[Team Dragons, Part 2]

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[You have escaped. Congratulations, surely all your problems are over and you can return to your apartments- Oh, wait, no.]

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[Where the droplet lands- it feels like water, for a moment.

Then it feels like burning acid, it is pain and magic, and in the very distance of your mind you feel a whisper like static and madness.]

[eagnafeoite]

No. We're...under the ocean, I think?

[Keeping an eye out for...any signs of movement, really.] I mean, this place feels dead.

[dontshootthemessenger]

[ She starts to respond-- until the burning starts, and she screeches with pain, thrashing about. She tries to rub her head as she flies, resulting in a rather magical tumble and oh god she's falling

Hold on tight, Rider. ]

[eagnafeoite]

[safjdsna;fkdsnaf

oh he's holding on all right. he may throw up on you when this is over, but.]

[dontshootthemessenger]

[ Despite the pain she manages to snap out her wings, slowing her descent enough to only just kind of painfully crash onto the roof of one of the taller buildings. She immediately crumples forward onto her chest, keening and rubbing her face on the ground to try to rid herself of the burning and whispering and noise-- ]

[eagnafeoite]

[Rider rolls right off in a tumble, having used up his allocation of holding onto things like a badass, but manages to pick himself up after a moment. ]

Aleda? Aleda, what's wrong?

[dontshootthemessenger]

It hurts it hurts it hurts--

[ She slows, scales burned away where the rain hit her(and scraped where she rubbed her face), panting against the floor under her. ]

...Did you... say something?

[eagnafeoite]

...What happened? [He eyes her face, but there's no fresh water here for him to use to try and heal that...]

[dontshootthemessenger]

The water started burning...

[ But she pushes herself up, shaking her wings out. ]

...You should probably get on again.

[eagnafeoite]

...We can't just break out of the bubble, then, even if we could take the water pressure. [Pulling a handkerchief out of a pocket, and holding it out.]

We should try to dry that off, at least. I can't heal it here, unfortunately.

[dontshootthemessenger]

It doesn't burn anymore, just... Get on, so we can go.

[eagnafeoite]

...[He's kind of giving her a Disapproving Dad look, but. Getting on, then.]

[dontshootthemessenger]

[ Shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the odd white noise, but takes off, looking for anything of interest. ]

[eagnafeoite]

[Keeping an eye out for anything that looks promising...]

...If we were brought here, there must be some way to get back.

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[A fractured news screen springs to life as you fly past.

Current events feed missing, repeating most recent entry...
With the current state of the city, all is not lost. Under the wise guidance of the king, the space program is being refitted into crafts able to reach the surface and the cities beyond.]

[dontshootthemessenger]

[ She circles back around to watch it, slowly turning. ]

[eagnafeoite]

...A space program...[His riding skill will apply to that!]

If it still works, that's our best bet. Look for tall towers with rockets attached, hopefully a command center'll be close so we can get in.

[And it'll be big enough.]

[dontshootthemessenger]

What is a "space program"?

[eagnafeoite]

...Um.

[Oh, gosh.] Basically, a couple decades ago--at least in my world--people tried to reach the stars. So governments put a lot of money on ways to get up there. They also do a lot of research on space and stars and the nature of the universe in general.

[Thank you, Grail, thank you.]

It looks like the vehicles they were trying to get to space ended up being their last hope at being able to get out of this place. Down at the bottom of the ocean like this, they'd never get any help...eventually, supplies would run out, too.

They either escaped, or they all died here.

[dontshootthemessenger]

Oh. That is very sad.

[ She does attempt to sound sincere, but. Pain. Also dragon. She circles away from the screen and turns to look for something else. ]

But I do not think we should try to reach the stars from here, no. Everything is too broken down and I am not a mechanic.

[eagnafeoite]

If I can get in the seat of any machine, I can figure out how to use it. If any of them are still working, it's our best shot to get out.

They said they were modifying them to just break through the ocean. Even if the water wasn't terrible magic burny water, the pressure down here would definitely crush me flat before we ever got anywhere, never mind me drowning. I can't speak for what it'd do to you, but I don't think it'd be pleasant.

It's worth trying, anyway.

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[Another screen, crackling...

Current events feed corrupted, substituting commercial...
Get your miracle magic cheap! The wonder substance that can make you resistant to any danger our new home might pose to you, Magic-S! One injection and all your worries will be gone!]

[dontshootthemessenger]

I am not a sea serpent, so I cannot swim very long. Though I do like to, just, I would rather not in this water.

[ Tiredly, but looks for some sort of space station or something idk I've never seen one before... She does blink at the commercial, though. ]

...Injection?

[eagnafeoite]

[Rider's keeping an eye out for something that looks space-station-y.]

...Drugs. I wouldn't trust it. Nothing good ever comes from something promising a miracle.

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[You've found the space station--

No, you've found the wreckage of the space station, the metal collapsed from some failed attempt. The dome is, after all, intact.

Current events feed missing, replaying older entries...

The marine vessel program has been attacked by terrorists believed to be supporting the Servants. While they have yet to make a statement about it, [Static] no survivors.]