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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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notglitching: (red - above)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not the first time he's seen this opponent flinch when he moves. Still, it's satisfying. Almost enough to buffer the flare of anger as the rest of those nonverbals parse. Does the user really think he'd be so weak as to let someone take his disks again?

(If he'd asked just weeks before the crash, he wouldn't have been wrong.)

Not now. Not anymore. There's a shift of posture, shoulders drawing in with a seething, irritated twitch. Maybe he's lost something. Maybe not. He doesn't owe his enemy those answers. Why would Rinzler be stupid enough to reveal a vulnerability if it were there?

A lot of people.

The program's stare comes up, fixing on Peter for a long moment before he jerks his helmet forward and tilts it to the side. If the user wants answers, he's going first.

What did he lose?]
nightmarist: (sage ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-24 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The hollowed-out part of Ronan - the part where the demon normally resides - tells him that he needs to die. He shakes his head, banishing the thought. That's not a solution. That's an illness.]

Time. It's going to take time.
unaffluent: (Raw Power)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-24 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, one that seems caught between frustration and god knows what else. He's muted his feelings even to himself, really, especially when it comes to being near Ronan. He couldn't put anything else on Ronan when he was already dealing with more than enough.]

What should I do? What do you want from me?

[It all feels so out of balance.]
jedimindtrick: robins @ ij (☆ 3)

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-12-24 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
People have died.

[ And yet, here they are at the cusp of this party living with this very fact. People have been killed and brought back, and still there is no completely robbing the spirits of the remaining crew of the now-defunct Moira. ]

Again, I ask: what's the alternative? We turn our back? I know that isn't what you mean.

[ But he is certain that it's tempting. Being as tired as they are, as overdrawn as they are, that severance from responsibility is almost tantalizing. ]

But if you're tired, Anakin, it isn't a crime to rest.
beautifulspaceraptor: (...)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-12-24 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aware and capable of understanding speech, then.

Rinzler wouldn't have attacked someone unless sufficiently motivated, but- what in the deeps had they killed? Who had they killed? Nihlus clamps his mandibles against his jaw and exhales quietly, trying to sort through his numb and tired thoughts before just- shoving them aside.

Not the priority right now. ]


Do you need help?

[ It's pretty clear that the person does, otherwise he suspects he'd have had a face-ful of needle by now. Better to establish what kind of boundaries there were early on than to over-step.

There's a low-hanging sense of deja-vu that he carefully ignores. ]
democratically: (night gown)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-24 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
There is a slight twitch of her lips. Truthfully, as much as she doesn't mind space travel, she does prefer being planet side in the long run. This was just not what she would have had in mind, although she acknowledges that Naboo and Coruscant are beyond her reach. "Yes. This place does tend to have a knack of giving us what we might desire, but not in the manner we might think it to come in."
democratically: (something wonderful)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-24 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[It does hit a little close to home, although he likely would not understand why.]

It... sounds a bit like something you would wear around your head.
democratically: (night gown)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-24 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[It is a cursory inspection, although there is not much to see. The bed provides little, and even gingerly lifting the mattress shows nothing of note. Some kindling, if they need it. The door on the dresser is half open, and as she peeks in, there is nothing of note but for some stray scraps of paper and what might once have been an article of clothing.

Still, she looks, although there isn't too much to look for, and she's not exactly the type to go kicking in walls on a good day anyway.]


I fear anything in here would be better used for fire wood, if it came to it.
shadowblends: (❧ glare)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-24 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he is so close to yelling right back, but he bites his tongue - figuratively and literally.

He does mutter under his breath after moving to follow after him again, though.]
brokeassgoing: (bye felicia)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-24 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[he senses the Bullshit Muttered but doesn't bother to spare Kurt a glare even, too focused on getting the fuck out of here. Shouldn't be too far at least]
democratically: (what is it)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-24 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? I thought I was the one to marry you.

[She can keep that banter small, a lightness to her voice at the situation as her fingers tighten ever so against him. She has already lost him once, and she will not lose him again. No. Not here. Not ever.]

I suppose you'll have the distinct pleasure of learning like us normal people then, although you are already putting one foot in front of the other.

[Which is good. Otherwise, the journey might have taken far, far longer.]

Ahead. See? We can rest there.

[A small spot to sit, and while it might not have creature comforts, it is still better than nothing.]
brokeassgoing: (snooty)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-24 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[he's contemplated kicking in walls but
that takes a lot of effort. he'll start with loose floorboards anyhow.

and even those bring about nothing but dust.]


Yeah no kidding. Can't even find any secret diaries.
gainedlove: (* Agree)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-24 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[They stiffen slightly, but only for a moment before they force themself to relax again. Don't be weird, Frisk, you're the only one that's any danger down here. ...in here? Right, this isn't...it's not home.]

[Come on, you're better than this, aren't you?]

I...um, yeah. A few times. Who should start?
saveyourserpent: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-24 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Consider yourself some sort of expert, do you?
grandpaladin: (let me bust the funky lyrics)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-24 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Bah! I have to do that anyway."

He's serious about that one. Even on the Moira, which housed giant omnics, not all doors were big enough to let him pass freely. He winks to her, before things turn more serious.

"Of course! We can always help. And! Angela is here. She can do it, if no one else."
shadowblends: (❧ helping)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-24 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt has to stop himself from audibly sighing out of relief when Peter seems to accept the answer. Yes, Charles had told him about Peter being here, but technically, he knew him from further along in the timeline and he didn't want to mess anything up with that.

"Mm-hmm," he responds, nodding his head and shifting to crouch, hands settling between his feet. "He is one of my teachers." As the larger mutant tries to sit up, he shifts to quickly stand behind him, tiny hands pressing against his shoulder blades and pushing with all his might to help him.

When he figures that Peter can hold himself steady for the moment, he moves back around to face him, shaking his arms to flop the sleeves of his coat (which is more like an oversized robe, given his current size) off his hands. Were his strange hands and feet, claws, fangs, and tail not enough to prove he was a mutant?

He reaches into the pocket of his jacket to remove his own small canteen of water, wrinkling his nose at the thought of the exhaustion he will be suffering later, but he takes a long drink anyway. The usual spark returns to his eyes, making him wince as his vision readjusts to the enhanced sense he's grown up with.

Then, he gets back to his feet, steps away a few paces and disappears with that tell-tale BAMF'ing noise, the only thing left behind being the lingering haze of midnight-colored smoke. He's only gone for a few seconds and when he reappears, it's in front of Peter once more, his head shaking to clear the disorientation, considering he hasn't done that in a long while. "Is that proof enough?"
nightmarist: (disappointed ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-24 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan's eyes sharpen at the question, shifting instantly to disbelief. What does he want from Adam? He has no right to ask for anything. That wasn't the point of his confession.]

Jesus fucking...

[He unclenches his hand, reaching out to touch Adam's arm.]

I don't -

[No, that's a lie. He takes a breath and tries again.]

I just want to be with you.
brokeassgoing: (why yes i can be victorious)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-24 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
I do, matter of fact.
unaffluent: (Hair of the Dog)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-24 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam for a moment didn't feel confident in how Ronan would reply, in what he would want. He didn't know really how to take in all that was going on either. He still kept a good deal of what he felt locked away tight because it was better, safer that way for everyone.

He loves Ronan too much to do anything less.]


I want to be with you too. I love you.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162784)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-24 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[continued!]

Victor Sullivan. I'm not bumping anything off Sully, but yeah, we still work together. He's here too, by the way.

[Something about the way Rafe refers to him doesn't sit right with Nate, puts him on edge. He tells himself it's just that Rafe doesn't know them well and he's still sensitive about Sully after Iram.

Or maybe Rafe is just a douchebag. Could go either way.]


You'll get a room when we get where you're going, I assume. Or maybe it'll be more tents. But you missed dorm life aboard the ship.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162737)

week 3

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-24 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
There are a lot of reasons people might flee. Natural disaster, illness, attack from a rival group. Usually there's some kind of evidence which it is, though. I don't love that there's not much here.

[Nate is crouched on the floor, examining some of the things left scattered there. He's completely comfortable poking around in the dwellings, but that comes from being a professional thief who's also poked around plenty of abandoned locales before. Which is not to say that he's comfortable, period, because not much about their situation is.]
sketchycharacter: (now wait a guldarn minute)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-24 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[continued!]

Stop that. No. You're not allowed to be jealous when it involves her—the other you—

Look just don't, all right? [He mutters] Shit, this is creepy.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10737957)

crate poking extravaganza

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-24 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Nate's been doing his own recon of sorts, and he's not particularly surprised when he spots Shepard hard at work in one of the abandoned dwellings. For god knows what reason he's in a relatively better mood this afternoon, so he strolls up behind her with a wry smile.]

Gee, Shep, you're awfully comfortable rifling through other people's stuff. It almost makes you look like a thief.

[He'd certainly know.]
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162748)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-24 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[spinning off from the tdm let's saaaaaay here?]

[Nate just lets out a small snort. Yeah, there's plenty they don't have, but Varric probably doesn't want to hear his complaints.

Man. The book really is accurate? He's going to have to confer with Tony later. This could change everything.]


She remembers some of it, probably? I'm not sure at what point in your book she gets space kidnapped—you left that part out.

[Not that it's his fault, since the Ingress apparently pulls people through seamlessly.]

Not all of it, though. That's why she entrusted me with one of the copies she got. But now that you're here, it might be better if she tells you what she wants to know, and you tell her or don't. You've certainly got more context to what you wrote than I do.
shadowblends: (❧ retaliate)

god. dang it. bye. felicia. /clutches forehead

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-24 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[If he wasn't so irritated, he might have stopped and gotten some of the water to teleport them out, but ...

No. Badou is being a jerk, dang it. They can walk.]