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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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sketchycharacter: (now wait a guldarn minute)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
No time but now to find out. Uh,Q—go hunt, or...whatever.

[The metal greyhound's lighted eyes flash briefly, though Nate doesn't know if that means assent or 'you dumbass, I can't do that.' Either way, it trots around a bit, sort of sniffs the air (scanning with sensors, maybe?) and takes off at a brisk pace.]
sketchycharacter: (my poker face)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Are you shitting me?

[For a split second, less than that even, he wants to think that this is one more way that he and Hawke are alike—that she, too, will find that her sibling is alive.

But that's impossible. She was never separated from her sister's body the way he was separated from Sam. And he can tell that she's talking about something different.]


How is that possible?
sketchycharacter: (clink)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That's cheery. That's also conversation with Adrien, so he just nods and starts counting.]

I hope we reach some kind of civilization soon, then, because that would mean more laundry. And just because I can do it, that doesn't mean I want to do it.

[Someday, Cassie is getting disposable diapers. Definitely not going to cloth.]
sketchycharacter: (suited up)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He nearly makes a comment about how only his wife gets to enjoy that with him—too much information, maybe?—but then she catches him off guard, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.]

Yeah, actually. [A beat.] You know him?

[Could this finally be the Pepper Potts Hawke had said was here?]
sketchycharacter: (paying respects)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
It is something.

[Maybe not much from Rafe's perspective, but it would probably mean a lot to the people who died.]

And Nate's fine.

[It's not that he minds Nathan; it is his name. But it's been a long time since anyone called him that regularly.]
democratically: (and deeply)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-28 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite herself, she does give a soft sigh as she takes a seat next to him. She knows that they cannot remain here for too long, as there is little here for them, but for the moment, it is fine. Neither are at the top of their game, and a little time spent here may well help them in the future.

As delicate as his touch may be, Padmé still winces out of instinct. She can feel his gaze on her, and after a moment turns to look at him.]


I- [But no, she knows better than to say I am fine and alters her wording.] I will be fine.

[Which is the truth. Her wounds are normal, typical, nothing special. They will heal in due course, if given the chance. Anakin's... Padmé doesn't know how long he will be without his connection to the Force. It may be something on the planet, or something that they have ingested. She has no idea. It could be any number of things.

With a hand cupping his cheek, her head tilts slightly.]


And you, my love?
democratically: (upward)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-28 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Not that she is aware of, although there had seemed to have been some commotion when she first arrived, with a changing of the guard, so to speak.]

I meant more in terms to your own planet- or region on it.
inconsequence: [SINS] (❤ if only you could have known)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Things are not perfect, no. How could they be, when Asriel was stuck, stranded amidst slavers with no one there to SAVE him?

That was always the easy thing about him. He was always - always had to be, perhaps - eternally sincere, open as a book with his overly wide and expressive eyes. I'm not mad, he could say, and it would be plain as the nose on his face that he was, his eyes scrunched up and his paws screwed up into defiant fists or perhaps clenched around his ears.

Things are not perfect. They are not great. They are not even acceptable.

He says such things without a hint of cold sarcasm. Another chance for you too, Chara. Another chance for a child that completely and utterly does not deserve it. Who is bound to squander it, taint it with their touch, just as they ruined him.

"You do not have to lie to me, Asriel." It is hard, even now, to look him in the eye. But they force themself to be direct. Owe him that much. "I know things have been...far from perfect. They have been for a very long time."
inconsequence: (❤ and gaze at my shoes)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-28 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[How cute. She presumes to be leading them instead of being followed. Still, they play along. A meatshield can be useful at times, and she proves handy in a FIGHT.

They twitch at the sound of footsteps, starting and stopping as they do. Someone walks behind them. Someone thinks to - ]




""





[Chara jerks around abruptly with their weapon upraised, their smile wide and bright.





...



There is nothing there. Nobody came. Ha ha, boy, what a shame! They immediately step back to heed their company's suggestion - no one controls them, and certainly no one orders them about like a trained dog - with movements overly smooth, overly fluid, as if that will mask the obvious drop in their composure.]
democratically: (hmm?)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-28 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps very thoroughly confused might be a better way to describe him.
brokeassgoing: (business time)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-28 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
....Well dammit this more or less counts as a region now. We might not have senators or reps but-- we're our own reps! We gotta deal with our own shit.
redshitlord: (who's this other guy you got)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-28 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yeaaaah... maybe that.
otiosity: (Default)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-28 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing like a bit of nudity between friends to really help you bare your soul and bond.

I learned that one here.

[Not that Varric has never seen her naked. They've bathed together and changed in front of each other plenty. He is always a gentleman about it though. Despite his claims to roguishness.]
neverheardofhim: (let me tell you why you're a little bitc)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Next time you find a bathhouse, I'll be sure to join you then [Varric gave her a wink. Maybe he'd take a moment and really study her then. A strictly professional matter, he told himself, he'd received enough letters asking about what Hawke looked like naked that he clearly needed to brush up on the details. It wasn't like him to be so light on description, after all.]

[Then again, he really didn't want to spend hours penning letters to fans about the exact size and bounce quality of her breasts.]


How do all our conversations manage to make it back to your tits, Hawke?
neverheardofhim: (srs bsns)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, and I'm thrilled to be here. [Even though he meant it, his voice didn't sound particularly enthused. His mind was worlds and dimensions away, pondering how only a few days earlier, he'd sat at the Herald's Rest, wishing that Hawke was there.]

[It still felt weird, to know she was alive, to know that he could hold her and drink with her and shoot the shit with her. Weirder still was the fact that she didn't know. The money he would have given to forget about his (however indirect) involvement with the Mage-Templar war.]

[Still, it made the whole business with "The Tale of the Champion" all the more troubling. Hawke seemed, perhaps not happy, but better off not knowing what her future held.]


You sure you can't just burn that blighted book? Lose it between a rock or two? There's a lot of 'em out here.
neverheardofhim: (Default)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-28 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[There was something about the sight that elicited a chuckle from the dwarf. Even with things being the way they were, it was nice to see the blond in at least decently good spirits.]

[Good spirit, Varric thought to himself, letting out a breath at his own play. Hopefully Justice didn't get too caught up on injustices faced by the rocks or the monsters that insisted on attacking their camp.]

[He shook the thought from his head.]


You know... I bet if I aim my ass just right, I can still aim better than Sebastian ever could.
hawkethat: (now you're speaking sense!)

[personal profile] hawkethat 2016-12-28 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Safeish" is a good word. It is tea, after all. If you're not careful, you might burn your mouth.

[He takes a mouthful of his own bland tea, sighs wistfully after he swallows, and laughs at her question.]

If by "exciting" you mean "terrible," then yes. The specialty of the house was ale that tasted like it'd been watered down with dog piss. Horrible stuff, but it kept sobriety at bay and did it cheaply, too.
hawkethat: (i'm the champion of kirkwall)

[personal profile] hawkethat 2016-12-28 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
A glass coffin. One of hundreds. Just kind of - [he gestures broadly with one hand, as if that would help clarify anything] - lined up in neat rows in the middle of a huge clearing in a forest. Most of them were shut, and you could kind of see people inside each one, but you couldn't always see who they were. And - I still can't believe this, and I saw it happen - there were a bunch of dwarfs patrolling around among the coffins. The beardy kind.

[He makes a gesture to pantomime stroking a ridiculously long, luxurious beard to illustrate his point.]

When a coffin opened up, one of the dwarfs would swoop in and kiss the occupant awake. And yes, it was the single harriest kiss I've ever experienced, and not even in a good way.
hawkethat: (it's tough being so pretty)

they'll be besties in no time at this rate

[personal profile] hawkethat 2016-12-28 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Well thank the Maker for that.

[Nate can make up unflattering names for him all he wants. Given the way the guy is carrying on about "regular" Hawke, he suspects if he does tell him his given name, Nate will try to use it, and that's something only Hawke's younger brother may do.]

That's the best news I've heard all day, and it's not even particularly great. [He sighs and reaches up to scrub a hand briefly over his face.]

Anyway, thanks for the information and I'm sorry my existence creeps you out. If I'd done it on purpose, I would've made the attempt wearing less clothing and also brought something to drink. I'll try to be more considerate next time.
gainedlove: (* Conduct)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-28 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk uncurls enough to fold their legs under them normally, leaning forward to look at the backpack a little closer. They bite their lip, glancing back and forth before asking very softly,]

Could...could you try it on me?

[They shouldn't, they really really shouldn't, but...it sounds so cool!]
neverheardofhim: (the hawke smile tm)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[As Garrett continued to speak, the more skeptical Varric began to grow. He sat back, nodding along with a smirk on his lips. It wasn't the first time he'd heard an elaborate sort of lie from a Hawke, though he had to admit, he was enjoying it.]

[Still, he did what he could to keep a straight face. It just so happened to fall apart when Garrett brought up kissing dwarves. At that point, Varric burst into laughter, clapping his hands against his knees.]


Is this an elaborate way of asking me to kiss you?
notyetsore: (IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-12-28 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[...Their voice changed.

Except... not. It was still their voice - maybe - but it sounded strange. Ginko can't keep himself from tensing a little at the sound of it, his eyes going wide, but he doesn't move away.]


...Frisk?

[What they say next may be frustrating, but it least they sound like them again. He shakes his head, his mouth setting in a thin, stubborn line.]

I... I'm not going anywhere. Whatever is going on, I'm not gonna just walk away. I won't.
gainedlove: (* Collapse)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-28 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Please.

[Frisk whimpers, clutches their head. Take a few steps back, get some distance.]

You know what I'll do. You know. Just leave me, I've hurt them all enough already!
neverheardofhim: (leaning over musing)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2016-12-28 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Varric's eyes narrowed at the woman's hand, watching her discard something different than what she had pulled up. Maybe it was a play -- he couldn't say he knew Kerrigan well enough to know her techniques -- but it seemed that she had at least one match. He gave a disgusted glance down to his own cards, then drew one for himself.]

[A match, he noted with some relief. Noodles still had a leg up on him, but at least he wasn't being left entirely in the dust. He laid down a card and, somewhat carefully, attempted to slide the one beneath it out with his thumb, hoping that between his subtleties and the growing conversation, the woman wouldn't notice.]


A bit of everything. Action. Adventure. Romance. [He shook his head at that-- how anyone managed to enjoy "Swords and Shields was beyond him.] I'm popular enough to have garnered a few people trying to ride my coattails to fame. Had to put down a few people who tried to write unauthorized sequels to one of my best pieces.

[Varric withdrew his hand, giving the pilfered card a glance as he did.]

Of course, my best work is somewhat autobiographical. I happened to be close friends with one of the most famous women in my world.
gainedlove: (* Notice)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-28 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
I-I'll try--!

[They rock back and forth along with Lena easily enough, the nervous feeling starting to fade a little and their smile brightening by a few shades. Despite what they said they're not bad at dancing at all--they're pretty good, to be able to keep up with Mettaton of all people.]

[They laugh, and hold onto her hands more firmly. Really, even something as simple as this is kind of fun!]