Tuunbaq Attack - Open Log

[thetuunbaq]

The tuunbaq paws at an ice-cap. The wind whips up the snow, lightning flashes above illuminating the quick work it makes of the ice. Two swipes from its massive claws and the tunnel is open.

The tuunbaq crawls through. It can smell the fresh meat waiting for it on the other side of the ice.


((This is an all-purpose thread for the tuunbaq attack! Inside you'll find various jumping-off points for characters at different stages of the attack. Please jump in and respond to your heart's content, and add any additional threads and character interactions.

Happy Tuunbaq Day!))

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Coming Up From Below

[thetuunbaq]

Tuunbaq steps a foot through the tunnel and onto the ship. It sniffs the air and begins to move through the hold.

[goingtobeunwell]

Crozier's out of his berth in a matter of moments when he understands what's happening.

"Jopson!" he bellows. "Jopson -- the armory!"

He doesn't realize the creature is below. His understanding is that it'll attack from above, as it always does, and so he pauses to listen for heavy footsteps.

[lieutenantsteward]

Jopson is throwing on his coat as he runs out, keys in hand. "Sir!" he calls back in acknowledgement, letting him know that he heard him. But he doesn't have time to wait for an answer. The barriers are breached, and that means he has only a matter of moments to get down to unlock the armory.

[goingtobeunwell]

"Take a rifle for yourself!"

Crozier climbs up to the hatch to continue listening. He hears nothing but the wind whistling.

Where the devil is this thing?

Chaos on the Ship

[thetuunbaq]

Some of the strangers have hidden themselves. The tuunbaq crushes a partition door, barreling on through to a cabin and ripping it apart.

No meat.

But the tuunbaq can smell them nearby. It can hear them.

[brushoff]

Dorian had planned to take advantage of this chaos for his own benefit. Slipping down into the hold, maybe learning just what exactly were behind those locked doors that interested him so much. Because it couldn't just be spirits. There were too few people on this boat for it to be something as simple as alcohol that's locked away that tightly (at least, in Dorian's mind that's how it worked).

This means that he's on the lower decks when tuunbaq shows up. And as he hears the crunch of wood and sees a giant, bear-like thing rip through the wall separating him and it, Dorian quickly realizes that he might have fucked up a little.

you get the special icon

[thetuunbaq]

Meat.

Tuunbaq growls softly and then opens its jaws, biting down on Dorian's arm swiftly.

yaaay D:

[brushoff]

Just because you can heal from all sorts of horrible pain doesn't mean that it won't hurt. Dorian lets out a loud yelp of pain as he feels the teeth pierce his skin and hears his bone crunch.

He doesn't know if he can regrow an entire arm and honestly doesn't want to find out. But at the same time, he cannot stay here. Dorian tries to scramble away, attempting to wrench his arm out of that thing's mouth as he does so.

For Anna!

[heyboss]

Sheehan isn't sure what it is that makes him think of Anna. Perhaps it is that he has pegged her as needing support. Perhaps it is some remnant of fatherly affection that drives him to try and find her. He bangs on her door, hearing the bear, the creature, whatever it was, tearing into some poor soul.

Re: For Anna!

[nextrightthing]

As soon as Anna reads Strange's warning and hears the screaming, she rushes to pull on some warmer clothes over her nightgown. She's hopping on one foot, yanking a boot on as she makes her way to the door when someone begins banging on it. She tugs her boot the rest of the way on and stumbles, crashing into the door with a yelp before she manages to yank it open.

"Dr. Sheehan!" She feels a rush of relief on seeing him there, and it shows on her face--not that Anna is ever good at hiding her emotions. "Are you all right? Who's hurt?"

Re: For Anna!

[heyboss]

Sheehan gives her a moment's glance and sighs. She's alright. They can make it to the topdeck. They can be there and help fight. They can-

As soon as he starts that thought, he can hear the creature behind him, in the corridor. He whips his head around and then grabs her arm gently, but firmly, before putting a finger to his lips and gesturing back into her room. He's surprised, though only just, to see how large it is, but he suspects that it has a few hiding places that will suffice.

Taking Goodsir

[thetuunbaq]

Tuunbaq has a plan to lure the strangers from their hiding places. There is someone on the ship it recognizes -- he's always been there, this one. He is a perfect lure.

[bestsir]

The tuunbaq will find Harry to be lamentably easy pickings.

When he heard the creature come aboard, he was in the sick bay. He should have hidden—should have tried to hide, at least. But his legs failed him, and he crumpled to the floor on his knees, trembling.

That's how the tuunbaq will find him: kneeling on the floor of the sick bay, muttering to himself in Netsilik. Ikajuqtaujumařuŋa. Uvaniiŋŋittuq. Iiqi. Help me. She's not here. No.

[thetuunbaq]

Tuunbaq can smell the one who dug into his shaman sitting in a room made of trees. It breaks through easily, finding him and immediately opening its mouth to grab him.

He doesn't need to be alive, but tuunbaq doesn't want him to die yet. Not yet.

Returning to the Ship - Attacking the Top Deck

[thetuunbaq]

Tuunbaq leaves its lure and stalks the ship. It will take another. And another. It will pull them all from their hiding places until they disappear.

[una_persson]

Well, Una thinks when she realises Goodsir has been taken, that's a trap if I ever saw one.

Of course she wants to rescue him. But the creature's plan has bought them time. So now she's running for the armoury. Time to start handing out guns to anyone who hasn't already got one.

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie's limping from a massive splinter in her leg, and her fucking hand still fucking hurts, and she's pissed off and trying to pull on the fucking bulky outerwear. She spies Una and waves her down.

"It's got the damn doc!"

Open Thread! For Mahir (and Any of the Survivors of the Initial Attack)

[goingtobeunwell]

Terror is a mess of blood and splintered wood. He doubts she's looked this bad since her days as a warship, and even then the gore wasn't as extensive as it is now.

Crozier tries to tell as many as he can to get to the top deck once the beast has left, but there were already so few of them to begin with, and so many are injured now.

He finds himself at the carronade on the port side and starts loading it.

[una_persson]

Una climbs above not long after she's sent Trixie up. She catches Crozier's eye but doesn't try to stop him from what he's doing; merely offers a nod of acknowledgement while she looks for a position where she can get sight of the creature. She follows the trail of blood to the railing and pulls herself up to look, scanning the ice in the direction of the red smears leading off toward the pressure ridges.

Open to all and also Monster Hunting with Mulder!

[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun is armed with a modern rifle as he makes his way out of his room to look for others who might need help. He usually prefers handguns when he's in the field, but this isn't exactly his usual monster hunt, and it's not like he's unfamiliar with what he has. That would be stupid, especially in a situation like this.

He starts banging on doors as he goes through, in case anyone's still hiding. "Anyone down here? That thing's coming back. We need to get out of here."

[spookylikeafox]

Mulder has his own gun, a standard issue SIG-Sauer, but wasn't confident that whatever was out there was going to go down with the shots from a handgun. Still, it made him feel better to have something in his hands. Especially since it had caught him unawares earlier and knocked him out. There was a gash above his eye and he was bruised, but still alive. "Hey, you want to shout any louder?" he tells Shaun as he comes out.

Open

[wishiwasatree]

"Come on, you cocksucker," Trixie whispers, teeth chattering as she sets the stock of the rifle on her shoulder. She's up in the rigging, trying to will herself not to cry.

Harry hasn't made a single noise out there. She doesn't know where Dorian is. The ship is in tatters.

"You fucking cunt. You fucking motherless cunt..."

[nextrightthing]

Anna is a mess. She's covered in blood, her clothes are torn, her hair is whipping wildly in the wind, tangling and much too bright in the grey-white mess around them. She also doesn't care at all, except that it keeps getting in her eyes. She has a gun now, and a coat, and she doesn't care about the cold or anything but her friends.

"Can you see anything?" she calls up to Trixie.

open!

[kingsroads]

To nobody's surprise, Strange isn't doing so hot. Physically, he seems to be fine: the only wound he's taken on are two patches on his hands, places where the skin was ripped off. Considering that he's kneeling in front of a slightly bloodied silver basin brought from his bedroom to the freezing cold of the deck, it doesn't take a genius to figure out how he got those wounds in the first place.

Mentally, things are a bit dicier. Strange's hands are trembling as he seems to hyper-fixate on that silver basin full of water. Strange kneels in front of it, drawing lines in the air as if he's quartering it, muttering all the while.

"Goodsir," he mutters, as he continues to draw lines over the basin. Nothing changes. He's afraid he knows what that means. "Goodsir. Good—god dammit, who else is missing?" he yells, looking around at the assembled crew on the deck.

Re: open!

[goingtobeunwell]

"Sheehan!" Crozier calls back to Strange. He hasn't seen the doctor yet. Two doctors, both gone. He doesn't have the time to fret.

"Mr. Strange, can you calm this damn wind?"