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Lt. Cryptomelane
Dice Roll: 2 = You are lifted into the air as the gravitational field is disrupted. A few nearby Kosopods are looking for anything to hold onto. They may spit acid at you or just try to grab onto you to try and ground themselves. Some of them are dazed and confused; they are too overwhelmed to be particularly aggressive but they seem to have little control over their movements. You may be able to grab onto something or someone to hold yourself down but this will be very straining. With focus, they will be able to keep you from floating too far off the ground. You may choose to drift into a gravitational pocket and drop back down to the ground. You should not take fall damage but you may wind up with light bruises.

Action: Gravity foils his attempts at staying in the get-along dome. Then, gravity punishes him for having a bad attitude.

Getting the acid off of Sonora’s arm had only been what made sense to do. True, they stood on opposite sides of this war. True, neither of them seemed open to the idea of that situation ever changing (Cryptomelane didn’t know what truly lay inside Sonora’s heart, but he certainly wasn’t willing to swap sides. Even if he hadn’t liked and appreciated the opportunities that the Negaverse gave him—even if they hadn’t seemed like the clear and obvious future victors of this conflict—having the additional supplement to his income from their paychecks had helped him so much already, and he didn’t want to give that up). But as far as enemies went, Sonora was one who deserved respect.

Cryptomelane didn’t understand her, but she had her perspective on the cosmic conflict at play and she stood by those convictions, rather than talking about peace and love while trying to murder people or torturing them for having been with the Negaverse (even though some among their ranks were quite young, like Brassite). That alone deserved respect, and certainly enough goodwill to help get the acid off her skin before it hurt her. As much as Cryptomelane hated being stuck in her zone of compulsory getting along magic when it worked against him, he could certainly appreciate it at the moment. The kosopods going at both of them had been expelled, and that was about the best thing that anyone could ask for right now.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last. When the gravity went off, Cryptomelane yelped, feeling his feet leave the ground and start pulling him away from the protective zone that Sonora’s magic created. He hated that he’d made such a sound, and that it had sounded so thoroughly undignified, but he also hadn’t expected to be swept off his feet by literal reality like this. What was happening. Why was it happening. And more importantly in the short term—

“Sonora!” He looked around for her, hoping that she at least wouldn’t be struggling too much under the circumstances.

Deep Space Eternal Sailor Daedalus
Roll: 1; up up and away~
Currently: trying to hang onto his kosopods and failing a little bit

Well. Daedalus had planned to take these few kosopods back to his homeworld and see how they worked as pest control. Apparently, the gravity here had other ideas. He held the bundle of his jacket against his chest, taking care not to jostle or squish the poor creatures inside, but when the lights came on and the gravity went off, he ended up taken off his feet and, in his surprise, losing his grip on his jacket--which allowed one of the kosopods to come loose, while he flailed to grab it back.

An incredibly dignified bit of behavior for an Eternal Senshi who had survived throguh a thousand years. Really. Daedalus felt very cool and competent right then.

The good news was, he was able to regrasp his bundle before the rest of the kosopods escaped.

The bad news was, he picked up several others on the way--although they weren't biting or spitting acid, just clinging to him like he was a grounding agent.

"We're going to have a very bad time when Almadel fixes the gravity," he warned one, hanging off his shoulder. "I just want you to be aware of that."

Not that it could understand him, but it felt polite nonetheless. Like talking to Murikabushi's lovely, intelligent pup, Cersei, to warn her when he had to step over or around her because she'd chosen to sleep near a doorway.

Character: Dunnottar, Page of Lysithea
Action: floating up up and away, flailing, trying to pretend like he's not losing his mind, generally not having a good time, having a panic attack not that he recognizes this as one

Dunnottar didn't start to panic the instant his feet left the ground. It took him a moment to realize it was happening in the first place—he sucked in a breath, tried to remain calm, grab onto something, anything, but...

It was a completely useless hope. Up, up, and up he sailed, scrambling for purchase, reaching out, trying to claw onto anything as he slowly rotated in the air from his own mad flailing attempts to keep himself safe. He wasn't safe, he wasn't safe, he had no control, and while he wasn't being physically thrown around by someone, and the gravity change was slow... It didn't stop all of his instincts screaming at him to get away, that something bad was coming for him.

His breathing stuttered, and he managed to catch a glimpse of Corvina and Lanting—of course Lanting had someone who wanted to help him. Of course.

Even in his sheer panic, Dunnottar felt a small corner of his wildly beating heart quiver in jealousy and hatred.

He had no one. And the murderer (didn't matter it was their previous lives, didn't matter one bit, not to Dunnottar) had some big beefcake willing to worship him. How ******** dare he.

Character: Lieutenant Vesuvianite
Action: trying to help ilmari while kicking a couple of kosopods away from the area so ilmari can land safely, then shucking off his acid covered jacket before the acid can hit his skin

Vesuvianite gasped when Ilmari started to fly away. Oh no oh no oh no. This was bad, this was so very very bad! He kicked a couple of Kosopods away as violently as he could and winced at the pain shooting up his foot from the effort he put into it. Damn, he really hoped he didn't break a toe or something stupid like that. He grabbed Ilmari and pulled them down.

However, once Ilmari was safe (or well, somewhat safe—safe from the space floating, anyway), one of the kosopods recovered from being kicked and spit acid at him. He squeaked a little and shucked off his jacket to avoid the avid going through to his skin.

Eternal Sailor Alastor
Action: Grabbing Sessrumnir and keeping him from floating off

Alastor took Sessrumnir’s hand in his own and immediately pulled him back down. He’d hooked his foot under an ornate stand that had been bolted to the floor and used it to ground himself and guide Sessrumnir back to the ground.

‘I’ve got you. I’m here.’

He could have held Sessrumnir off the ground a bit, tight and snug in his arms, but he wanted him to know he was on the ground. Sessrumnir joined the safe little pocket Alastor had been lucky enough to find, and even with the immediate threat apparently handled he didn’t let go.

‘The Kospods are gone,’ he said, but with his free hand he took the opportunity to brush it across Sessrumnir’s body just to be thorough. ‘It’s just you and me. We can take a moment here if you need to breathe. I’ll keep everything away.’

Even if the gravity field went down in their area he was confident he could keep them from floating too far if he kept his foot hooked as it was. He’d adjusted himself just slightly so Sessrumnir’s back was closest to the display case and he stood between him and the rest of the room so he could have a moment to calm down without worrying about anyone or anything bumping into him.

Kosopods and people alike were floating around and bouncing off of nearly everything. It was a haphazard display. Some were more lucky than others. Almadel seemed to be doing what he claimed; the gravitational anomalies were becoming fewer but it was clear that he was still struggling to get things under control.

Maybe he wasn’t trying very hard. Or, maybe something else was working against him.

Another electric hum shuddered through the museum. The lights stayed on but the Kosopods had done their fair share of damage.

And now they were doing more.

The Queen was the worst of it. While the other Kosopods were either scuttling about, or flailing through the air, all they could do was spit acid and bite at anything they could reach.

She was already on the wall–and she was already enraged.

She screeched again, this time so loudly and so horribly that it hurt the ears. A few nearby display cases cracked.

The gravitational distortion warped the path of Ida’s arrow somewhat but it still hit its mark; it exploded into the side of the Queen and she recoiled, stumbling to cling to the wall. Her rear end lifted, like she meant to swing it at the nearest floating targets in an effort to hurl it at Ida, but it made the perfect opening for Jet.

She didn’t notice the General King, and in the brief opening Ida gave, his glaive sliced her underbelly.

She roared, maybe not in pain but certainly in surprise, and slammed her tail down before thrashing in all directions.

The museum trembled once more.

The Queen thrashed against the wall. She dug her legs in deeper and she targeted the marble she clung to. Layers of acid began to melt through the wall.

The museum trembled again and then shook with such force that it seemed like it tilted. It might not have been enough to throw anyone off balance but it was still an unpleasant sensation.

Marble debris began to clutter the air too, and as some of it drifted into the stabilized gravitational zones it even suddenly, violently, plummeted to the ground.

Metal groaned. Wailed.

Almadel’s voice came over the speakers again, desperate: “Wait! Stop her, don’t let her–”

His voice was drowned out by the sudden, immense vacuum of space. The Queen had damaged the wall so much that it couldn’t withstand the pressure and tore open. She was the first one sucked out but she put up a desperate fight. She clung to the wall, and for a brief few seconds she made a net. She wasn’t strong enough. She fought, but in the end the only thing she accomplished was creating a bigger hole in the wall.

The hole was probably no more than twelve feet wide but the ground trembled. The display cases were straining. Some had already broken. Debris and Kosopods and people were being sucked out.

A pale blue shield bubbled around the museum but it was badly cracked in places. A small asteroid smashed against one part of it and it fractured away while the rest held strong. Some small rocks were pelting the museum through other holes in the wall.

They were right in the middle of an asteroid field and with the fluctuating energy, the shields are failing.

It wasn’t all bad. The museum was as beautiful on the outside as it was the inside, and much larger than the one room they’d seen. Anyone who had been sucked out could breathe. For now.

And, they had the most beautiful view of the sky.

In the distance, a blue sun–beautiful to look at and painless on the eyes. A purple cloud of stars hung over them like an aurora. Galaxies swirled vibrantly, undoubtedly far away but with such beautiful clarity that it almost looked as if they were only inches from your face.

They were surrounded by a sea of stars, each ones like tiny gemstones soaking up the light and reflecting it twofold.

They weren’t lost to deep space yet, the barrier probably had something to do with it.

There might still be a way back into the museum. But if not, at least you get to see true space, in all its beauty.

Maybe, for a split second, you even see the strange, black lightning storm in the very far distance–past asteroids and planets and who knows what else.

Far enough away that you can’t make out details. Close enough that you might still worry.

Corrupt Ilmari of Chastity.
Dice Roll:
Action: Vesuvianite is trying to rescue him. Let’s see if it’s successful.