's not good; perhaps he should've paid better attention to his surroundings and the fact there was someone else nearby that could have used his help sooner.

too late for that, but it isn't too late to offer now!]

Hang on, I'll come help you! [then he clambers upright, rushes toward the man and moves to start pushing stones aside. goodness, hopefully his legs aren't broken...] Can you, ah, still feel everything in your lower extremities?

[ As tempted as he is to snap something about how he can get himself out of this, he manages to swallow it back down. It would just be stupid to turn down assistance when half of his body is pinned down.

With a grunt of annoyance, he pushes himself up on his elbows and scans the cave-in. Is it even safe to dig him out? ]

So far.

[ Mostly it's just a dull pressure, but something smarts a little bit more than the rest. So, great, the rocks must have twisted one of his ankles. ]

Slow down. Don't need it caving in more.

[ It's probably safe to free his upper legs, but the shins and below look precarious. ]

[safe enough or not, sizhui keeps right on moving rock after rock, glancing up every now and then to make certain nothing's going to come tumbling down. “so far,” the man says, which is quite the proper answer.

if they can get him out from underneath the rubble, he's got magic that'll help with (most) injuries, so there is one positive thing here; twisted limbs ought to be simple enough to mend, but should that not be the case, he can at least ease the pain. his attention briefly flickers to geralt, eyebrows arching with consideration then knitting worriedly afterward.

the guy makes a point, though sizhui's wondering about things shifting before they can get him freed. nevertheless, the boy slows, shifting one of the larger stones a particular way so the pressure eases of geralt's knee and props onto another rock instead.] Okay, uhm. [he reaches toward his left side a moment, fumbles for his pocket, unfortunately finds it empty.] ...I suppose a talisman is out of the picture, then.

[sigh.] Are you able to pull yourself back at all?

[ He wasn't really aware of the pressure when it was on him, but as soon as the heavy rock is gone, he gives a relieved sigh and drops down on his back for a moment. Much better. ]

Maybe.

[ He gives one leg an experimental wriggle and pull, and his ankle smarts in protest.

Never mind. ]

No.

[well, that's good to see. relief is, anyway, but the fact geralt can't even wiggle out the slightest bit proves more worrisome. sizhui thoughtfully chews his lip, considers the current placement of rocks then spares a brief glance around.

they need a lever of some sort because if he can stick it in there just right, he'll be able to lift enough weight, the man should be able to pull himself free. his sword might've been a good idea, though there's an unfortunate problem of rocks falling ~~everyone dies~~ and never being able to get it back turns him off that thought. might be one other way, but it could require some inconvenient positioning.]

It'll be a little awkward, but... [he stands, shifts to geralt's opposite side and crouches, moves until he's leaned on his elbows with his heels braced against the very top and outermost stones.] As soon as I push, you have to move back though, understand?

Sure.

[ That's easy enough. He digs his elbows a bit harder into the ground beneath him in preparation. He's not sure what about it will apparently be awkward, but as long as he gets free he doesn't really care. ]

[it's awkward because the moment geralt is braced and ready, he shifts so both his legs are stretched above the man's, his heels settled against the uppermost stone now, this way he can push with all his might.

just long enough for geralt's legs to be freed— then the moment they are, sizhui pushes off, tumbles himself backward, is upright as the rocks come crashing down. the whole thing happens so quickly, it shouldn't be that surprising when he's beside geralt all of a sudden, grasping him by the shoulders and hauling (or trying to? here's hoping he can still use his elbows!) him backward out of harm's way.]

[ That's an impressive amount of strength, but Geralt has no time to marvel at it. As soon as the pressure on his legs eases up, he starts pushing himself back--

And before he knows it he's being manhandled further away, genuinely shocked at how quickly Sizhui moves. Enough that his eyes are wide with surprise as he sits up. ]

[they narrowly avoid anything falling back onto geralt, but good gods, sizhui's going to call that a win. once the dust has settled somewhat, he huffs a relieved sigh, averts his attention back to geralt and— is promptly astonished, too.

more-so by the look he's being given because while he knows his strength, he's more worried about,] Are you okay? That didn't make anything worse, did it?

I'm ... fine.

[ Perfectly fine. Just very surprised. Where does all that strength fit in this man's body? ]

Good to hear!

[probably a bit more chipper than they need, but sizhui's relieved and it seems like geralt is doing alright, too. he kneels beside his legs again, head tilted questioningly.] Can you move your legs at all now?

Mm.

[ He pulls his knees up to his chest and everything, and then slowly tries to stand, keeping one hand on the wall just in case. There was nothing to worry about, though, because he's steady enough, and his twisted ankle only smarts a little. ]

[thank goodness, sizhui is there too, anyway. he does stand beside geralt, ends up reaching a hand to catch his other arm just in case the man isn't as steady as he seems, although it seems unnecessary when he's doing alright. so, he draws the hand back and smiles faintly.]

Good, you're able to stand, so let's try walking? Any pain you might have afterward, I could try helping with.

[ Okay, that's enough. ]

I'm fine.

[ Definitely way too harsh and unfriendly towards someone who's been nothing but kind and helpful, but Geralt just doesn't deal with that well. He's used to seeing to his wounds by himself, and has only very begrudgingly accepted Jaskier's help.

It's starting to feel overbearing, and he's over it. ]

[oh. well, alright then, that's totally fine, too.] Okay. [and the boy withdraws even further, squaring his shoulders, lips pursed with worry in spite of himself.

nobody's sincerely refused his help in such a manner, it's a bit surprising, but sizhui can take a hint. many people here wouldn't have accepted it from a stranger in the first place, he's impressed geralt let him do as much as he's done— but now he's just. awkwardly sort of standing there with his hands clasped behind his back.

should he leave? if geralt's able to handle himself, what else is there left to do?]

[ Well, Sizhui, there aren't very many places to go. Geralt's going to act like there aren't a bunch of other people now caught behind this cave-in, as he walks over to the pile of rocks to see if they could potentially simply dig their way out.

There's definitely a slight limp in his step, but it's not much. It hardly hurts at all. ]

[no, there isn't, though there is plenty of space away from geralt he could be occupying. which is what he plans on doing, considering he's meandering in the opposite direction for now to hopefully distract himself with something else.

but don't think he isn't keeping an eye on you, geralt! especially considering the limp and all.]

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(event) WAY DOWN WE GO

Geralt of Rivia // OTA

cave-in;

What a darling face he has

it can only get better c:

Bless.

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