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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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democratically: (side gaze)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-28 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
A thousand voices at once might not be as loud or clear as one voice for a thousand.
soldiergenes: (has grown too dim)

sorry for the delay!! i blame the holidays...

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-12-28 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure if it turned out that we had to stay here for good, some people would start to riot. [ Not that more destruction would accomplish anything, but sometimes it's the only way to vent out anger. ]

Or they'd just try to build another ship out of here. Some of the crew's probably smart enough to pull that off. [ What Snake doesn't like is knowing he'd have to rely on something like that for his passage off of here. His skill set isn't exactly suited to space travel.

He helps Allura in gathering up any tool that looks halfway useful, although it won't be long before the pack they're putting together gets too heavy for him to carry. ]
democratically: (drape)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-28 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is a small laugh and a shake of her head as she leans against the wall of the house.]

He may well get a laugh out of it, although he's never had a nickname like that before.
sketchycharacter: (yes i'll have the salmon)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he can tell. Maybe Varric just has one of those unthrilled resting faces.]

I could, but I've already read it, so I don't know that it would make much difference. I'm not going to give her a bullet point list of the contents if that's what you're worried about/

[If Hawke's best friend knows all about her future, he probably has a better idea of what to tell her than Nate does. It's out of his hands now. He's keeping the book for future joke fodder, though.]
notglitching: (red - hide behind your blades)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-28 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Efficient movements. Bladed limbs. Rinzler was almost disappointed when a twist of motion revealed the red blood seeping out beneath the plating. User. Or... not? The blood matched, and the shape, if different, was still close enough to fit, but he'd never seen a user flare from inside with that kind of light, hidden circuits sparking up to life.

Blood like a user. Claws like a gridbug... or virus. But the circuit light was clear enough, if oddly structured. Rinzler badly wished he had the energy to run a proper scan. Lacking that, he kept a careful watch and stayed in motion. The lesser threats needed to be dealt with first regardless, and with the maybe-user drawing their attention, there were more than enough openings.

Two steps up the wall and a midair twist (as one lunged in behind), and Rinzler flipped off from the surface, hitting the back of the remaining pack with a precise display of angular momentum. Two dropped before they had a chance to react: one skull caved in by a baton, and another's torso crumpling under the force of Rinzler's landing. He flattened almost to the ground, sweeping back to take the one behind him at its knees, and came up just as quickly, paring down the closest targets with an almost artistic fluidity.
efficacy: (✓ 004)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-28 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I understand completely.

[ Pepper nods sagely, going along with the joke. She can't help but chuckle at Hawke's retort, though. The idea of Hawke coming from a fantasy world of dragons and demons is still foreign and weird to her, but she's trying to take it all in stride. ]

It must be a convenient excuse, where you're from. "A demon did it."
inconsequence: (❤ the storm that wipes out)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-28 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Their purpose. Well, that's quite the question, isn't it? They are the demon that comes when you call its name. They are the arbiter of destruction. They guide and heal, and they come when they are called. They are your humble servant, and they will follow you to the utmost.

No apologies, and that is perfectly adequate. Apologies are a waste of time.]


I come when I am called.

[And that is not remotely an explanation; but what has he done for them lately to earn one?]

And your purpose? Other than to, presumably, acquire information of little use to anyone?
gainedlove: (* Yellow)

LOAD SAVE (Y/N?)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-28 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shepard, you are encouraging some very bad behavior here.]

[Frisk eyes go wide as they consider that--they've watched enough of Ratchet's silly action movies to know what cars going fast looks like, and if this can go even faster and still turn fast like that...does it need to do the sliding thing, too? Or does it just hold the ground and go?]

Y-yeah!

[They don't even think before answering, not considering how they should be quiet and calm and polite and definitely not trying to do something so dangerous as going highway speeds in the off-road trip from hell. This? This is just too cool.]
a_shadow: (Discovery)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-12-28 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you planning to try?" she says. For her part, she doesn't see the point. She doesn't know if it's going to work, and she has Ryuuzaki in her life now. She might as well enjoy that for what it is while it's here.
a_shadow: (Listening)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-12-28 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She nods. That's a good way of viewing things, and she's glad he does. ]

I have the school materials packed up. If we don't find an Ingress where we're headed, or if it doesn't work, I intend to start the school back up here.
a_shadow: (Just listening)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-12-28 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it wasn't for everything going on, I would have had to spend a lot more time resting."

Essentially, this is a way of admitting she's not feeling as well as she could. She doesn't elaborate, though, just turns a bit in place to make sure there's enough room to sit beside her where her legs were stretched out.

"How about yourself?"
notyetsore: (i'll do anything)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-12-28 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
No!

[He doesn't move toward them, not wanting to scare them or anything. But he still doesn't move away.]

I'm not going anywhere. Whatever happened, I'm not gonna just leave you by yourself! I don't care of I get hurt, it'd be better than risking losing you.

[The words leave his mouth before he can stop them - and then it's not like he can take them back, or even wants to. Once again, he finds himself tensing, waiting.]
Edited 2016-12-28 20:20 (UTC)
desudesudesudesu: ((⌒-⌒) you're not so bad after all.)

oh god please no more of them. she's already going to have nightmares.

[personal profile] desudesudesudesu 2016-12-28 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( as frightening as that had been it had also been kind of exhilarating, because they managed to best that stupid ugly bastard. she smiles, taking a step back, herself, and resting against the wall of rocks. ) I can't believe we did it. ( she almost laughs, the adrenaline still in the process of wearing off. )

Huh... ( she blinks and gives him a once over. ) It's your ability? ( even better! she'd just thought that the water had given him a temporary power. ) None of my sisters can do stuff like that... it was awesome! ( she purses her lips and looks back down at the water. ) And it might be our ticket out of here. Do you think you can get us back down there? I'll take a sip and use Sui Dream to take some with us... for, y'know, getting out of those sticky situations.
frostedplum: (hang in there!)

[personal profile] frostedplum 2016-12-28 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"But did we need the ship to reach it? If the Gate is our destination anyway, does the ship need to be involved?" She hopes not, or else they're heading towards something they can't necessarily reach from the ground. But maybe once they see it, they'll know how to proceed. There's no use in worrying about it just yet.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10396474)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Goddamn.

[He sounds like Sully, but it's not amusing.

Nate doesn't ask if it's a good thing that Bethany is apparently alive and well in some other version of reality. Because sure, it is, but it doesn't mean shit for Hawke if she'll never see her. It almost makes it worse. He gets that.]
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162740)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, hey!

[Nate brightens right up. He's been—well, it seems rude to actually hope that she'd show up, for months, since being space kidnapped brings a lot of problems. But Tony's been pining for her and boy does he know what that's like. He can't not be happy for his friend that his girl is finally here.]

Hawke said you were here—I've actually been wanting to meet you, Tony's a friend of mine. And he has been pining for you, don't tell him I said that.

[Actually he doesn't really care if Tony knows he said that. Because it's true.]
soldiergenes: (i will look in your eye)

sorry for the delay :c

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-12-28 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as Snake might point his gun at potential threats, it wasn't very often that he actually fired it. Not unless he was actively being attacked, and that wasn't the case here, even with that little light show that played out over the figure's skin.

Not just a figure, anymore, but a woman. Suffice to say that wasn't what he'd expected, although this was a far cry from when he'd first glimpsed Meryl.

"Glad to hear it." Snake didn't think she was the sort of thing he'd ever want to fight, just from the look of her. He lowered his gun, but didn't holster it just yet. "There a reason I've never seen you before? No offense, but you kind of stand out."

He really doubted he would have missed someone who looked like she did for all this time.
sketchycharacter: (ow)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-28 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that would definitely be a lot creepier. It's probably better for us both that you didn't manage it.

[Dick Hawke. Jesus. Tony is going to kill him for this.]

You, uh...you take care, or whatever. I'm going to go find a friend.
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635137)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2016-12-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Kerrigan was stepping over bodies to get to her next target, and she met it with an elbow spike into its open mouth. The other combatant had the cluster of them she'd formed well handled, and a final opponent between the two of them had made the mistake of turning away from her when he'd made his entrance into the group. She stabbed her foot down at the back of its leg and brought it down with the still blood-slick spike she'd used moments ago.

This would be the part where she'd finish off anything that was still moving. She did put one writhing creature out of its misery by driving the point of her heel through its skull, but most of her attention was on the dark figure that arrived to join the fight. Kerrigan pulled the appendages on her back in, closer to her body rather than slightly spread out behind her. "Thanks. I'm Kerrigan." She hadn't needed the help, but she wasn't in any condition to turn down allies.

Sooner or later something was going to give if she kept getting into large fights. Definitely sooner if this guy insisted on fighting her as well; so far no one from the ship had picked a fight, but that didn't mean no one would.
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635133)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2016-12-28 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
When he started to lower the gun, Kerrigan turned, making the effort needed to lift the trailing appendages attached to her back. Her eyes flicked over the grip he had on his gun, silently assessing before her attention returned to his face. "I do, don't I. I'm new here. Apparently even when a ship that pulls people from other places crashes, it doesn't necessarily stop pulling in people," Kerrigan explained, tucking her extra limbs and their many sharp edges in as close to her body as she could manage. It didn't make her look much less threatening, but it was something.

"You're up late. Self assigned guard duty?" Or were they more organized than she thought. It was really hard to tell with the way the group just sort of moved and gathered and split up.
gainedlove: (* LastDream)

mmmm nice and toasty

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-28 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The world is slow. They feel the tick of seconds, too long, vibrating through their mind. Their body is nothing but air outlined in painful red, a liquid that oozes slowly down over...skin. Their skin. They are here. They are here and they are real and a body is lying there and they can't think about it. Can't face it.

They failed again. Another death, another life on their hands. Where is the dust?

Words, movement. It's hard to follow but it stills and Frisk looks down. spr_truechara holds an object with no definition, with every definition, holds spr_ourheart, holds system_information_963, holds UNDERTALE_WINDOWS.EXE

Their disk. Their mind.

"Why?"
grammascookies: (ana13)

[personal profile] grammascookies 2016-12-28 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
For the obvious question, it happens to be quite a depressing story. And, of course, full of regrets from myself. I am not quite sure you would like to hear that in your current state.

But that does not make me any less happy to see a familiar, reliable face. Even in this condition, dear.
worn_wings: (➶ 040)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-28 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"That planet."

How could he forget? The brief stab of alarm when he'd seen everyone settling into the celebrations, and how quickly it had dissipated. Even now, who knows how many thousands of miles away, he's oddly embarrassed that he didn't catch onto it.

"Not sure that time oughta count."

It had felt like days, and like forever. Like a dream.
soldiergenes: ("you haven't met me)

sorry for the delay on this!

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-12-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Just got here? This would be the second person Snake's spoken to who's arrived after they crashed. It's strange to think that there will now be people among their "crew" who never knew the Moira. He's not sure how to feel about it, but it's not like it's their fault for showing up now.

And here he thought that the Ingress would stop bringing people in, but apparently those devices are more plentiful that they'd realized.

"Guess you didn't see the wreckage. Yeah, it wasn't pretty." Some people had died, and he doesn't know that all of them came back either. "Seems like a crappy time to get dragged into this, though." It was confusing enough without being stranded somewhere with little in the way of food or water.
worn_wings: (060)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-28 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It's doin somethin'.

[ Which he'll assume is a good sign until evidence to the contrary presents itself. He spares a nod to Nate before he takes off after the greyhound, staying as quiet as he can.

After a while he slows his pace, starting to see shapes and movement in the distance. ]


Up there.