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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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wallride: art by <user name=thebutt> (you're kidding)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-27 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[lúcio jerks slightly as he's suddenly grabbed.]

W--who?? Let me go!
inconsequence: (❤ you shove some vibrating bullshit)

yea but it's burning down any second

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The meaty crunch of muscle and bone, and the satisfying give of flesh beneath their fingers. It's...hah. How strange and real it feels. How utterly unlike the deaths of monsters, dissolving into dust beneath someone else's gloved fingers or the tap of a Ballet Shoe.

Frisk clings to them. Chara twists away, out of their grip. Standing, backing away.

"Do not touch me," they repeat, hissing the words out defiantly. The words fall upon deaf ears, or the ears of someone who's simply unwilling to listen.

And it's...hah. What? Is Frisk surprised? Did they expect Chara to behave nicely, sweetly? Is this truly what they wanted? Calling the demon to their aid, and expecting them to simply acquiesce to their every desire?

Their eyes flick along the edges of the cave, finally dulling down from their initial ferocious, vengeful spark. The injuries on their arms and face ache, but they've HP to spare. It's adequate.

They stoop to retrieve the disk from where it clattered to land in one of the cave's corners.

Wordlessly, they hold it out to Frisk.

They still don't look at them.
alan_1: (seriously dude?)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-12-27 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Under different circumstances, Alan might have taken those signs of agitation as a signal to back off, to ask less of the program. But the stakes are too high for him to let this lie. He can’t let Rinzler go back to the Grid -- not when he knows what will happen to him there if he does.]

You acted outside of your function for months before Clu came through the Ingress. [The statement is blunt, almost challenging. It wasn’t as if Rinzler had fallen catatonic without Clu on the ship; he had pursued his own goals, made his own decisions. Even when those decisions were ones Alan couldn’t possibly approve of, they’d still been Rinzler’s own. When the very idea of programs as people had been something still new and foreign to Alan, that was what he had found so incredible -- that a program like Rinzler could evolve past his code.]

And when he did come through, you did everything you could to protect yourself from him. You chose to. I know you can make that choice again. [He has to. There can't be any room for the alternative.]
buyeverything: (i have someone on the other line)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2016-12-27 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that sucks.

[Not 'oh I'm sorry to hear that', but 'well that sucks'. What a guy.]

But I agree, at least we're alive, Nathan.

[It's hard to hide the bitterness laced in those words, but he manages. For now.]
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> IS CREDIT TO TEAM (easy)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-27 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Good stuff! That's a start!

[he unhooks his sonic amplifier, putting it on a nearby table.]

And you know what? I can tell you ain't been sleeping, so I'm gonna switch this to give you more energy and take those aches away.
soldiergenes: (and i don't wanna be a proud man)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-12-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Snake didn't recall Niko saying much about the size of the operation. In fact, he'd assumed it was just the one ship, but Adrien made it sound like it was an entire fleet, and if all of them were focused on destroying planets and wiping out entire civilizations, that was a horrifying reality. It was a shock they hadn't run into some branch of the CDC during their travels on the Moira, but that gave him an even greater idea of just how enormous the universe was.

He crossed his arms as Adrien approached him and explained the odds he was up against. The fact that he wanted to fight back even with all of that in mind, and even though he was just one person -- well, it was admirable.

And Snake had an idea of what it was like, himself. The Patriots were a force that could barely be defined, but he was trying to oppose them anyway. And that was just in one world. This was on an entirely different scale.

When the question was turned back to him, Snake straightened, almost like he was standing to attention, and nodded. ]
I'd sneak past, blend in, then strike when they least expected it. [ He cocked his head to one side and continued to watch Adrien. ] So that's what you're planning to do? Pretend you're joining back up, bide your time until you get an opening?
worn_wings: (➶ 057)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

There's nothing truer than that. Daryl looks at home like a duty; it's not about wanting to go, only need. They'll get there when they get there and that'll be the end of it. If he believed everyone at home was waiting, it'd be different-- there'd be more urgency. But he doesn't, and so he's in an odd sort of limbo, selfishly uninvested in returning to the land swarmed by the dead.

"I get that," he says, rather softly. There's an appeal to freedom; he doesn't much like being caged himself, just this is the first place they've been he finds at all comprehensible.

"You ever think about it?"
knaval: (there might be)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-27 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. [heh.] I think I'm just easy to blame, though. You know, I got one of those faces.
goodluckkobra: (In the dress your husband hates)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-27 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Who? Me?

[ He might look a tad mischievous. ]

Do I look like a go-for-broke kinda guy?
goodluckkobra: (Is this what you always want me for?)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-27 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know him. He's a fuckin' nightmare when he gets an idea in his head. Can't let him do too much thinkin' at once." Kobra can't help looking insanely fond, anyway. Party's a handful, but Kobra wouldn't change a thing about him.

"Glad you ain't a little diva like him."
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-12-28 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
One of those— [ How dare you say that about robot-son! Obi-Wan feels the unpleasant twinge of frustration and regret. How unfortunate this reminds him so much of his own past, of his own shortcomings. ]

Is your commanding officer here?
prorenataa: (making my head hurt)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-28 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fates fuck it! If his team keeps being nice to him, he'll ...

Actually he wouldn't know quite what to do. It was an odd sensation being on the receiving end of gentle, but persistent fussing. Angela, Alva, Elena and now Lucio.

Adrien wanted to bristle up and insist he was fine FINE capital letters!! But as the sonic amplifier did it's ... amplifying thing and he started to feel some of the aches in his body dial back from a solid eight to a more reasonable five, he found that stubborn pride starting to leech out as well.

In fact, another moment passed and Adrien went to find himself a crate to sit on. Getting off his feet, combined with the amplifier pulled the discomfort back to a three and for a rare moment (since they crashed at least) he sat forward and exhaled a relieved breath. ]
Edited 2016-12-28 00:33 (UTC)
shiro2hero: (no i dunno the lyrics to Go The Distance)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-28 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

I uh. Fly a robotic lion.
alan_1: (amazement)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-12-28 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Really? [He imagines Flynn stumbling into the ENCOM system thirty years ago, the first User to ever see the world on the other side of the screen. The entire system must have seemed as alien as the programs and Bit first seemed to Alan.]

It’s funny. When I’m writing code, a bit’s as simple as a one or zero. But on your side of the screen, it’s so much more than that. [It’s, well, alive. But creating that life doesn’t feel divine, or even all that special. All it takes is a few lines of text run through a compiler. It certainly isn’t intentional.

Alan’s tone remains light, but the smile on his face grows self-deprecating.]
Sometimes I think programs give us Users too much credit.
prorenataa: commission dnt (blue pensive as hell)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-28 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adrien would call it a small miracle, though just before the Moira had crashed, the Scourge had found him. Which wasn't a particularly comforting thought but at least he recognized that over analyzing that attack would drive him around the bend.

As Snake followed his line of thinking, Adrien nodded but then gave his head a small shake. ]


The hope is, when I get back it will be as if I was never gone. If HQ knows I left, it would mean I broke my contract, which would leave my planet forfeit to destruction and could have negative ramifications for my ship. [ It was a worst case scenario, which he was trying to plan for, if it turned out to be reality, but like with the Scourge if he thought on it too much he'd drive himself nuts. ]

There are more of us, people working out ways to be able to communicate, coordinate and act in concert.

If I can get back and HQ is none the wiser to the fact that I was gone, then I can pick up where I left off and hopefully help these efforts move forward. [ Though he didn't delude himself into believing they'd be able to do anything with a quickness. There were still planets, species ... that would perish. ]
brokeassgoing: (i'm possibly listening)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Intuition.
worn_wings: (➶ 014)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-28 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"'m from Georgia." After a moment, he adds wryly, "If that means anything."

He's met enough folks from other places-- other planets, other damn dimensions-- that it's no longer a given that a stranger will have the same frame of reference.

"It's... rough, kinda. Lotta folks got sick a while back... Things sorta fell apart."
brokeassgoing: (snooty)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
You're reaching, man.
brokeassgoing: (Default)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
MOSES, WITH THE BURNING BUSH!

[nah he's decided to shake you, Lucio]
buyeverything: (the floor is confusing)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2016-12-28 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a tough life not having everyone hate you.]

Not here and I sure as hell am not supposed to be either.

[Look if she doesn't seem to remember what's going on and is oddly being okay with him, he's not going to kick the hornets nest, not when he just got his life back. Some how. Not that he still isn't being kind of rude in his tone and demeanor, but he's just arrived and has no idea what's going on. Certainly Elena understands that.]

So the actual crew of this whole ordeal isn't even available for questions. That's rich. Christ...

[Rafe rubs at his face, before carding a hand through his hair... maybe it was just him but it definitely felt. Different. Also he hadn't felt that scar on his hairline either, it was such an odd thing to notice, but it was something he'd had for some years now and every time his hand went into his hair he'd feel it since it was right there. His hand comes back, fingertips feeling where it should be and he seems confused.

What even the hell is going on.]
tearsinajar: supersuits / ij (pic#10733607)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"It does. I'm from Florida, originally, but I was stationed in Yemen for a job. Now...I'm here."

Elena's like him, meeting all kinds of different people from different worlds and dimensions that not many of them have heard of a place as simply named as America.

"Sick? How?"
brokeassgoing: (well go on)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You shouldn't try that shit, either way," he says, and sounds like about 40 mothers rolled into one.

He laughs at her reaction; he doesn't know what it is they pay for concerts where she's from, but once upon a time some concerts were hundreds of bucks. Her eyes would bug out at the sound of that.

"Yeah, that's how the musicians make a mint. They patent their music too, its all legal shit. But the little bands I saw weren't anything like that...they mostly played for the beer and the hook ups backstage."
brokeassgoing: (thats cute)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[have this no shit expression]

I dunno, I've met you twice. You seem like a little shit, that's for sure.
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10587436)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-28 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Elena does understand, it's one of her many personality traits that tend to draw people to her— understanding, patience, compassion, kindness. All of those can be thanked for her not walking out on him; that and she does recognize him, which means he's from her world. Which means 'you got a friend in me.mp3' should be playing somewhere in the background right about now. ]

At the moment? No. They're all mostly doing damage control, still.

It's...going to take a...

[ Her voice trails off as she watches him, leaning forward a tiny bit. What is he doing...? ]

Are you sure you don't want me to help you to the medtent?
notglitching: (red - ghost)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-28 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Sound rises louder, harsh and grating as the enforcer's helmet bows. It's not disagreement. Rinzler had made his own decisions. He'd searched for threats and taken on a system function, assigned allies and enemies on no basis but his own. He'd broken his own boundaries to an impossible degree, run independently and refused to stop when Clu arrived.

But Alan-one knows, too, how all that effort ended.]


Didn't work.

[Not for him. Not for anyone.]