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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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buyeverything: (dont expect proper keywords)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2016-12-26 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh he hit a sore spot did he? Good. The corner of Rafe's lips turn up as Nate corrects him, amused by it.]

Wonderful, I was looking forward to a spontaneous camping trip on an alien planet. With Victor, you and your lovely wife.

[And whatever shit eating grin that may have creeped onto his face fades and he seems to get a bit more serious, glancing to the side as if expecting someone else to come up.]

Anyone else I should be looking forward to?

[Like. Oh I don't know. Samuel Drake.]
democratically: (night gown)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
No. [It is drawn softly out as she shakes her head. Nothing. Nothing at all.] Truth be told, I was still trying to piece together everything that had happened prior to my arrival.
saveyourserpent: (ahaha)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The fact that he had this thing ready is, admittedly, very impressive. Who even plans for such a situation?

This guy, apparently.]


Very official looking.
buyeverything: (blah blah made by me blah)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2016-12-26 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Rafe is happy to have the net stop spinning, because if she does it again he may just throw up. If he's lucky it'll get on her, which would serve her right.

"I don't have anything to give you, jokes on you." Being new and all, he's not got much of anything and whatever he may have found in other houses before he ended up in his predicament couldn't have been much yet.
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-26 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ OF COURSE HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO FORGETFUL. Poor fucking Shiro... Save Him. ]

It's still my preference, as well. Honest.

[ Admitted with the fondest, warmest tone imaginable, and his fingers close about her mug and she lets go the moment he has a good grip on it, shifting just close enough for her arm to brush against his. He's tall enough that her shoulder barely reaches the flesh and blood above his biotic, but it's close. She still manages. It may be in the smallest of ways, but she asserts her presence at the side of anyone who may need it. That little human touch of another living, breathing warm body to know you're not alone. ]

I could show you some basics. Or perhaps field dressing if you ever wanted to take to hunting. It's a good skill to have and you wouldn't necessarily have to be the one to cook the catch. Or some TCCC— combat first aid. It's a little more involved.

[ It would be a start, at least, and see which aspects he enjoyed or dislikes to tailor him in other directions. ]

We have plenty of time here, now, after all. A man I've met convinced me that I'd be able to have a pet of my own here, even, and he certainly wasn't wrong. You know, ever since I was a little girl we've never had pets— even before my parents passed away. They were both doctors and we were always moving, or one or the other would be gone. Then when I was older and alone, I buried my nose in my studies. I was never home either. Then I was out of school and moving country to country with Overwatch, and beyond that still with my war relief— it's just never been in the cards. Then one conversation with a patient and I'm sold.

You may be surprised what you can get into. For as many strange things that may go on, there is an opportunity in every face you see to learn something new. Skills, talents, trades.

[ But she's planted the seed and what he chooses to do with it is up to him. Instead: ] If I may be terribly rude, then, may I ask why you're here on the fringes of the gathering instead of with your friends?

[ It is about as direct a request for "Now tell me if you're really all right" as he'll get out of her, because her earlier request had not been terribly convincing. ]
desynched: (27)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-26 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's right-- they are. The biggest one is 'how'. The most painful one is 'why.' Her expression doesn't (can't) change, but her eyes say it all in the way they take in her face. Lena looks at every feature, every similarity and every change. Especially the eye patch.

It's her. There's no other way. An imposter would follow Captain Amari's appearance closely-- so closely that it'd raise suspicion. No, this is Ana. She's sure of it. ]
brokeassgoing: (i wonder)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Damn.....that sucks. Guess its back to the drawing board of gossip for me.

[said with a definite sigh as he kicks some dirt with the toe of his shoe]
notglitching: (red - look back)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Pause is accurate. The tip of the mask is small and cautious, limited and bland—not a sign of doubt (or question) so much as a delay. Waiting for clarification. Waiting for Clu: to explain, to command, to edit his parameters. It's exactly what Rinzler's meant to do—exactly what he's failed at so often in this place.

It's wrong.

Rinzler can feel the pressure of evaluation. Rinzler can hear the soft, short sigh the verdict draws. Not enough. Not right. Not what Clu was looking for. What is, then? The enforcer knows how faulty his behavior's been—how many actions have strayed unacceptably past bounds. He'd ruined himself with his own disobedience, and if his admin hadn't put him back together, Rinzler would be lucky to derezz.

Clu hadn't put all of him back, though. Not the way he used to be.

Sound rattles louder by increments. Not by himself. Not again. Rinzler knows again better than anything, knows what it means to loop through the same patterns for hundreds of cycles on end. He remembers more of it than he thinks he ever has before.

The tension has sharpened, close and stiff through every line of the enforcer's frame. The black mask dips, falters—comes back up with a sharp shift, a forward lean. Fingers curl at his sides, and if the posture isn't quite aggressive, the demand it broadcasts is still several values distant from correct.

What does that mean?
desynched: (21)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Lena can't move or even speak, but she can move her eyes. She looks at Madison, trying to hold her gaze before her eyes flicker to another nearby trap. She can't outright warn her, but at least Lena can give it her best shot.
brokeassgoing: (well go on)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
You know I couldn't just drag a laminating thing outta my ass or anything.

[and back it returns]
desynched: (19)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-26 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lena hears a voice, both familiar and not, and turns her head. There's a rigidity to her body that suggests that she's ready to fight in an instant, but she relaxes. It's Lúcio? As in the Lúcio? She had been expecting Reaper or Widowmaker or (hopefully) Winston. How on Earth did he get here?

Now that she knows someone's watching, Lena tries to stand up straighter and look more at ease and less weak than she feels right now. ]


"Ma'am"? Do I really look that old?

[ Yeah that's what she's going with. A little banter to put up a veneer of confidence she doesn't feel. ]
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[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-26 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
You've suffered enough.

[But enough of that. He glanced at the Champion, lowering his brows in a faux glower. He eyed the handkerchief, curling his lip in disgust, before his mirth got the best of him. With an amused snort, he snatched the tainted cloth away and tossed it to the side.]

[This was easy, focus on the same, familiar shit. He repeated the same thing he had told himself before -- it didn't matter what happened. Hawke was there now.]

[A hand reached up, ruffling her hair once more. He did what he could to keep from sighing at the feeling of her hair between his fingers.]


No flowers. Maybe the nudity though.
desynched: (09)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-26 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lena knows that look on Angela's face-- she's seen it a million times after a particularly difficult mission. She must look pretty rough if Angela is looking at her like that. But Lena is all smiles, in spite of the pain. She knows how they got here in theory. But it still boggles the mind a little. Still, Angela seems fine and that's what matters to her.

Lena doesn't even hesitate to accept the hug. It feels like a little piece of her heart has slid back into place. She'd stopped mourning Overwatch a long time ago, but she never quite stopped missing her friends. ]


I missed you so much. [ Angela might be able to feel Lena's smile against her shoulder. ] Bit of an incident with the Ingress, I think. They looked in bad shape. Looks worse than it feels.

[ No it doesn't. ]
alterplex: (14.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-26 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is what gets Venom to quirk his lips up just a fraction. ]

Sorry. Haven't watched a movie in over a decade.

[ incidentally, this is not a lie. ]
psychadrellic: calibrations (can it wait i'm in the middle of some)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-26 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Coffee is an acceptable substitute.

[His tone is serious but there's a curve to his lips that an observant person would no doubt see. Coffee and tea are both acquired tastes, and he's had more time to acquire the taste for tea, but he's not opposed to cultivating an appreciation for coffee, too.]

I'm well, all things considered. And very glad that this didn't happen while I was still hospitalized.

[As always, her gentle nature and warm bedside manner are spotless, and he has no qualms about accepting her hospitality and allowing her to guide him to a seat, which he politely takes at her request.]

I've heard that the Earth has quite a few spectacular deserts. It had been my hope to visit one, some day. And somehow I have no trouble picturing you in the midst of one - it seems like it would suit you.
psychadrellic: (that's enough idiocy for one day)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-26 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Reinhardt, no...]

...Somehow I have no difficulty believing that. Were you injured badly?
brokeassgoing: (SOS)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-26 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
You're breaking your own balls, dude.
redshitlord: (but you --)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-26 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, totally. He'd have been toast like seven hundred times without the dog!

[He grins, laughing at the end of his explanation. Because really, what else can you do when you're talking to random humans about TV shows?]

[He beams at the 'fancy' comment, like it's some kind of great, amazing comment and of course he's fancy. He's great! Kind of.]


Dude did you just break?

And what's a golem?
redshitlord: (Wrapped her arms around me)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-26 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He will worry about it, a little. But this flopping thing is nice. He'd sprawl out, but it feels better to curl up small under Riptide's chin.]

Sure thing.
redshitlord: (I'M SO DAMN HOT)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-26 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yep!

Just did it!
shiro2hero: (AM I PALADIN OR AM I EVIL)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-26 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, all things considered, I'll have to agree with you.

[Because then she'll be dead. Like Lucio's friends.]

Hm? [He glances over at her, stalling a little, while he debates how to answer this.] ... No. Haven't in a while.

Nothing new.
shiro2hero: (oops accidentally charming)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-26 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
No. Just fly them.

[Restrain yourself, frog!]
alterplex: (65.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-26 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'll take recommendations.

[ He can say this because he doesn't remember a certain film enthusiast who would ply a certain someone with movie trivia during a very important mission: unnecessary food for thought.

At any rate, he's. Amenable. Maybe.
]
shadowblends: (❧ apprehensive)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-26 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[A frown comes across his face as he slinks over and flops down next to the redhead, crossing his legs and dropping his elbows onto his knees.]

Don't be so pessimistic.
shadowblends: lookit this freaking dweeb (❧ playful)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-26 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[For someone like Lena to not be even the least bit worried, it's a whole new feeling for him, especially since she appears to be (from what he can tell) human; Kurt knows better than to judge a book by its cover, but when people look normal, he feels safe enough in assuming that they are. It's something he's struggling with, but at least he won't outright ask if she is 'ordinary' or not.

With each step of the dance, the motions begin to flow better, his body moving more gracefully as the memories of when his adoptive mother had taught him to dance start coming back.]


That's ... well, that's a rather optimistic way to look at it!

[Part of him wishes he were his regular height, so they could do this easier, but for now, he will just have to find a way to make it work. He shrugs his shoulders, tightens his grip on her hands and starts to spin them around, laughing all the while.]