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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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efficacy: (✓ 144)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-25 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's like they just up and disappeared.

[ That's the thing that's creeping her out the most, in all of this. Wetting her lips, she glances about the room with a frown and wraps her arms around her frame, momentarily discouraged from scavenging herself. Nate does seem to be more or less in his element, which doesn't escape Pepper's notice. ]

You run into this sort of thing a lot?
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635138)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2016-12-25 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kerrigan stares at the large, armored hand. There's a brief mildly surprised look of disbelief but it passes quickly. He's heavily armored and knows her only as the strange alien woman he just met. A handshake is completely reasonable in that context.

But she still finds it strange as she takes the offered hand, carefully avoiding scraping with her long claws.
]

The circumstances could be better, but it's good to meet you too.
cadeuces: pixiv artist id @ 467661 (wired and I'm tired)

YOU'RE NOT ALONE LMFAO even tho I know better

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-25 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Our supplies will be fine; I promise. I packed near half the kitchen. If I solely had to feed and water everyone here I'd say we'd be fine for a couple of weeks, perhaps a little longer with some rationing.

[ She had spices and water and the staples like flour and sugar and rice and pasta— the eggs (or close enough like) would likely not hold long, so it was best to use them sooner rather than later.

Angela would never substitute this place as HQ, but she felt more at home here than she has anywhere in years. No matter where they ended up, at a ball on an alien planet or caught in the halls of the ship while everyone around them blips through the wrong doors and grows old, or there were those turning into other species— it shouldn't be possible, right? Yet here she was, relishing in her family and those new friends she's made here. Those she's grown attached to. Come to worry about.

The comeback gets a laugh out of her and she shakes her head fondly, teeth flashing white with her smile. ]


Fair enough, I can't argue that. [ Well, she could, certainly— coal could at least be put to use in energy manufacturing. But she won't; she respects Reinhardt too deeply and it is only a joke, after all. His grin is as leonine as ever and she'd have it no other way, hand shooing at him as if to say "hurry up and try it". ]
notglitching: (? - echoes)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-25 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yori's made efforts. The users have too. Rinzler knows the small pressure of Frisk's hand in his, the steady bracing of support: from Miller, Nihlus, Shepard... even Alan-one. He also remembers kneeling in pieces as his user's grip forced edits into dock. Turning, at the brush of an ally's hand, to feel his entire codebase seize with agonizing discharge.

Contact has never been simple. Never been welcome, and as much fear and shame and need as Clu's touch has always meant, this place has done nearly as good a job impressing the dangers. Rinzler keeps to himself, because he's meant to. Because he doesn't trust them, not at all (lie). Rinzler keeps to himself because he doesn't know how to act differently.

It's been a long time.

Violence is easier. Violence is better: than being pinned or trapped or held in place, than submitting to Clu's gloating or Clu's fury. Rinzler knows how to fight, knows how to hate, and when he'd first seen himself mirrored on the Moira, it had been so easy to lash out in answer. He's never understood why Tron wouldn't do the same. He doesn't move as his mirror shifts closer. He can feel the hum of power, [his] [not his] signature bright and clear and offering, ahead. Maybe it's a trick. A lie.

It isn't.

Slowly, Rinzler reaches out to take the offered hand. Dim red contacts Tron's blue-white lights, and he opens a connection.]
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635140)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2016-12-25 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is strange, but Kerrigan had spent the past few years traveling space inside a giant living thing and living in places where even the surface beneath her feet was alive and actively helpful. Not using her hands was the least of it. But after the way that made him shudder she was in no hurry to share.]

Right to the tricky questions, Tethras. I told you I'm the Queen of Blades. That's as much what and who I am as saying my species is Zerg. But anything that would really answer that question is a long story.

[Kerrigan scooped up her cards and surveyed them with a glance and no outward reaction to her hand. But then he smiled at her, the kind that looked real, and said she's not so bad. A pained expression crossed her face for a moment.

Sitting here and explaining cards to her was the sum of his knowledge of her and the Zerg. No one here knew anything of her past. Of the millions of lives she ended. It was unnerving and uncomfortable.
]

Being brought here against our will has us all on the same side. That's how that happens.
saveyourserpent: (smug)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-25 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. Dazzle me with your doctorate.
nightmarist: (perceptive ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-25 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ronan doesn't understand Adam's trust but he accepts it with a slight nod of his head. He presses a kiss to Adam's cheek and combs his fingers through Adam's hair one more time. Then he begins to draw back into his seat.]
inconsequence: (❤ you call your life)

TRULY WE FELL FROM HEAVEN TO ENLIGHTEN THESE MERE MORTALS. AND SO DID LUCIFER.

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-25 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chara regards the hand icily for a moment before accepting it, if with visible wariness and mild distaste. Humans require these sorts of ritualistic exchanges, much as monsters do. Unfortunate, then, that humans rely on physical contact to make such things official.

She could overpower them easily. They keep the thought at the forefront of their mind.]


Charmed.

[They don't offer their name in turn, it should be noted. People seem awfully eager to name the Fallen Child regardless.]

A vast collection of humans trapped in one contained area. Surely this can only go wonderfully.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (But I prefer a man who lives)

week 3

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-12-25 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not like J had been avoiding Shepard these past weeks. Not really. She had seen her briefly from the distance right after the crash and after that just decided not to approach her. Because why would she? Shepard had seemed to be perfectly fine, like she hadn't been shot to the guts last month, so there's no reason to worry or whatever. Besides, she had been quite busy herself -- especially thanks to one movie night that had ended up lasting over a week. So, she definitely wasn't avoiding her. Not a chance.

But without noticing it she ended up entering the same apartment that Shepard was currently raiding in the upstairs. She starts opening any cabin and closet she comes across to, leaving each one of them open behind her. Then after some time she finds a cupboard that's full of worn out and moth-eaten clothes. Absentmindedly she begins to go through them, pushing every piece of clothing back that she finds useless and somehow completely missing the very obvious white trap string that's linked in the middle of the rack from the ceiling.]
otiosity: (i glances)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-25 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some of the bravado disappeared from her face at his response. He was acting strangely and she wanted to know why. Okay, she didn't want to know why exactly. She just wanted him to stop. For things to be the same as they were even if they were in this different place.

She sniffs and reaches over to steal his handkerchief to blow her nose into. Varric is always a good source of these things. In the process she purposefully gives him a good elbow into the side.]


Maybe if you wanted to write a comedy. You know what flower pollen does to me but for you I'd suffer.
knaval: (looking deep inside)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-25 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't the one swinging it around!

[accusatory point!!!]
grammascookies: (ana2)

[personal profile] grammascookies 2016-12-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It is a pretty wide ranging area.

[His look says plenty she already knew. After all, they were on the hunt for each other for a bit. Admittedly, it got complicated but it worked out in the end.]

While I spent plenty of time in Egypt, I have covered most of the world in my long years.
knaval: (no-one to see on the quay)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry about it.

[riptide wraps his arms around sideswipe and pulls him back as he flops onto his back.]
grammascookies: (ana7)

[personal profile] grammascookies 2016-12-25 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I would rather you not, child.

[Well, age is relative, for the time being.]

A doctor, I am not, so it would be very inappropriate.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162758)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-25 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Please, I know exactly how you're feeling right now. You're not the only one with a double.

[All right, so it's not completely the same; kid Nate is still Nate, and not Natalie or something. But if Dick Hawke is going to make it a competition, fine, he'll play ball.]
iseedeadbees: (you straight trippin)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-12-25 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It's probably going to explode.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (so happy)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-25 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, really? You're a space traveler? That's rad as hell, man!

[astronaught prodigy? the cutest one.]

Where did you see it?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (Cool Pose)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-25 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[lúcio is just losing his shit and recording all this, making more frogs appear.]
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (don't worry about it pal)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-25 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You wrestle with beasties now?

[that's Kinda Hot.]
wallride: (in the groove)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-25 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah! It's real advanced sonic tech that lets me do that.

[he shifts, showing the light skates and gestures to his backpack.]

It's all in there. But don't worry, I won't ever use it on anyone other than myself without asking!
knaval: (just the shoreline)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-25 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Shut up!

[he flings it away.]

You're going to explode! You ruined it just by being near me!
knaval: (no-one waving)

week 2 for the angriest sharp dad

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-26 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Riptide is leaning over Logan by the time he wakes up. He's a 32ft tall robot, so despite crouching, he's still quite a way up in the air.

Hopefully those two yellow optics looking down isn't too alarming.

"Some planet. I'm gonna call it lamet because it's a planet and it's lame."
iseedeadbees: (oh huzzah)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-12-26 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I really don't think that's how it works.

[BUT GOOD< it was stupid ANYWAY]
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (jamming)

week 1

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-26 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
You know it, my man.

[lúcio had had no idea harry hadn't made it. asking around about that wasn't really the sort of thing he'd thought to be... smart.

he holds up his sonic amplifier in turn.]


Lemme know if you need a blast of healin' to go with that cup of liquid.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (jamming)

week 2

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-26 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[lúcio, while not a clinician, is near sombra when she asks. he approaches her, all smiles. of course.]

I'm not, technically, but I might be able to help. You alright, ma'am?