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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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week 2 ingress YEAHHH

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-26 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Woah, hey, woah!

[lúcio tries to be around when it becomes apparent that new arrivals are coming through, and he spots tracer calling out and wincing with her steps.

boy scout he is, he's over to her side pretty quick.]


Take it easy, ma'am. That looks painful.
goodluckkobra: (In a solitary style)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-26 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Don't gotta tell me twice. Lost a lot of people when I was a kid.

[ The reality is that everyone loses people in war, but he'd been pretty young and some of those losses still sting a decade later. ]

Sounds like you've seen some shit, too.
goodluckkobra: (A stain that never comes off the sheets)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Got bad news for you: she knows. She always knows.

[ He smiles fondly, because she really is a smart kid and he can't help being proud of that. She's already better socialized than Party is. ]
brokeassgoing: (cutiest pie)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Alright fine, yeah, I saved our asses.
tearsinajar: supersuits / ij (pic#10733608)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
No, I don't assume anything. Assuming gets you nowhere.

[ Hunches are a completely different scenario and only in the case of research and chasing stories. ]
brokeassgoing: (the actual good face)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Here--

[he removes from his pocket
a slip of paper that says
'I can do what I want']
brokeassgoing: (Default)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[hes drowning in frogs
rest in piss]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (I'll never fall again)

week 4

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-12-26 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, it just happens that the person Hawke's offering the drink is the one who still has several jars and bottles full of space moonshine packed away in her PackDisc. And while she has mostly grown bored to the taste of it during this camping trip (especially on first weeks), she still keeps spiking some of the drinks they pass on in this party.]

What? They run out of eggnog? [She asks, joking mostly. She really has no idea what the Hanged Man is supposed to be.]
brokeassgoing: (wanna run that by me again)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Not about this-- she better not.

[a snide look]
alterplex: (63.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He watches. Hums under his breath— a low hm. ]

So you two played a lot of hide-and-seek.

[ Note to self: 'both of them are travelers over wide spans, but they kept in touch'. That's significant— Venom can think of a few relationships that have followed that pattern, and none of them have been strictly casual.

Y'all keep confirming what he's already suspicious of, but he's actually kind of enjoying watching these two being not subtle at all, so he's. Just going to try not to rib them too much.
]
Edited 2016-12-26 02:16 (UTC)
tearmeanewone: (129)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-26 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, he's got her there. Elizabeth has lost people on the Moira, true, but even she wouldn't consider them and Booker to be 'a lot'. Important and dear, but maybe the number mattered. It still feels like there will always be a hole in her heart.]

[Which could probably be defined as 'some shit', to start.]

[She's quiet for a moment, wondering if this is a suggestion that she elaborate, but they could be there for days. And some things she doesn't want to share, things related to her abilities that could prompt some uncomfortable questions from the more volatile people in the crew. Maybe Kobra included.]


I was kidnapped when I was a baby, and raised in isolation on a flying city by a man who wanted me to carry on a crusade I wouldn't ever believe in. I escaped, eventually, with the help of a man who became my only friend. And, in the end, he had to go back to his family-- and I couldn't follow.

I lost my only friend. And then I came here, fell in love, and I lost him too. [She flips back in her sketchbook until she finds a page where she'd drawn Ivan. He's reading his book of cat memes.] I feel like I'm always going to be alone. Some people are probably meant to be like that, but I'd hoped it wouldn't be me anymore.
alterplex: (77.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-26 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'The way I know I have to be'. Those are heavy words coming from a young child, and it makes Venom think of callused, bloody hands of child soldiers offering him diamonds as a way to barter for their lives.

He knows that choices are luxuries, and that resignation is a survival tactic. He doesn't spare Carl the sentiment of pity because it would be a disservice to his resolve— instead, he presses into the woods and crouches by indented underbrush. Runs his gloved hand over a thin line in the soil.
]

Then you won't have a hard time adjusting to this.

[ A statement of confidence, delivered with quiet acknowledgment. Poor thing is not a point of view he'll be impressing on Carl anytime soon. ]

The people around you right now, they're your allies. [ None of them are out to eat any of them, thank god. ] Utilize their assets. Learn where you can.
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-26 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Always.

[ His laughter draws the children's attention to him; he could play the part of Santa well. ]

Overwatch? Oh, is that a...club?
shadowblends: lookit this freaking dweeb (❧ playful)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-26 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
I would offer something in congratulation, but I have nothing, at the moment.
warandpeace: (Blood red ɴαιlѕ oɴ yoυr ғιɴɢerтιpѕ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-26 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
That she is both. [He's always glad to give a good soldier their credit. Kaz is a critical and tough judge, but he'll always commend someone that's good at what they do. But Kaz is a little short on good friends anymore, both by his own design and Ingress misfortune. He may have achieved a somewhat lighter attitude in the absence of his enemies, but she's one of the few people to make a distinctly positive impression.]

From what I know, you're from a little in the future. Are there better international laws to protect children in combat zones than existed in the 1980s?

[Yes, he's going to attempt to talk wartime policy with muscle-bound Santa.]
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A - rolls in for them huntin good times

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-26 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't the first time she's seen Adrien drag back one of the bags of raw venison, but this time she'll try to catch him before he gets the chance to disappear again. A gentle enough approach, the thermal mug of coffee never leaving her hands for long as she finds her way to his side and offers a little smile. ]

Adrien. You've been busy again, I see. Did you have any plans for this batch? I could cure and smoke most of it, if you'd like, for a longer keep.

[ The last time had been ponderously meted out by whoever had found it and cooked over a fire for lack of many other ideas, she'd noticed, but she's grown used to this sort of work. Years in the middle east would do that to a girl not entirely trusting funds from the UN to keep war relief efforts afloat.

Perhaps she can convince him to keep her a bit of company at least through the setup. ]
tearmeanewone: (174)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-26 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes just the idea is enough to convince someone. [In the case of most Columbians who could be counted on to form opinions by suggestion.] You asked me how I was doing, 'since last time...' That tells me I said more than I usually do to someone who would actually remember.
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-26 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
I asked you 'since last time' because, as you can see for yourself, a lot has happened. The ship being overrun by monsters, the crash, getting settled...

[ She holds her cup in her hands and turns her attention to the fire. God, so much has happened that it's a miracle they're still all here. ]
brokeassgoing: (degeg)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's alright, a harrah will do or something.
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week two ) ♫ I'll be the lighthouse u need ♪

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-26 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The good news is Angela doesn't require many hours at night to be a functioning adult, but it also means she wakes well before sunrise and is up late into the night— especially when times are rough and she expects to have much to do. It's an old, hard-coded line of her programming that will never change, and it surfaces on instinct. Survival situations, the nights leading up to expected contact with local militias, the wind-down from hectic spans of time where she knows everyone else will be exhausted and she does as much as she can.

She would have invited Ginko close to her campsite shared with others for the safety of it, though whether or not he's taken her up on the offer depends on how far she has to walk to find him. But when she does, it's with coffee in hand and her pacdisc already out to get a loaf of bread and jam to share. He's jumpy even before she's quite approached in full, but she tries to soften her greeting and ensures her steps are a little louder.

"Ginko. You're up late; may I interest you in a bit of company?"

She says, like she isn't already helping herself to a seat beside him. Girl. Why even ask??? Geez.
tearmeanewone: (127)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-26 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth accepts the answer, but it's probably clear from her face that she's not buying it. She knows how this goes-- or at least she thinks she knows.]

I've been at the end of my rope for a while. Losing the Moira only made it worse, if I'm going to keep on being honest.
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[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-26 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile dims. Lena lowers her voice so as not to be overheard. ]

About that... [ She taps her accelerator. ] 'fraid I won't be popping about for a bit.
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[personal profile] a_perfect_end 2016-12-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
They've known each other far too long for a little unbreakable black glass to hold back an irritated sulk of that magnitude. Still, he is not about to fault confirmation of the status quo. Not when they have so far to drag it, to get from here to there.

...And where, exactly, is here?

Swallowing bitterness is so far past habit that it doesn't even register. His feelings are expendable: that constant has driven the mainstay of his hardest equations, in all their worst terms, ever since he first turned on his heel and beheld flowers in the wasteland.

What he wants doesn't matter--only what's possible matters. Potential drives perfection. Only solutions.

The sudden tension that ripples through Rinzler's frame is--indeterminate; uncertain, but not indicative of active threat.

...Okay. That'll work.

"Oh, yes." With a sunny little nod that touches off something queasy, like a twinge of brownout. "There are factors ahead that must be weighed very carefully."

Tilt? The slow slope like a question mark, the one that followed those decisions of his that created the need for a pause, and a careful one.

So very correct.

It pulls a sigh out from somewhere far down the stack.

"I'm not doing all this by myself. Not again."
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[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-26 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
She's obnoxiously good 'bout this stuff. Sorry.

[ Because he is totally taking some partial credit for that, thanks. ]
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[personal profile] hawkethat 2016-12-26 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyebrow somehow manages to climb even higher on his forehead at that statement. He just came out here to have a good time and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now.]

Okay, so, with that on the table, you're using a perfect opportunity for commiseration to harangue me instead?

Are you sure you're friends with the other me? Because I'm having a bit of a difficult time believing it, now.