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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm

december event log

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content


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the outer gate
"Open up, and let them in."

The Moira is no more.

With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.

WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB






Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.

WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.

Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.

Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.

Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing.
WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.

During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.

The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up.
WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.

Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.

The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be.
WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.

After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.

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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-12-06 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
...Fine.

[Mettaton reaches up, his arms taking hold of Asriel. He pulls the boy off his shoulders, setting him down on his feet. This time he doesn't wait to see if the kid can stand on his own, he all but drops him.]

Turn around, Asriel. Face me. Face me and tell me you're the only one who has something to lose. If you can't do that, then hit me. Hit me with your magic. We may not have much, but monsters can only express themselves with their magic. It cannot be fully locked away by some fucking portal.

Show me that I am wrong to be upset at your recklessness. Or don't. I don't care.

[The robot shrugs, and there's a coldness in his expression. If the face didn't do it, then hopefully the previous profanity would. Mettaton doesn't curse often, and never to that degree.]

But don't you dare run. Because if you make me waste my magic, I'll make you regret it. Do you understand?

And if you can't use your magic, then use your claws. Use your teeth. You still have those, don't you?
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[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-12-06 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Asriel wobbles for a second, but stands upright. It seems like the dart's effects have more or less worn off. Mettaton tells him not to run, but he doesn't have to worry about that - fear and dread has him firmly frozen in place.

Asriel shakes his head pathetically.]


I don't want to fight you.

[Please no.]
Edited 2016-12-06 05:26 (UTC)
forgeabettertomorrow: (eyyyyyy this guuuuuy)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
I would, but smaller ones are easier to carry with me. Never know when I'll see something interesting or when inspiration will strike.

[Darin gladly hands over the notebook. As Pidge flips through it, she'll see all kinds of things: Two page sketches of the wreckage of the Moira, notes on the parts and things he managed to scavenge, sketches of the massive exodus and of the terrain, hand drawn maps with notes on the things he's observed and found. He's incredibly thorough. There's times and dates by every observation...]

[Hey, there's even some sketches of crew members in here! There's a little doodle of Lucio skating around and there's one of Shiro with a perpetual lineface. There's even a caption: "Explain to me this alien concept of 'smile.'" Oh, and there's one of Allura too. She's breathing fire and the caption says "DARIN IS DUMB"]
forgeabettertomorrow: (I don't really get it but...)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Horus? Who's that?

[Well, now you've got his attention.]
shiro2hero: (CUE GHIBLI HAIR POOF)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-06 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
You were about to.

[It's the Dad in him, pointing that little tidbit out.]

[He stays put while Darin does... whatever it is he's doing back there. Glancing back at the sound of flesh hitting stone. And... okay. That sure happened. But he holds his position. Up until he's handed a giant hunk of rock.]

[And looking incredulously at his reckless companion.]


You didn't think that would work? What if you--

[Now is not the time. He grimaces, and looks back down the tunnel.]

You're sure they're still here?
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-12-06 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ohh, is that so? You don't want to fight!

[Mettaton laughs, with that same level of instability as when they'd been traveling in the timeslip, arms extended and everything about his behavior threatening.]

You. Don't want to fight me. But what you do want, is to toy with your own life when you are important to so many people--not just me. NOT JUST ME!!

What would I have told your mother?! Tell me, Asriel, what would I have told her if you broke that disk and everything you were was reduced to nothing?!

[He shakes his head, extending an arm.]

I will only ask you one more time. Tell me that you are the only one with something to lose. Tell me I will go home and everything will be fine, and that the monster I fell in love with will remember me for how I was on the ship, and I'll have my happily ever after!!! Tell me that or FIGHT!! There is no MERCY here. Reveal yourself to me!!!
villainry: (if you know what i mean)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-06 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Safer. Not as thrilling, but without the assistance of magic, that's an annoyingly moot point. Wanda isn't the only one unimpressed with the sudden lack of abilities. At least this time, however, he's been thankfully left with the glamor that keeps him looking like himself, and he doesn't have to face her for a second time in a guise all too vulnerable when that's apparent enough for the both of them already.

Loki lets out a small sigh. As amusing as it might have been to catch her off guard, it's a short-lived sentiment. He stalks into this home's excuse for a kitchen, and pushes himself up so he's seated on its counter.

He glances at Wanda with trepidation.]


Should I worry about what constitutes as food if it can just sit around like this?

villainry: (dicks out for captain america)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-06 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Loki simply shrugs as he moves out of one end of the house to the now-occupied space. The man is unrecognizable, which is a small bonus: he doesn't have to step on eggshells, there's no needed unnecessary pretense, and there's no reasonable expectation already heaped on his shoulders.

The upfront apology helps. Marginally.]


I do not recall owning it. By all means, scavenge away, if you can make something out that sorry excuse for a pantry.

[Which does not mean it's empty, just that even in survival mode, Loki is absurdly picky, and still unused to having no physical leg-up like he used to.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (Master blacksmith at work)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Darin turns down the way that he came just in time to see a pack of seven of those blighters come scrambling around the corner. Darin pulls his massive club from his shoulder.]

Alright, let's make this quick? I'm starting to feel a draft...!
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villainry: (but that's none of my business)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-06 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes. [It's given over his shoulder in a tone that could not be read as anything but sarcastic, as he moves about through the main room of the house he's in, stooping occasionally to knock against the floorboards to little avail.] I've found that these people make Midgard look like a...what do you call them, a theme park?

[He's not particularly thrilled with Peggy either, however he's not thrilled with forced socializing with much of anyone. A whole ship of it, and it's not anything personal, just basic annoyance. He does, occasionally, get something out of altering his face to push her buttons, but that cannot be done now, and there would be little joy out of it in these circumstances even if he could.]
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[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-12-06 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Asriel opens his mouth, feebly trying to defend himself. Flinching when he sees that terrifying look on Mettaton's face - the same one he saw when he fought those spiders, when Asriel tried to interrupt and it nearly looked like Mettaton would turn on him instead.

His life was wasn't important. He wasn't important - he only used to be important! Mettaton of all people should understand exactly how this feels!

But he doesn't - he doesn't understand what kind of hell is waiting for Asriel if he goes back and he can't hold himself together. He doesn't understand that he rip him from metal limb to metal limb until there's nothing but scrap left. And he'd do it slowly - because Flowey liked that best. He liked seeing their faces the moment they realized that they'd been fooled, the second before their lives were snuffed out.

Flowey was still Asriel. Nothing in the world was going to change that. He didn't deserve any second chances, he didn't deserve what he had. And he knew the cruelty of this world - it's proven to him over and over again how much he deserved to punished. This world would take everything from him, and it's enough to flip a switch in Asriel's mind as Mettaton presents him with two options:

Kill or be killed.]


It's. Not. Going TO BE FINE!!

[Asriel's teeth flash in a snarl, fur bristling in anger. He reaches down on all fours, his growing horns aimed at Mettaton.]

I won't go back to that hell again!

[And he charges forward, lunging when he's close enough.]

shiro2hero: (wait no i think that's a killers song)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-06 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
You never know. Maybe there's someone here who eats old cans.

[It's a bad attempt at a joke. A really bad one. But it's there, said lightly and without any irritation. No sense in getting into a real argument with someone right now.]

[He takes a half-step forward, offering up his left hand in greeting. Sure, it's the wrong hand for a usual handshake but oh well.]


Shiro. You?
patchricide: (68)

[personal profile] patchricide 2016-12-06 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
By responding to the wielder's strengths, emotion and personality. It might only take on a single form at first, but with time and training, they can reshape it in a number of different ways...

[She's the princess. Not the engineer.]

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-12-06 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[The smile he offers in return is more than a little forced, and that's the only thing about him that he can even connect to the word. It's difficult to find mirth in a holiday not his own when all he could reasonably give anyone is just more anxiety.

His own seated position mirrors Sideswipe's, as he falls back on the habit of folding into himself that he's never quite been able to kick.]


Let me guess. It happened to you too, and you don't want to talk about it either?

[Look, they might as well get the bantha in the cave out of the way now.]
shiro2hero: (bitch u thought)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-06 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[You wanted quick, right? Because, even with the lack of the metal arm's power, he's still darting forward as quickly as ever. Some things, apparently, aren't just because of Space Voodoo Prosthetics(C).]

[It's still a metal limb, though. And human-like bodies don't tend to respond well to being hit with metal objects moving rapidly through space. Which is why, when he lashes out at one monster's throat with the side of his hand, it still drops in a rasping, wheezing heap.]

[But... the drawback here is, again, the lack of power. It hadn't been heavy when it first shut down, but now... Now it's like swinging a metal bat the size of an arm, and slowing his movement accordingly.]
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[personal profile] patchricide 2016-12-06 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
You had them on Earth, as well? There's more cats in the universe than I realized.

[The feline leans down and sniffs the meat carefully. Aw, yes. Even if humans prepared it, it knows that smell. It eagerly accepts the treat.]

Maybe that's why they were the best choice to defend it.

[... of course, this one is just giving Shiro looks now. Sizing him up, trying to figure out how much more meat he's hiding.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (Master blacksmith at work)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wait wait wait...

You're telling me that your people work in metals that tune themselves to the people who wield them? No...No, that's not possible.

[Darin immediately plops himself on the ground and pulls out his notebook.]

Metal can't detect emotion...but metal can be malleable enough to change with a proper catalyst...

So...what if there was something attached...? Something that acted as the median between weapon and wielder that translated the wielder's thoughts and molded the metal that way...?

...Yeah...

Yeah I can see that...

[Ignoring you now, Princess.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (I'm busy over here!)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
H-Hey! Don't just...!

...Save some for me!!

[Darin scrambles to catch up with Shiro and brings his makeshift stone club overhead in a downward swing. It straight up squashes one of the creatures into a pulp as it lands. Darin uses the momentum to pivot and swing like he's going for a homerun. However, the creatures can feel the change in pressure and dodge his swing.]

Damn, I guess the surprise wore off...!

[Darin's huffing though. Just those two swings and he's sweating profusely.]
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-06 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Of course! It would have inconvenienced you all, otherwise.

[Not to mention really been awful in a lot of other ways. He accepts her taking his hand, curling big fingers around it. Using his other to tilt his helmet up. The better to see her with.]

Now, we are even.
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-12-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Won't you? Let's see!!

[Finally. Goddamn finally, the boss monster attacks. Mettaton doesn't attack him immediately--instead he lets the blow strike him, allowing Asriel to get in his one good lick. The robot staggers back, a hand over his abdomen where Asriel's horns had grazed him.

He's still grinning in that unhinged manner, but there's something else there too. Something else behind that manic front.

It doesn't fade though, because what would be the point in showing one's hand immediately? Instead, he summons nearly every vestige of magic he has access to and aims it directly at Asriel in one bright, lightning shaped bolt. Not just the interpretation of what this world takes his magic to be--but an actual magical bullet.

It's small, but by no means weak...and for a moment, he can see where he's aiming, he can see because it's his turn. His turn, and the rules are clear.

Dodge, little Dreemurr, if you can.]
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[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-06 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a lingering sense of disappointment in watching the lumbering creatures leave, but it's for the best that Venom doesn't have to deal with the more negative prospect of the guilt when he inevitably has to eat them for purposes of survival. He's soft on occasion, but he's not stupid.

With his new companions shuffling towards the horizon, Venom turns his attention back towards Kaz.
]

More of the native animals. Some of them are bolder than the others.

[ Which means that they should probably form groups with an equal ratio of combatants to noncombatants, but that goes without saying. Kaz probably doesn't need a refresher on basic strategy, so Venom refrains.

Instead, there's a part two:
] Found something worth exploring, too. [ Referring to the Ingress that he stumbled across while scouting ahead. Maybe Kaz would be keen on taking a look, but Venom won't be letting his XO go alone.

Meanwhile, he takes a bite of the proffered meat.
]
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Week One - OTA (Nightmare and Gore Warning)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-12-06 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nihlus wakes up just after they start pulling his airways out.

Claws curling against his abdomen, he struggles to hold a nonexistent wound shut, breath rising up in the dark in high, panicked gasps. It takes way too long for his brain to accept that there’s no empty cavity where his entrails should be and the blood in his mouth was just nick of teeth on tongue and not fluid backing up from the punctured lungs being cut out of him.

It doesn’t seem to be getting any easier.

The headache from the tension and sleep deprivation was beginning to get blinding, a feverish, bright pain that radiated from the base of his skull that made all his bones ache, cold and hot all at once. There are painkillers in his wrist compartment and he pops it open, stares at the little tablets for a while.

Before gently shutting it again.

Supplies were limited. There might be a more pressing time to use them later on. Besides, one of the side-effects was drowsiness and he didn’t want to-

Couldn’t go back to sleep right now.

Dragging in a slow breath of air, Nihlus tries to stretch, work out the pain. When that doesn’t ease things, he finally, slowly pushes off of the elevated slab of rock he’d been trying to keep watch from. ‘Trying to’ because he keeps slipping in and out of sleep and nightmares despite every effort to prevent them.

He makes it all the way to the base before his legs give out and then he just doesn’t have it in him to try and get back up again.

This is probably a pretty unfortunate position to be in considering the friendly, local fauna.
grandpaladin: (we are the descendents)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-06 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[The big man pauses. Looking down at the offering for a moment, before he breaks into an even broader grin. Both hands drop to the other's shoulders, gripping them for a moment.]

This is a good thing you're doing, my friend. [Because, being Reinhardt, he assumes this is not a gift for him, but for the whole crew. As many as can take them. He bows his head, though.]

Do you want to help give them out? The children first. Then any others.
patchricide: (Do I have to keyword all of them?)

[personal profile] patchricide 2016-12-06 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
... ... ...

So, when a weapon can shapeshift, it's mind-blowing innovation.

But when I can shapeshift, it's "cheating".
forgeabettertomorrow: (eyyyyyy this guuuuuy)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2016-12-06 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He snaps without looking up from his sketches.]

Now you're getting it, Princess. Way to "adapt!"