Threads for the nexus RPG

Who: Anyone who wants to be involved in the 'Search & Rescue' who aren't listed in the spider lair thread.
Where: Jungle
When: 22nd to 28th May (indicate day in your post header)
What: Searching for the missing
Rating: Probably high for violence and certain characters' language
Open: Yes (except to those in spider's lair)
Notes: Remember that it is winter (think February weather for Northern Hemisphere).
Certain characters (Jyn, Crichton and Rose) have been given clues from some of the captives during their attacks.
There will be visible tracks and blood at each attack site (that may or may not have been found yet, the Doctor's might not have been yet?) which then suddenly end.

With the number of missing approaching double figures and with little signs, apart from tracks and blood at each attack site (that had been located so far), search and rescue teams are going out frequently (some non-stop) to try and find their missing friends and family.

The creature must have a lair, but where could it be? Deep in the jungle for sure, deeper than anyone had explored thus far but it was a vast place and who knew what else lurked amongst the foliage.

(OOC: the climax of the plot will take place on the 29th, but they can find the lair nearer the end of this of course)

Who: Jake, Jay, Sunila, Cleo, Luke, John, Zhaan and The Doctor (+ Spider!)
Where: Spider's lair - exact location but somewhere deep in the jungle and underground
When: 22nd to 28th May (indicate day in your post header)
What: Spider-napped characters dealing with being taken and attempting to stay alive (eep)
Rating: Probably high for violence, creepiness and certain characters' language
Open: Only to those listed
Notes: Remember that it is winter (think February weather for Northern Hemisphere). Characters are listed in order of capture. The Doctor was the last brought in and is probably still unconscious (and bleeding).

The lair was dank, dim and stank of rotting bodies. Bones and shrivelled husks of animals and abbies littered the floor. Some still hung, swinging in the ocassional cold breeze, in the strong silk. This was an off-white colour on the dead but wrapped around the living, it pulsed intermittanty with blue light. This pulsating light flowed down the long thick tubular strands running from the living bundles towards the hulking mustard-coloured egg sac suspended in the centre.

Those that had been taken first, although unsure of exactly what was going on, have already witnessed several abbies dying or being killed before them. Some had been sucked dry by the spider-like creature but others had just been left to die slow and rot or be eaten by smaller scavenging creatures.

With each new arrival, the first worried that the same fate as the abbies would befall them. Whispers rattle through their minds, feelings and thoughts that aren't their own fluttering through them once they awake to find themselves high up, cocooned against the wall and unable to move. Growing weaker as their energy is drained from them to feed the eggs. Always fearful that the spider would decide to 'feed' directly from them or eventually devour them to leave but a husk behind.