Strangers in a Strange Land (Dead & Closed)
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2020 1:47 pm
It was somewhere in the late morning when the passenger jet experienced severe technical difficulties and crash-landed on the water. The exact cause of the malfunction would be impossible to determine short of dredging the plane up from the bottom of the ocean and examining it. As it was, one moment the aircraft was flying through the skies, filled with passengers from many different nations, and the next moment it had plummeted into the blue waters of the Magellanic Ocean. The pilots did their best to make the descent a slow and controlled one, but in the end their skills weren't able to counteract the forces of nature. The plane hit the water hard, breaking in half under the stress of impact, and the passengers were scattered into the salty waves. The one silver lining was that the pilots had succeeded in slowing the plane and adjusting its angle of impact just enough so that most of the passengers would still be alive in the water, as opposed to dead on impact.
The first people to notice the crash were the crew of a fishing trawler, the Mother of Mary, which happened upon the scene while making its way towards a shoal of fish. Steam wafted out from a high, narrow funnel set about two-thirds of the way back on the ship as its engine chugged the craft through the water. It was one of the deckhands, at the bow of the ship, who first called out that something strange was on the water. As the trawler got closer and closer, the distant shapes resolved into people floating in the water, alongside luggage and bits of debris.
"Must have been a ship, sank overnight," the skipper said as he surveyed the scene. "Take us over there, slowly, and we'll see if there's any left to pull out."
"Aye aye, cap'n." The ship's driver followed the skipper's orders, changing course and slowing the trawler to a halt at the edge of the scene. The deckhands of the ship hurried to cast life preservers into the water, each one trailing a hastily-fashioned rope lifeline that connected it back to the ship. Anyone who could grab hold of a lifeline was pulled from the brine and onto the deck of the trawler.
Yet the trawler did not happen on the scene until several hours after the crash. By the time the Mother of Mary arrived and began its efforts at rescue, some passengers from the unlucky plane would have borne away by the current. At about the time the Mother of Mary was throwing out its lifelines, these other passengers would be washing up on the shores of the Confederation of Atlantian Dominions...
OOC: Feel free to RP a surviving passenger on the plane, getting rescued by the trawler or washing up on the shores of the Atlantian Dominions, and/or a government trying to determine what happened to the plane and its passengers. This RP is designed as a way to get back into the swing of things after a short break from the forums and a canon reboot. In short, the Atlantian Dominions is a nation which experienced a series of cataclysmic events in the first decade and a half of the 20th century, which nearly destroyed civilization. The nation that emerged is conservative, reactionary, and thoroughly convinced of the evilness of "modernity." The result is that the Atlantian Dominions of 2020 looks like a nation frozen in the late 19th/early 20th century, with a feudal social structure, neo-Victorian morals, and very little in the way of high technology. My factbooks have more information. The plane crashed in the Magellanic Ocean and the passengers washing up on shore would be washing up on the shore of the Dominion of Lemyone, or even the very northernmost bit of the Republic of Calafia (see Map).
The first people to notice the crash were the crew of a fishing trawler, the Mother of Mary, which happened upon the scene while making its way towards a shoal of fish. Steam wafted out from a high, narrow funnel set about two-thirds of the way back on the ship as its engine chugged the craft through the water. It was one of the deckhands, at the bow of the ship, who first called out that something strange was on the water. As the trawler got closer and closer, the distant shapes resolved into people floating in the water, alongside luggage and bits of debris.
"Must have been a ship, sank overnight," the skipper said as he surveyed the scene. "Take us over there, slowly, and we'll see if there's any left to pull out."
"Aye aye, cap'n." The ship's driver followed the skipper's orders, changing course and slowing the trawler to a halt at the edge of the scene. The deckhands of the ship hurried to cast life preservers into the water, each one trailing a hastily-fashioned rope lifeline that connected it back to the ship. Anyone who could grab hold of a lifeline was pulled from the brine and onto the deck of the trawler.
Yet the trawler did not happen on the scene until several hours after the crash. By the time the Mother of Mary arrived and began its efforts at rescue, some passengers from the unlucky plane would have borne away by the current. At about the time the Mother of Mary was throwing out its lifelines, these other passengers would be washing up on the shores of the Confederation of Atlantian Dominions...
OOC: Feel free to RP a surviving passenger on the plane, getting rescued by the trawler or washing up on the shores of the Atlantian Dominions, and/or a government trying to determine what happened to the plane and its passengers. This RP is designed as a way to get back into the swing of things after a short break from the forums and a canon reboot. In short, the Atlantian Dominions is a nation which experienced a series of cataclysmic events in the first decade and a half of the 20th century, which nearly destroyed civilization. The nation that emerged is conservative, reactionary, and thoroughly convinced of the evilness of "modernity." The result is that the Atlantian Dominions of 2020 looks like a nation frozen in the late 19th/early 20th century, with a feudal social structure, neo-Victorian morals, and very little in the way of high technology. My factbooks have more information. The plane crashed in the Magellanic Ocean and the passengers washing up on shore would be washing up on the shore of the Dominion of Lemyone, or even the very northernmost bit of the Republic of Calafia (see Map).