thisavrou_log | ( july event log )

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( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 18th and on
Where: Slave trade outpost in the Runoff.
What: The Ingress malfunctions, sending the Moira into a different universe. Some of the crew end up on one of the Runoff’s many slave trading outposts.
Warnings: Sex, murder, kidnapping.

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"It comes first and follows after. Ends life, kills laughter."

With the outcome of the battle against the Caducans and the Moira having twisted together with their ship to form a strange combination of glass, metal, and organic parts (both across the ship and among the crewmembers), there is still the matter of the Ingress not functioning “properly”. It hasn’t worked correctly since the very first person arrived on the Moira through it, and there is little the Captains themselves know about its functions. However, now, more than before, it’s even worse than that. The Ingress malfunctions yet again. This time, though, it doesn’t simply combine time and space and objects around it—it encompasses the entirety of the ship and sends it far off into a completely different universe. Welcome to:

( click text for a rough map/layout )

This puts the Moira closer to its final destination, and most of the glass has disappeared as the Caducan ship has been left behind aside from small things here and there (i.e., some of the walls in the corridors, random furniture in the rooming decks, the rooms themselves). Even the mess hall has permanently changed. Yet, there is some bad news that comes with this transition. The universe the ship is in is so terrible that it has been given its own name so that travelers avoid it altogether. Even the Captains themselves are aware of just how Bad News this universe is and had originally planned to take “the long way around” to avoid it. Anything shady or unsavory can be found in the Runoff, and while it might not appeal to the majority, it is simply second-nature to those who inhabit it. From arms trafficking to drugs, whatever one might think is illegal somewhere else is suddenly very legal and very dangerous.

Through the transition, some of the crew will accidentally end up on a nearby outpost specifically used for slave trade. It is a covered, temporary establishment used only for this purpose, meaning there are no open markets, hotels, or businesses of any sort. Stalls and tents line dirty streets, and ships litter the space around the outpost. This is a slave trade zone. People come and go but do not stay. Various lifeforms can be found here, and there are many different forms of slave trade happening. The motto “honor among thieves” does not exist in this place either. Crew who end up here will be “free”; however, this means that there is the potential to be taken and sold or kept by those of the Runoff. The Moira will not be close to this outpost, but the signals given from their MIDs will alert the crew to their location. Rescue, obviously, is imminent, but those who choose to help their fellow crewmembers must keep to small stealth missions using transporters or other crafts with one important detail in mind: they cannot bring attention or notice to the Moira itself.

Almost one-third of the crew has found themselves on the slave trade outpost, leaving the rest to plan for rescue. The Captains will immediately divulge all information that they have about the outpost, which is unfortunately very little outside of the stigma associated with the Runoff. The Captains will ask any MID techs or those with skills to create a program that allows person to person location; this function will allow crewmembers to search for those on the outpost via their MIDs. Rescue efforts are encouraged, and all the ships and transporters in the cargo bay will be available for public use. Crew will be told to be careful and quiet, bringing no attention to the Moira’s location, and most importantly, do not stand out. If crew look and act like they don’t belong there, others will notice. Stealth is the name of the game, and blending in is a necessity.

☄ time goes by slowly

The unfortunate crewmembers who ended up on the outpost have now found themselves pursued by those looking to make a profit through slave trade. The standards of hard labor vary from owner to owner, but it is what it sounds like. Rough, hard work that will last as long as the body performing it can endure. If purchased, owners might examine their new property to determine what type of work they’d be best suited for and then split them up into holding areas until they are done with their purchases. Others might have their slaves begin work by cleaning their ship or holding stalls or packing up their tents and gear. The owners, and their needs, are as varied as the universe. Did you manage to escape? Or were you forced to work before you were rescued?

☄ and it seems to last forever

Like the crewmembers taken by general labor owners, the murdersport slavers buy and take whomever they believe can last the longest in the pit. Some take those who appear to be strong or have great stamina, and some take those who are light on their feet or are quick-witted. Some crew are chosen simply based on appearance and how good they’ll look in their gear. If pursued, the slavers will do everything they can to capture the Moirans, and if captured, crew might be taken to a holding stall or a testing pit so that their skills can be witnessed by the public and tested. Some slavers want to show off their new property by throwing them into small roped off areas with other slaves, various creatures, or machines. Some make them stand up in front of groups and simply show them off, boasting that, at the next big event in the Runoff, they’ll surely win the grand prize. What kind of slaver has taken you? Will you be forced to fight before you rescue? Or will you not make it to the Moira before the Ingress pulls you back?

☄ but then it starts to fly ( cw: sex )

As is typical of this universe, slave trade comes in various forms. The most notorious being its illustrious sex trade. Slaves are bought and sold quickly and often, with no notable preference for appearance or species. Buyers come from all over to find slaves to work in their brothels, for personal use, as in-house entertainment, and much more. While the other two most popular type of slave trade don’t care as much about the physical well being of their property, these specific owners usually do. They might try to incapacitate first, so that the slaves aren’t bruised or cut, and if necessary, use binds until they can get them back to their ships or holding stalls. Some owners have their slaves cleaned and dressed in the finest attire, while others shove them into uniforms and tossed into stalls. Were you captured? Did you escape? Or were you rescued before something untoward occurred?

What's more, events of the past always have a way of coming back to haunt you.

Months past, a monster terrorized the crew and left a very literal mark upon those that it touched. Those scarred by encounters with the Ploiatos will find their minds drifting as they work and go about their day. They may also find themselves in a different part of the ship than intended when they come back to themselves. It happens slowly, these small moments of lost time. But both before and after these events occur, one might notice that the scars seem to shift slightly. Where the patterns have been stable for months, suddenly the branching arms of the scars appear to be in a slightly different position than before. More often than not, those who lose time will regain awareness and find themselves in Navigation. When this happens, oftentimes Captain Manasseh will herd them out with a quiet, but undeniably firm, suggestion to visit the infirmary. More unsettling are the moments when they awaken in the I.L.R. standing outside the one door that should never be opened. As for those who were lucky enough to avoid encounters with the creature locked within, they must figure out how to deal with their friends and fellow crew who seem to walk around in a fog with no control of their actions.

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outpost;

[For a moment, Billy is a bit too out of sorts to realize what's happened. It hits fast that he's suddenly... not at all on the ship, that he seems to be alone. He tries his MID to see if it's working, to see if he can tell just what happened or where he is. He tries to wander around a bit, too hesitant to try to use his magic to get back to the ship. He might be pretty good at location spells and teleporting, but he's not confident to try to take himself that far and end up somewhere entirely off mark if whatever happened earlier happens again.

But things go wrong real fast, unfortunately.

He's chased relentlessly, beaten, and despite his best efforts, he's drugged into submission eventually. Probably when the groups chasing him realize that he's not just running his mouth, he's casting spells.

Things go black after that.]

captured;
[For a bit, he's with Eggsy, and he's hit with the gut-wrenching realization he's not the only part of the crew to end up here, enslaved. He's barely clothed, just enough to give him the slightest bit of dignity, and his arm is red where they've branded him with black ink. He and Eggsy are separated eventually though, and he has no idea what happens to him.

He hopes he found a way to escape, honestly.

He doesn't get a chance to use his abilities really, beyond occasions where they kick in of their own accord. Electricity sparks menacingly all along his body at some of the people who try to touch him. It's almost like a reflex sometimes, when he's in danger and overwhelmed. Some of them, it gets to back off, some seem to not mind at all-- and those he does lash out at with everything he's got in him.

It doesn't mind if he's punished for it later. He's damn well not going to be a piece of meat to be enjoyed and tossed away after. The thought makes his stomach twist up in disgust.

He can't leave well enough alone either-- he tries to help others if he sees them. The idea of slavery is disgusting and he can't just let himself stand for it, not if he can help in even the slightest. Whatever he gets for disobedience is well worth it, in his opinion.]

aftermath;
[He's rescued-- and thank god he is. Whatever the slavers got in return is nothing less than what they deserve in his opinion. He won't let himself feel sorry for it, guilty. He's too tired to question what sort of person he is, to have a moral crisis. Maybe later, when his skin isn't crawling and he doesn't twitch away from unexpected touches. Maybe when he doesn't feel like he has to take multiple showers to feel like he's got at least some of the taint of that entire place off him.

Mostly though, he tries to carry on. He's still got a job around the ship and he focuses on it as much as he can. Other times, he can be seen wandering around the ship, distant and a little zoned out. There aren't really windowsills for him to mope on, but he can still be seen staring out at the stars sometimes.

He's got to keep it together though. He knows that. Not only is it vital for the ship, but he's got people here who care about him.

People who he'll be trying to check up on, keep an eye out for.]

for loki: small comforts;

[Billy isn't sure how many showers it will take to ever just feel clean again after that whole experience. It's the one thing that never happened to him back in the underworld, despite all its gruesome tortures. He'd never been stripped down, treated like an object for pleasure. He'd never seen it happen to anyone else before, not where he couldn't help. For an almighty deity in training, he'd felt so... powerless. The slavers learned real quick to not let him get too many words out of his mouth after all.

He hasn't felt like that since-- well, Teddy was nearly dissected in front of him or when he was impaled on a spike.

All he wants to do at the moment is hide away, stay curled up in the barracks. On the bed he shares with Loki, even if he's not entirely sure about it. Rationally, he knows he tried his best. He fought back as hard as he could, didn't crumble or give in... but it doesn't stop him from feeling like his skin is crawling or that Loki will see him just that much differently now. Not because he thinks badly of Loki, but because he can't quit help seeing himself differently. Kept practically naked and pawed at, branded with something he didn't deserve like the S on his wrist... powerless.

It really hurts his argument that he can take care of himself and that's what's driving him crazy most of all. Being a burden, losing confidence in his ability to protect others-- when it had been shaky for a bit already... it's not great. Being Wiccan, whether he's always liked it or not, has always been a part of his identity. If he doesn't have that, he's not entirely sure what to do. At least a darker part of Billy can take some twisted relief in knowing the slavers were dealt with, that people were helped regardless.

Still, those are all thoughts for another time because he can hear Loki's footsteps behind him. He hadn't realized one hand had been idly toying with the necklace around his neck, twisting at the chain nervously. He makes himself stop and look up.]

... Hey.

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[He's never been terribly good at comforting anyone. He can manage sympathy, when he finds a way to correlate his own experiences with someone else's, but empathy has never been his strong point. And what Billy went through... Loki has very few analogues. He's felt humiliated before, but never the way Billy seems to feel. The kind of casual sexual degradation of being for sale- that, he's never had to deal with, not even in their shared hell.

But he can tell Billy is trying, at least, not to let it pull him down completely. And that, Loki can appreciate, having seen him in far less responsive states. And he owes him, still, for the argument they'd had not that long ago.

So he settles on the bed next to Billy, reaching almost automatically for his wrist, a familiar gesture he hopes the slavers haven't ruined for him. Steeling himself for a conversation he'll almost certainly not like all that much, he still tries to smile.]

Hello, Billy. Would you like to make a little room for me?

[A question, not a demand, despite the fact Loki isn't good at requesting anything. But Billy at least needs to feel like he has a choice here, Loki thinks.]

[No-- that's not ruined in any sense of the word. He smiles softly at the familiar gesture and squirms until Loki has enough room to settle in with him.]

Sure. Better?

[He always relaxes easily with Loki next to him, always feels that much more safe. This isn't an exception.]

[He slides into the bed, only a small gap between them, looking at Billy steadily. He's angry, still, that someone would take Billy, try to make him no longer Loki's. Billy is no toy, a lesson Loki had to learn himself but now wouldn't forget at all.

But his anger isn't at Billy, and it's easy for him to offer Billy a smile. Less easy to decide whether Billy would appreciate any further touch, but- he's let Loki in bed, and he isn't shying from the hand on his wrist, so Loki tucks an arm around his waist instead.]

Much. Everything usually is, with you here.

[He hesitates.]

Are you feeling a little better? You've been... somewhat out of it since we got back.

[He manages something like a smile at those words, and its Loki. Even recently from a argument, even after everything, he still finds something grounding in the contact. He shifts a bit closer, enough to curl into Loki just a bit more.]

I don't know.

[He tucks his head under Loki's chin, closes his eyes for a moment.]

I'm glad to be back here though.

[He runs his fingers up and down Billy's back, as softly as he can, trying to be soothing. He's still not good at it, but he supposes trying isn't too much effort, occasionally. He still owes Billy for their argument, after all.]

You're here and safe for a little while, yes.

[He rests his chin against Billy's hair, letting him tuck himself in as closely as he wants.]

I'd thought this trap a little less horrifying than the last, but... I suppose it still has its surprises.

Mm...

[He knows he's safe now-- relatively speaking. He can't control any malfunctions or anything. It doesn't make him feel any less... frustrated with himself though, or any less relaxed.]

I guess it does. I think I could have lived without that one... Or at least the tattoo.

[He makes a disgruntled noise at the mention of the tattoo, almost a faint growl, but makes himself stay relaxed and wrapped around Billy. Besides, what worse can he do to the slavers who put it there now? He already did very nearly his worst to them...]

We can find a way to get it removed, perhaps. Or changed, if you'd rather.

[He hesitates, but presses his lips to Billy's forehead, still careful.]

The tattoo doesn't make you any less Billy, you know.

Maybe... I'd at least like to change it to something else. I seriously hate it there.

[He lets out an unhappy sigh, eyes closing at the kiss.]

It may not make me any less Billy, but-- I haven't felt that powerless in a long time, and never in that way. I couldn't even help anybody... they caught on to my magic pretty fast and how I use it, I mean.

Billy Kaplan | cw: sexual slavery, implied violence, aftermath

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rescue times?

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*ground wow sorry

hah, no worries!

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aftermath

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