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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Uh-huh. Right.

[He starts to shake his head again, but stops himself. He'll get dizzy that way.]

At least you tried. Kinda.

[Not very hard.]

What do you want, I'm not a story teller. It could be worse, is what I'm saying.

[he unfolds one of his legs, pushing at the ground.]

We're not knee-deep in human parts, for one.

That is certainly true.

[That he's not a storyteller. That it could be worse. That there aren't body parts everywhere, ew.

All of the above.]

Guess we're grounded for a while after all this. I hope we find what we need, now that we finally made it here.

After essentially bombing the planet from orbit? I'm sure the natives will be thrilled to help us.

[not to mention the last crash-planet didn't go too well, considering.]

Good thing we aren't going to rely on their help, huh?

[God, he hopes they don't hold a grudge. He's tired of fighting.]

We do what we can to survive. It's as simple as that.

Same as it ever was. I'd imagine they'll be swarming the crash site soon. To help or loot.

[a sharp sigh puffs out his vents.]

Or both. I'm trying to be optimistic.

I guess that's kind of optimistic.

[Halfway.]

Well, we'll hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I guess. I'm not sure what else there is.

Yeah, we're gonna find out either way.

...

Speaking of find, you wanna help me look for something? I think I figured out what part of the wreckage is Moro Deck.

Uh, sure.

[Not like he has anything else going on. Also, Riptide is a bro.]

Wait, why do you want to look through Moro's wreckage?

That's where my room was! I left something. Under the recharge slab. In a box.

...Which probably isn't what you think it is.

[it's robot weed.]

I have no idea what it could be, so probably not.

[He has no idea robots can even partake of weed.]

We got a bunch of it on the Collectives! Basically you cycle it through your vents and it makes you really spacey and stuff. If its not in the pink box it'll be in baggies. It's pink and looks like wiring.

[people could need rescuing and riptide wants nate to help him find weed. teenagers...]

[Haha, what? Nate laughs.]

You make it sound like weed or something.

[But weed is a plant, not wires, so that's obviously not the case.]

...Just don't tell Magnus. I mean, there were a bunch of escape pods near my room, too, so he could nail two birds with one stone?

...seriously? [Wow.] All right, I won't tell him about your...cyber weed.

Thanks, mate. You want a lift? You might be able to see stuff you recognise from up here.

[riptide isn't sure about human call signs, after all.]

Uh...depends. You gonna be able to keep me securely on you? Because after what happened to the Moira, the last thing I want to do is face another crash-landing of my own.

[He doesn't want to be a pancake. A pan-Nate.]

Well, I have a couple of pretty good spots. Sorry, Nate, but if you fall off I'm putting that down to natural selection.

[he leans over, pointing to his shoulder.]

See? Like fifty handholds.

Well...all right. But if I die, you're going to have to explain it to my wife.

[He'll give it a shot, though.]

That's your conjunx, right?

[he'll just lean down and hold a hand out.]

I'm not sure I've met her yet. I can't believe you call me your friend and you still haven't introduced me to your conjunx!

Don't call her that, it sounds creepy.

[He take the hand and does his best to get a good hold on his friend. That sounds so weird.]

You could introduce yourself, you know. She lives—lived—on the ship too, she's not hiding.

What? Conjunx? That's the word for it! I don't remember the human one. I can use the full- the full thing is conjunx endura. Is that better?

[riptide pouts as nate climbs onto his hand, carefully raising it to his shoulder when he looks comfortable.]

It's manners for you to introduce me, your best and only friend, to everyone you know!

Eh. Not really, but it's fine. Just call her Elena, that's her name.

['Conjunx' is just...kinda creepy-sounding.]

Also, you're not my best friend or my only friend.

[Sorry bro.]

Wow. You're gonna say that while I'm holding you?

[despite his hurt expression, his tone makes it clear he's joking.]

So this... "Elena", what does she look like? Is she from Earth too?

Uh, she's blonde, athletic, really hot...probably not from your perspective, though.

[Though who really knows, with robots.]

We're both from Earth. Where and when I'm from, everyone is—people even debate whether aliens exist.

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