thisavrou_log | november event

november event

Who: Everyone
When: November 15th and on
Where: The Moira.
What: The ship begins to fall apart and enters a “timeslip” when the Ingress is turned on.
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label your content!

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"Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.."

So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem.

The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress.

☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN)

The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex.

They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides.

☄ HE ATE MY HEART

Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction.

Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.)

☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK?

As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated.

Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands.

☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.

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[ She doesn't answer that. Elena doesn't want to think about it. Instead she opens her eyes and glances at the belt around her arm, shaking her head. ]

It's not tight enough. You need to go to a higher notch.

[ The belt feels like it could easily slide down under the blood slicking her arm. Also, Adrien had taught her the proper way of most of the things they'd normally half-ass. ]

And Sully? The kids? What about Hawke and Tex? Have you heard anything? I didn't see any of them come by medical, just Tony. When he dropped...Adrien off.

It won't go any tighter. Your arm's too thin.

[What he wouldn't give for Elena to have bigger arm muscles than he does right now. Or for him to have a smaller waist.]

They're fine as far as I know, but it's chaos out there.

[He tries to urge her to her feet, supporting her.]

You need to get to medical now.

[ Her weight sags against him, knees buckling once he gets her up. But she grabs onto him with her one hand to keep herself up, whimper bitten down. ]

You need to reset my shoulder, Nate. And the bleeding, in my pacdisk, I have medical supplies. I might bleed out before you get me there.

[ A hard reality, it needs to be addressed. ]

[He swallows hard and nods. He knows, but he hadn't wanted it to be true.]

Okay. You—you tell me what I need to do. I know the theory, but...

[But he's never actually done it. He's seen dislocations, sure, but Sully's shady doctor friends in a variety of countries have done the actual fixing.]

Not out here. It's still too dangerous.

[ They need to move. Elena doesn't care where; back to their room, medbay, it doesn't matter. There could be more Descendants lurking about, or worse.

There has to be a room nearby that's unlocked for them to take some shelter in. ]

Don't worry, I'll walk you through it.

[ The same way Adrien had walked her through it, but she won't tell him that. ]

All right.

[That almost makes it worse. Nate knows this is going to hurt her, and doing it under her direction? But they don't have any other option.

He keeps one arm around her protectively, one on his gun, and guides them into a spare room. Old storage, maybe, or used for a job he's not familiar with. He doesn't know and doesn't care.]

Okay. Let's—let's do this.

[ It seems big enough that this could work, there's even a spot on what appears to be a crate where she can sit. She leads him there, using him for support and grimaces as she lowers down to sit, straightening up. Her shoulders need to be lifted and that in itself is the biggest pain to try and manage.

Elena pushes out a breath. ]

Take my arm, keep it at ninety degrees. Hold at the wrist and hold it under the elbow. Make sure the inside is tucked against the side of my body so it's in a neutral position.

You aren't going to be jerking on it or even forcing it back into place. But this is going to hurt like one mean sonuvabitch when you start— are you sure you're up for this?

[ She knows he doesn't want to do anything to cause her further pain, this is absolutely necessary if they're going to keep going, however. ]

[He listens carefully, trying to supplement what she's telling him with half-remembered knowledge he's never had to use. He's got to get this right the first time.]

I've gotta be, don't I?

[The only other option is likely to get her killed. And that's not an option.]

I'm ready.

[He takes her arm and does as she says, trying to be gentle until the right moment. And then, with her guidance and her nod of permission, he attempts to set things right.]

[ The pain is excruciating and at one point of moving the arm around, she feels like she's going to get sick, blanching. But she walks him through holding her arm and swinging it in against her body and then out, easing the dislocated limb back into the socket.

It works and there's a faint sound even as it drops back into place. Almost immediately the pain is gone and she lets out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, the exhale shuddering in relief. She sags forward to focus on just breathing, light-hearted. ]

You did... You did good. Maybe you'll be able to join Adrien and I in medbay one of these days.

[ A weak, small smile. Now they need to worry about the other problems at hand. ]

[He joins her in breathing out in relief. The last thing he wants is to have to hurt her again, even in service of her well-being.]

I think I'll leave that to you. I'm better at blowing things up than fixing them.

["Three goddamn bullets" and all.]

You ready to move? I don't think we should stick around here.

As soon as we wrap up the other arm, put something on it to stop the bleed— I'm not feeling all that— all that hot right now.

[ Same could be said for how she looks. Doesn't look so hot or feel so hot. Beads of perspiration have begun to form at her brow and upper lip. She's as white as a sheet but Elena's pushing herself to stay there with him and not slip into unconsciousness. ]

—pacdisk. Medicated ointment. Gauze. [ Hesitation. ] ...there should also be a palm-sized box containing syringes and vials. You'll need to apply that first to numb the site of injury.

[Shit. That's not good. He doesn't wait an instant or ask any questions, just gets out what she needs immediately.

Nate doesn't love the idea of sticking a needle into his wife, but he's administered one before, and it's necessary. He tries to choose an injection site that will be effective but not hurt too much, but there's not much he can do. That accomplished, he makes short order of the gauze and ointment.]

Okay. I think this is all we can do now.

[ A swift hiss of breath is her only reaction to the prick of the needle, the area already painful as is. The numbing is quite effective, quick to take action. Elena barely feels it when he gets the area wrapped up. ]

We need to go then. I don't know about you but I really don't want to run into another group of Descendents. Now I know how you probably felt when you were running around and I was trying to find the rope.

[ A weak chuckle. She moves to rise from the crate, reaching out for the wall for balance as she almost buckles— ]

Ooooookay, so let's not do any sudden movements...

[ Dizzy, so dizzy. Her head ducks as she focuses on her breathing—stay conscious stay awake stay awake. ]

[He's about to agree when she almost slips, and he takes a firmer hold on her to make sure she stays upright.]

Slow and steady. We'll make it.

[The difference between now and when he was running around waiting for her to help him up is that he had a shotgun and a lot of ammo, and also not a deep bite wound in his arm.]

You said you saw me before. [Dead.] What...did you see, exactly?

I'm in half a mind to tell you to just leave me here and save yourself but I already know that's not going to fly.

[ One more deep breath and she gets herself steadied with his aid. What else could be beyond the door? No chance in figuring that one out, his question catches her off guard. She closes her eyes, squeezes them shut. ]

Not... Not right now. [ Softer— ] ...I can't.

[ Getting out and getting back to the kids without suffering anything else, that's all Elena wants to do right now. She doesn't want to have to remember the way he'd looked in death.

Just one more thing to haunt her at night. ]

[No. It's not. He doesn't even have to answer that.

And she apparently can't answer him. It's probably for the best; aside from not wanting to cause her a different, they need to make their way to a more secure area of the ship, if one still exists.]

All right. Here.

[He pulls a spare pistol from his gun belt—lighter, with less recoil. It'll be easier for her to use if she has to.]

Just in case.

We shouldn't be far from Medbay.

[ Unless she'd lost track of which way went where. She'd have to count on him to lead the way, as long as they didn't have to navigate through all the bodies decorating the one hallway she'd been in.

Hopefully she didn't have to use the gun, but Elena would, if it came down to it. ]

I should be fine to walk. You lead, I'll take up the back.

Right.

[He doesn't want to turn his back on her, doesn't want to take his eyes off her for a minute in case some horrible yet stealthy thing comes up to take her away when he's not looking, but there's no choice for it, and that's probably paranoia.

And he trusts her to have his back. That'll have to be enough, until they reach safety. And it is—until they turn a corner.]

[ She doesn't speak as they move, a little slower on navigating through the debris of both the ship and what stray crewmember lay sprawled about, torn, dead. Death is always difficult, whether it's someone you know or not. Seeing the odd unmoving body or two and stepping around or over them, it pushes the numbness to spread.

Her left arm is completely useless, she can't feel a thing from the shoulder down to her forearm.

Making sure she can still grip something, Elena grips the gun in her right hand a little tighter for reassurance.

They turn the corner and quickly, in spite of her injuries, she reaches to smack the side of her gun against her husband's arm, hissing. ]

Careful—!

[ Hard to drag him back around with only one arm. Hopefully it's enough to get him to come back into cover because holy shit, what the fuck is that? ]

[He is being careful, he wants to hiss back, but now isn't the time for that kind of argument. Also, making unnecessary noise isn't being careful.

Also, it's looking at them.]

Shit!

[ Elena stares back at it from around Nate's arm. Her grip is tight enough on the gun that it bites into her palm.

Can it smell fear? ]

Back up— slowly. [ She dares to breathe out, loud enough that he'll hear but that unrecognizable monster won't. ] No sudden movements...

[ God how she hopes it can't hear her heart hammering at the base of her throat. The sound of it is so loud in her ears, deafening. ]

Right.

[Slowly. Slooooowly. Don't show fear, don't look like a threat, don't give it a reason to—

—charge at them, and the thing is fucking fast. It happens in seconds, less than that, and there's no way to kill it in time, no way to get Elena away from it, it's coming for them both.

It happens on instinct. He turns, twists, and lifts—if the thing has any sentience, it definitely won't expect Elena to kick it in the face or whatever it's got.]

Oh— fuck—!

[ It charges and, Jesus, it's a terrifying sight; she half expects Nate to knock her aside by accident in trying to get out of the way, or flatten her against the wall. Or grab her by the arm like he had as the three of them crowded within the small light from the torch to keep from the walls.

Elena doesn't expect to be grabbed around the middle and hefted up. The motion is so sudden that he ends up jarring her arm and making her cry out in pain, body seizing tensely from it. And yet she instinctively draws her legs up as she presses back, kicking out and catching it hard in the throat (GO TEAM—).

A horrible choking sound is heard. The beast staggers back.

She's not doing so hot herself, breaths gasping as she half grips her gun and digs it into his arm in trying to grip onto him. She feels sick, dizzy, looks ashen gray and white.

Something along the lines of 'oh god—' are hastily stuttered. With those words the contents in her stomach follow as she leans off to the side over his arm, stomach heaving. ]

Edited 2016-12-30 04:16 (UTC)

[That's my girl.

It's not the dominant emotion, but he's proud as hell of her—she's in pain and he hadn't planned the motion, hates to hurt her, but something in him knew it was the only option, and she rolled with it. Did a damn good job, too—it's staggering, half down, and it gives him the time he needs.

Nate sets her down quickly and fires four rounds into the beast's head with his free hand. It goes down for good.

He turns to her and is about to repeat his previous unvoiced sentiment out loud when she turns and vomits abruptly. Only a little backsplash lands on him.

Go...team...?]

[ One for the books.

She doesn't care to turn her head to look, she peers from the corner of her eye as she's sagging heavily against his arm, breathing hard, shaking. Good to know that's out of their way. Hopefully there won't be another or two more that come around sniffing them out.

Not quite ladylike of her but Elena gathers whatever is in her mouth and spits off to the side, grimacing at the lingering taste. Disgusting. ]

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