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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-07-19 01:11 am

( 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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deep in the murk
"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:

Halloween Fonts
( 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.


( ooc; Please mark all sensitive topics in subject line! )
seeingscarlet: (witch; 031)

rescue times?

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-07-21 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoever decided it was a good idea to commit grand theft Maximoff made the fatal mistake of forgetting the one who doesn't entirely need the MIDs to find the rest.

Billy might recognize pieces of the outfit from things Wanda's worn before. She's still in her favored red and black, although even Wanda can admit that this much leather is bordering on excessive. She's tried to look intimidating enough that she won't have to actually defend herself and blow her cover.

But the people in this tent...well. They won't trust their own thoughts ever again when she's done with them, so what does it matter?

Wanda goes straight for Billy first, eyes glowing a steady red. How dare they treat anyone like this but especially how dare they do this to her family.]


Time to go. Can you walk?

[She's made no attempt to blend in, no attempt to 'browse' at all. They have seconds before someone gets suspicious...but unfortunately for them, Wanda is just itching to teach them a lesson.]
noassgardian: (skeptical)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2016-07-23 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Billy looks up slowly. He'd recognize that voice anywhere, he thinks, and he almost responds-- instead he stops himself and just gives a quick, quiet nod.

This-- really isn't how he'd like to be seen by anyone, let alone the alternate universe version of his own mother, the woman who's become so close to him, but he's grateful. He's grateful that anyone is here.

He pushes himself up slowly to follow her, casting a worried look around.]


Did you come alone?
seeingscarlet: (witch; 033)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-07-25 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
Loki and Bruce came with me.

[And while technically they aren't here right now, it's not like no one would notice if Wanda went missing, too.

Wanda would shrug off her jacket to give Billy something to cover himself with if the people running this operation didn't pick an extremely inconvenient time to realize what she's actually doing here. Unfortunately for them, she knows as soon as they do and she doesn't particularly care what happens to them.

The two men present never make it to their weapons. Wanda catches both of their hands midair, gestures sharply towards the crowd, and squeezes. There's a sickening crunch and one of them yelps in pain - this is a bad time to ask her for finer control.]


If you scream, no one will come. [No honor among thieves, after all, and someone else would be more than happy to take over whatever 'business' might be left behind. Not that there will be, of course, and there are already enough people screaming as it is that the people who frequent this world must be used to it. Wanda turns to Billy.]

What do you want to do with them?
noassgardian: (Default)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2016-07-26 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki's here?

[And Bruce-- while he hasn't met this version, he's still an Avenger and this is still a... pretty horrible way to be seen. Not that he has time to focus on shame when all hell breaks loose in a minute.

Wanda means business apparently-- and a darker side of Billy is almost pleased at the crunch, the noises that follow. Maybe when he's not thinking about all the people he's seen suffer, the way he's suffered, he'll be sick with himself.

He hasn't felt like this in a long time though. Since back home when he had to watch his boyfriend dissected while he was bound and helpless, and his temper can be volatile in the heat of the moment.

Wanda's voice draws him out of his own head, even as electricity sparks briefly along his skin, magic making his eyes glow briefly before he manages to rein in his temper a bit. Losing control of his magic right now wouldn't help matters after all-- and neither would the things he's thinking of, that he's not too far gone to feel vaguely ill over. He eyes the two men before he makes himself look away.]


... Don't ask me that right now, Wanda. I really don't trust what answers I'd give.

[Because right now, he'd rather see them hurt like they've doubtlessly hurt countless others.]

We need to get moving. I saw Eggsy here for a while. Do you know if he got out?
seeingscarlet: (witch; 029)

*ground wow sorry

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-07-27 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The men are pretty helpless on the ground now, mostly at Wanda's (nearly nonexistent) mercy. All it takes is one look at Billy and the barest brush against their minds for her to decide what to do with them.]

You are better than me, Billy.

[Perhaps just taking him and leaving would be the high road, but even though in the past revenge has come at a terrible cost, Wanda just can't let this stand. She could kill them...but after all the pain they've caused she wants them to suffer.

The way she moves towards them is downright predatory. She flicks her wrists at the men and mentally shoves them into the darkest parts of their minds. It's not the sort of thing one emerges unscathed from.

She could do worse, but she'd have to stick around and Billy needs to get out of here immediately.]


You can take their clothes if you want. Or my jacket. [If he stays with her, they'll probably be okay, but Billy deserves better than to be ogled like a thing by the entire planet.] I haven't looked for anyone else. Just you and Pietro and Peter.
noassgardian: ([normal] this can't be for real)

hah, no worries!

[personal profile] noassgardian 2016-07-29 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
You haven't seen me mad before... and I'm trying to not be at the moment.

[Even if it's failing, sort of, but--

Either way, he tries to clear his head, giving a nod.]


Let me just grab pants at least.

[He doesn't want to wear their clothes, but-- he'd also rather not have to run around mostly naked either. The chain make his movements a little difficult, but not impossible-- especially... after whatever she did to them.

He should be worried about it, right?

But he's not at the moment. Other things to focus on.]


How are they? Are they okay? I didn't see them...
seeingscarlet: (witch; 051)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-07-29 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Wait.

[She reaches out with a glowing hand and focuses on the chains. They look normal enough, if apparently immune to electricity. Better that than the other way around - Anakin's shackles had done a number on her even though she hadn't really touched them.

Fortunately it burns away as easily as the Ultron sentries.]
Better?

I can feel that they're alive, but it's...hard to find them on a planet like this.

[Too much intensity of emotion. It's physically like trying to hear a whisper in a room where everyone is yelling.]
noassgardian: ([suit] not so sure)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2016-07-29 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
... Thanks, Wanda.

[He gives her a brief, appreciative smile. Whatever irritation there is from his cuffs isn't too horrible, thankfully, and it gives him freedom to finish dressing.]

And don't worry. We'll find them, okay? Wherever they are.

[Billy doesn't leave people behind after all.]
seeingscarlet: (witch; 139)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-07-29 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I won't leave them here.

[Wanda sets about releasing the others to give Billy some privacy. She doesn't want to leave the planet without getting at least a small lead on her brothers, but she also wants to get Billy back to the Moira as soon as possible. He needs food and rest and a change of clothes at the very least.]

But we should go. They won't follow us, but someone else could come in, see everyone is missing.
noassgardian: ([normal] profile)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2016-08-03 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You're right...

[He gives a slow nod, looking around them.]

We need to get going before someone else notices... the lat thing we need is both of us to end up in here.

[And Billy doesn't want to be responsible for getting Wanda caught or harmed in any way.]

Do we meet up with the others?