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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:40 pm

( march intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!

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by the inquest
"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."

All Moirans are woken to the sounds of the ship coming to a rather grating halt some time in the early morning cycle. It’s no faster or slower than any other stop, but it is unexpected as the captains didn’t mention an upcoming disembarkment. Shortly after, a message is sent to every MID:
Navigation has informed us that we’re approaching bad traveling conditions: an overactive star. Instead of stopping on Liant El, we’ll be docking here on Ceta. Please exercise caution while gathering supplies and during excursions. Follow their safety guidelines. If the chance allows, we’ll also be signing new crew on the planet. Please greet them first and show them to the ship. Thank you.
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

For those few who come through Ceta's Ingress, there will be crew of the Moira there to greet you. They tell you of the Ingress, how it is broken, even on this planet, and that the ship is headed back to the origin of this technology. This planet’s Ingress is set precariously atop a floating rock formation, the only way from one area to the next is on small air-propelled boats. Crew members will guide everyone back to the Moira and take them to the Medbay; contracts will be signed posthaste.

WELCOME TO CETA





At first glance, Ceta seems mostly inhabitable, and that's because it is. The atmosphere around the planet is surprisingly thick in most places, sometimes thin in others, and without some way to filter the air, it is mostly unbreathable; it's a giant gas planet, its core made of various molten metals and the atmosphere a mix of oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrous. Ceta's gravity is also uneven, meaning that some areas will have stronger focal points than others. The terrain, when it is visible, appears rather rocky—hardly the best conditions for life and stable living. What's more unusual, however, is that despite this fact, there is, indeed, a small populace "living" among the mist and clouds, but it's clear they do not live here year-round. It's hunting season, and they are there for the bounty.

These visitors have built small platforms that are hooked together by ropes and swinging bridges, which they call "temporaries". Unstable buildings are rare, dangerous, and spread out over these temporaries to prevent damage or accidents. The temporaries float along, swaying and shifting with the planet’s atmosphere, and posted at every point of entry and all open surfaces are a particular set of rules that everyone must abide by. They are written in dark ink and large block letters so that all passing by will stop and read them:
NO FIRE. Flammables, ignition sources, matches, lighters, and anything that creates a spark is prohibited. The atmosphere has higher levels of hydrogen, and the smallest spark will create a problem.
AIR BREATHABILITY. Monitor your vitals. Wear masks or re-breathers if needed.
WATCH THE EDGE. All walkways are the only thing from you and falling. Be cautious and watch your step.
These signs should be given their due attention. The edge is just that: the end of where it is safe to walk. If a wooden plank gives way beneath your feet, you will plummet through hundred of miles of atmosphere before hitting the planet’s thin surface. The captains reiterate that crew should be careful and stick to the main temporaries, gather supplies, visit at their leisure, and then go back to the ship.

IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE!
The organisms that have evolved on this planet are unintelligent—a fact that is told to you by the other visitors. As there is no solid materials or ways for them to interact with their environments, these giants float along within the atmosphere, though it appears that they are flying when they are merely navigating through. They travel in groups of three or more and sometimes come close to the outskirts of the temporaries. Because there is an invisible filtration dome around the temporaries, this allows the creatures to pass through without harm and return again into the mist as they please. They are difficult to see at night and are rather skittish in the presence of sudden light.







@ THE MUSEUM
Every evening when work is done, artificial light sources illuminate the streets of the temporaries. There is one bar, if you can actually call it that, but the main attraction is a museum. The support structure appears to be made out of the skeletal system of the giants that "swim" and live on Ceta, and though the outside seems rather unassuming, the inside is not for the faint of heart. As it's considered informative, there are displays of the internal structures and functions of the very creatures that seem harmless and as unintelligent as the visitors claim. There are sections of the museum dedicated to their anatomy and what makes them so valuable: inside their air sacs, which is what gives the illusion to flying through the atmosphere, is a mineral that, when harvested, attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency. Likewise, aside from these informative areas, there is also a history of how and when the visitors began to hunt them for this valuable, unnamed resource.

HARVEST SEASON
Are you looking for work? Or perhaps you're bored with your duties aboard the Moira and prefer to see just what it is these visitors do during the day? Hunters will often pay for menial labor to help with the killing and retrieval of the giants of Ceta. It is by day, not by hour, and once aboard one of the many ships, you will be put to work handling equipment or being on the lookout for "signs" of the creatures. Once they've been spotted, the real work isn't in capturing them or even trying to subdue them—though they give a good fight. It's in the harvest, done below deck once they have been safely brought into the ship's cargo areas by the tethers, that can get quite gruesome. As a defense mechanism, cutting into the skin creates a rather noxious emission that can cause disorientation, hallucinations, or unconsciousness. Worst case scenarios can often result in death.

WORD LIMITS
As things are beginning to wind up (or down), something seems to have gotten into the MID systems and caused a malfunction. On the morning of 03.13, it suddenly becomes clear that communicating with others who are not from the same universe or similar timelines seems very difficult. Understanding each other becomes rather hopeless as the day continues, and these repercussions can be felt across the entire ship. The Captains send out another MID message that appears as a jumble of unusual letters and symbols. However, there is one word that can be read by everyone and (hopefully) understood: RATCHET. Figuring out this problem shouldn't take long if everyone can leap the language barriers and work together.


( ooc; All New Arrivals: you have the choice of coming through the Moira's Ingress OR Ceta's Ingress. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
notyoursupergirl: (superhugs are best hugs)

Observation Deck

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-03 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kara had started walking towards the boy as soon as she saw him. This? Not possible. Not even close to real. Not that people like them didn't come back all the time, but still. The bump doesn't bother her even a little, she's just as solid as he is, maybe a little more without any of the human genetics in her.

She catches one look at the red "S" on his shirt and practically throws herself at him.
] Conner!
heliakon: (21)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Kara was hoping for a sentimental family reunion, she's going to be incredibly disappointed. Conner gets one look at some weird blonde lunging at him and quickly takes a step back.

Sorry Kara, you must be a level 5 friend to get a hug. ]


Who are you? And why are you wearing that? [ Accusing point toward her own supercostume. ]
notyoursupergirl: (I will fry your ass literally)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-03 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kara pulls up sharp, hands up. Wow, that is like Bat levels of personal space bubble... Or at least, not like Kon..

She frowns, anger overriding confusion for a moment.
]

Okay seriously, did you just say that to me-- Wait, you don't know me?
heliakon: (02)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never seen you before in my life.

[ All five years of it. ]

And I think I'd remember someone dressed up like Superman's fangirl.
notyoursupergirl: (Don't mess with the crazy chick.)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-04 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Record scratch. ]

Okay. I'm giving you a pass on that, because we've obviously got some alternate timeline or universe shit going on, but just so we're clear?

[ She closes the distance between them with her speed, plants her hands on his chest and shoves. If he doesn't brace against it, he'll go flying. Even then, it'll send him skidding a few feet. ]

I've got as much right to this "S" as you do, clone boy.
heliakon: (35)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-04 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's only his training from Black Canary that saves him from being thrown into the wall and leaving a Superboy sized dent. He manages to lower his center of gravity in the last minute and plants himself so he only gets knocked back several feet.

That... actually kind of hurt. He stares at her, still ready in case she tries to hit him for real. ]


...But there aren't any other Kryptonians on Earth. And how do you know what I am?
notyoursupergirl: (It's like this...)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-04 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
There weren't any other Kryptonians. My pod got launched the same time Clark's did, but I got stuck in space for like 30 years before I hit Earth. [ She holds up her hands a little, wiggling her fingers, jazz hands. ] Surprise. I'm Kara Zor-El. I know who you are, because I'm you cousin. Half-cousin. Whatever.
heliakon: (19)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-04 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's adding 'alternate timeline/universe shit' to the list of things he doesn't like. But he relaxes, fractionally, as he takes this news in. Clark would have told him if another Kryptonian had appeared. He was always scouring for a hint that League worthy heroes had the same lineage after all. ]

So you aren't a clone? [ So she can probably fly, too. ]

I'm guessing they call you Supergirl.
notyoursupergirl: (lead a revolution then bail)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-04 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Nope, 100% Kryptonian. Batman ran a bunch of tests when they found me. I had a little bit of amnesia, plus it's Batman, you know.

[ It'd be a relief that he believes her if she still wasn't... Pissed off. Or upset. He was Conner, but not her Conner. And she wasn't his anything. ]

You know how it is, find somebody who's a little Kryptonian and slap a "super" on them. Except for-- I guess you wouldn't know Power Girl either.
heliakon: (03)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-04 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head. Another name he's completely unfamiliar with. And yet in some other world this girl knows him. How is that fair? ]

I've never met her either. Feels like I'm pretty out of the loop on things.

[ He sighs, rubs his face. He doesn't want to ask but he should. If M'Gann is around she unsurprised he worries what she could do. ]

Have you seen a girl with green skin and red hair? She goes by Miss Martian.
notyoursupergirl: (It's like this...)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-04 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She shrugs, deflating a little now that she's not angry at him. ]

Alternate universe shit. It messes up a lot of things.

[ Like family members who were dead suddenly being alive and not knowing who you are. Not that they had been all that close before he died, but still. She shakes her head. ]

No, sorry. You're the first person I've seen from our... Well, sort of our world. Aside from Clark. You've seen him, right?
heliakon: (57)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-05 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he didn't remember me either. Or even the League.

[ Which really makes him wonder just how far into his career Clark is. He looks at Kara again, trying to process the idea of there being someone else like him.

Well. Sort of like him. For the longest time his family has been the team, Clark and the Kents. He's never had a cousin before.

He sighs and holds out a hand to her. ]


Can we get a do-over? I'm not good at, you know, people.
notyoursupergirl: (Probably doing something terrible)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-05 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
He seems a little [Different.] young. From what I'm used to.

[ She knows Conner's probably thinking the same thing. And it shouldn't actually be a surprise that he makes the offer. It's totally different from the last time, but still... a little the same.

She grins.
]

That's usually my line. But okay. Do-over. [ She takes his hand and shakes it. ] Hi, I'm Kara.
heliakon: (65)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-05 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
I'm Conner.

[ He manages a small smile, though clearly this version of Conner isn't big on facial expressions that aren't grumpy. ]

Clark, I mean the version I know, gave me the name Kon-El.
notyoursupergirl: (in my dead cousin's shirt)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-05 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Really different, but also kind of not. ]

Yeah, mine had that name too.

[ Shit, past tense, shit. ]

So, do you have the Titans in your dimension? I never joined up with mine, but we had like the most awkward first meeting ever and then I was just kinda bouncing around. There's not a lot of other teams that really work for teenagers, ya know?
heliakon: (15)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-05 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing called the Titans. My team is all younger heroes but we're more for covert missions the League wants handled quietly.

[ They'd never really figured out what to call themselves. They were like a junior edition of the real League. ]

I was one of the first members, besides Robin, Kid Flash and Aqualad.
notyoursupergirl: (It's like this...)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-06 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is too weird, honestly. ]

That was basically the line up of the original Titans on my world. No you, but Wonder Girl, the first one was there.

You had a team called Young Justice, I think. [ Is it as weird for him hearing about a life that didn't happen to him as it is for her. ]

Guess our worlds are pretty different...
heliakon: (09)

[personal profile] heliakon 2016-03-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
...There's more than one Wonder Girl?

[ That would probably make Cassie upset if she found out. It wasn't like with the Robins. Wonderwoman wasn't like him at all. ]

Sounds like the name we'd pick, though. A lot of us are like a second string to the Justice League. A few even got promoted to being official League members.