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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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curiousnotmalicious: (talking/smile)

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-12-23 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. ]

Some sort of miracle elixir? I'll stay away from it. I don't like messing with that sort of thing. Seems alright to swim in, though.

[ It occurs to her that she's let her arms slip away and she covers herself once again. ]

Remember that planet we spent a year on? I swam in a pool there that gave me complete mental clarity. It sounds like I was high, but I assure you I was completely sober.
shadowblends: (❧ unassertive)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-23 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Uhm, both? [Because an answer for both would be good.

Pause.]


And just drop it on its head? That's not the worst idea I have heard.
psychadrellic: (that's what you think)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-23 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't do it, Reinhardt; that tank doesn't stop for mountains - literal mountains - there's no way a smile, even one as brilliant as yours, can phase it!]

You have my gratitude.

[He glances over his shoulder with another brief smile, and adjusts his stride ever so slightly so that he's not walking so far ahead of the large man.]

You seem to be recovering from our latest misadventure well.

[Thane, a ship crashing and burning is not a "misadventure". When will these horribly inadequate understatements stop??]
wordstoliveby: (95)

[personal profile] wordstoliveby 2016-12-23 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sound of movement and then a voice from his blind side has Harry instinctively reaching for a concealed weapon. Then he recognizes the voice and tries to turn the motion into something less that screamed a little less of a poor adjustment to his new limitations. He turns to face Kaz with a wry expression. ]

Is there anyone else I'd be? [ But he recognizes that bit of hope in his voice and he knows Eggsy mentioned that he'd seen his body after the crash. Doubts were to be expected. ] Of course if you still aren't sure I could tell you about how our first meeting went. You made for quite and interesting date.
brokeassgoing: (lets not go there)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
No. You gotta bash its head in.
pillz: (mild)

[personal profile] pillz 2016-12-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[having the gall to actually feel annoyed about the inconvenience!! of adam not being able to operate albong by himself, kavinsky grunts. he slowly starts to move again, shuffling the bong into adam's hands. he gropes around on the covers in the wrong place twice before finding the lighter.

flik, flik. the gets the flame up, then pokes the bowl with his forefinger to reassure himself there's still something left.]


Didn't catch 'em. Said he was straight. [kavinsky's eyes are half-mast, lazy. even at his most lethargic, though, there's a twitchy excess of movement to him, a wan shifting of his boots, head twisting this way and then that to aim the lighter properly.] But Lynch was running him some of my coke, and all of a sudden-- well you know. [adam doesn't know. but kavinsky's comfortable with a degree of uncertainty.]
unaffluent: (Locomotive)

idk this benedryll tag

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-23 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam frowns because that doesn't seem quite as conclusive as what he'd told him about Andyr. And there was a lot of things that added up right when it came to that as well. This he is less sure about but he presses puts the bong to his lips and inhales as his mind is still trying to comprehend everything Kavinsky is saying.

He really shouldn't be doing drugs. He should be sober and maybe he could understand all of this but then would he really be able to think through how much it hurt? Why did it hurt so much..?

There's more coughing but not nearly as bad as the first time he'd taken a hit off the bong.]


Thanks.

[Even though he really shouldn't thank Kavinsky for anything.]

All the sudden, what? [He finally asks for clarification, feeling unsteady and he shakes his head which actually makes that feeling worse.] And you haven't said yet that you won't tell him.
psychadrellic: (i need a strong drink)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-23 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[He's quiet for a moment, reflecting on what she's just told him, before he responds.]

I don't pretend to know for certain, but given our experience on this planet thus far, I'm willing to guess that this...[He pauses while he searches for the right word, lifting one hand briefly to make a loose, encompassing gesture before settling it back against hers.]...phenomenon that we're currently experiencing is temporary. You might find it beneficial to take advantage of it while it lasts.

[He squeezes her hand again, gently.]

Or not, as you choose.

If nothing else, I am glad that my knowledge of your secret might ease your burden.
pillz: (neck)

[personal profile] pillz 2016-12-23 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
All the sudden, that much more gay. When drugs are on the table.

[kavinsky takes the bong back and casts it aside this time. he has himself decided that adam's had enough. mostly because he'd like his privacy when he does a few lines of cocaine and devises plans b through z, in the unlikely event that a falls through. it's good to be prepared. the girl scouts were onto some shit.

but that just means he can afford to give adam this one, really.]


Not gonna tell him. He's all yours, baby. Or.

[a bark of laughter. close enough.] Hey. [kavinsky blinks and throws one of his legs over the other, casually.]

What the fuck's your name, anyway?
Edited (SUDDEN NOT SUN [clutchsky]) 2016-12-23 06:25 (UTC)
warandpeace: (Noвody'ѕ ɢoɴɴα ɢeт мe oɴ αɴoтнer rαp)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-23 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He mouths "barbecue wings" to himself, like he's reliving something (one of his first low stress moments in months back then), before suddenly moving forward and grabbing Harry, grabbing him by the hand that would have been going for a weapon earlier and yanking him in. The poor man is yanked forward by a man that's more sturdy than he used to be, between having time to build up after the prosthetics.]

Harry, you asshole. You died!

[But he's alive?]

[People don't come back....?]

You son of a bitch... [His face is buried right against his shoulder.]
unaffluent: (New Rose)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-23 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't want to ask how he knows that that's how it happened or that it happened at all. Adam doesn't want to know if Kavinsky is just speculating about this one or if he'd see that too.

It doesn't matter.

Adam makes a face at at being called baby and the next the realization that Kavinsky didn't even remember his name.]


Fuck you. [He doesn't bother to give him his name as he pushes himself up off the bed, stumbling and it takes him a moment to catch his balance.] Not like you'll remember it this time either.

[And with that he's making a hasty if not clumsy exit before he has to deal with Kavinsky saying anything else that's either stupid or shattering to his world.]
redshitlord: (darlin you're still divine)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-23 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
... I'm really glad you do, man.

[He's not sure what else to say there, though. Because, thinking about it? There's a lot he might not have been able to do without knowing someone cared like this.]
redshitlord: (no more for sure)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-23 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[That large metallic face is eagerly holding out his hand to the dog like he's seen people do on TV. Grinning. Occasionally wiggling his fingers. Come here puppy. Good doggie...]

You are so not Lassie, dude. But that's cool! You're like. Super Lassie.

[Oh right, there's a human talking to him. He blinks, and then actually makes eye contact with Hawke, still grinning.]

Huh? Oh, nah, not whatever that is. I'm way cooler. I'm Sideswipe!
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10002113)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-23 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
I'm no stranger to bad adventures. And really, they aren't all bad.

[ They have their perks. ]

Friends, family, knowing that they're safe— it is.

[ Elena pauses as she helps one of the children with unwrapping their candy. ]

Speaking of friends and family, did any end up following you here?
shiro2hero: (how to look leader like step 1)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-23 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
If it's a robot lion, don't worry. I can handle it.

[This is. unlikely. But it's also partly a joke. Please laugh, Luci-bro.]
goodluckkobra: (In the dress your husband hates)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Nickname. Like sweetcheeks or babe or crash queen.

[ Why do the people here have to talk so funny sometimes? ]

Tallywacker? Seriously?
goodluckkobra: (won't stop lying)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-23 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"His eyebrows, but they mostly grew back." He laughs and leans his head back to get a better look at her. "Not real important, anyway. Just need a good pen to draw 'em on."

He wiggles his up and down at her to emphasize how completely unimportant they are and then reaches behind himself to pull her closer.
brokeassgoing: (the actual good face)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-23 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Crash queen? I've heard that kid say that.

[considering]

I'm sayin' this is some lame ass lovenote by a lady. You gotta think like one.
shiro2hero: (why is it on the CEILING)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-23 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, Fate, you're scrawny and this guy is made of muscle. Probably the reason he hasn't taken to putting the weight of the metal arm into a sling. He'll just tough it out like everyone else.]

[The comment makes him blink.]


Did I pick you up too fast? Sorry.

[Yes he's taking that swooning thing as a headrush or something.]
tearsinajar: supersuits / ij (pic#10733608)

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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-23 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's always been something morbidly fascinating to Elena about anything that has history attached to it. Bonus points if things were abandoned or ancient; like stepping into a goldmine. She hadn't meant to follow Pepper, she was only several paces behind, alone with a gun tucked in the back of her pants and her pacdisk. Some alone time from the kids and Nate and the chaos of the medtent was needed, plus that urge to take a walk and explore, get a feel for the area near the camp the group had put together. ]

—sorry. [ She's paused just inside the doorway, looking across to the other woman. A quick gesture. ] The door was open, guess I should've knocked.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

[ Have they met? Nah. But why did she seem familiar? Maybe it had to do with the group, maybe Elena had seen her in passing. ]
shadowblends: (❧ apologetic)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-23 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He continues running along the path, hoping that maybe - just maybe, he'll get lucky and the monster will fall into a hole or something before it can catch him. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like that is going to happen and if he keeps this up, he's going to run out of energy and either end up a meal or stuck in a hole in the wall somewhere with a creature trying to claw its way to him.

Then, there's a voice, shouting for him to get down and he doesn't hesitate to lunge forward on all fours, spin himself around and crouch low to the ground, broad golden eyes watching someone come to his rescue by leaping through the air to tackle the monster to the ground. He crouches there in astonishment, panting heavily as he stares at the way the man makes quick work of the faceless thing, sending its head rolling across the floor of the cave. The severed head tumbles past him and Kurt shifts his hands on the ground to drop his face into his palms, tiny body quivering with fear.

This time, Logan addresses him and he hesitantly lifts his head from his hands, looking up at him just in time to see those claws disappear into his hands. ... a mutant? Perhaps, although he's too frightened to ask any sort of question right this second.]


... ja, I-I'm okay.

[Drawing himself up from the ground, he gets to his feet and flicks the spade of his tail over his shoulder, bewilderment flooding his features when the taller of them speaks his name.]

You ... you know me?

[He takes a few, deliberate steps toward Logan, squinting against the darkness of the cave and once he can make out his features ... The man from the facility! With a yelp, he stumbles backward, landing flat on his rear, hands moving to push him further back.

Wait. What was he afraid of? The man had saved him, decapitated the abomination that had been trying to eat him, spoke as if they knew each other ... With an almost indignant huff, Kurt stumbles back to his feet, puffing up as much as a child his size can and narrowing his eyes.

Yes, this is his attempt to look intimidating. Is it working?]
Who are you and how do you know my name?
shiro2hero: (im so proud of u nerd)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-23 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Then let's go get you some food.
fight4theusers: ([1982] relaxing)

[personal profile] fight4theusers 2016-12-23 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron shakes his head, his gaze still on the Bit, though distant in memory.] No, I never had one. They weren't terribly useful for security monitors, more for data scouts. Some programs liked to keep them for... well, minor companionship, I suppose you'd say. They can be fun to have around.

[The Bit responds with a cheerful-sounding "Yes!" before hovering over Alan's shoulder.] Flynn told me about finding one, when he was in the old system. Apparently they like Users too.
shadowblends: (❧ preoccupied)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-23 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so, drop the rock on it multiple times?
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10588279)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-23 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe we're not looking hard enough. Can't always expect those planet perks to fall on our lap.

[ She fixes the strap of her sling over her shoulder as they go, a smile twitching on her lips as she gives her old friend a look. The makeshift cast around her upper arm is annoying, itchy underneath where she can't reach. Rubbing at it is out of the question, unfortunately. ]

As for your rating— [ Over to Nate now. ] —that depends. What were clowns again? A four? Two?