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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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brokeassgoing: (pic#9511199)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-29 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
I'm hopin' your creepy wannabe rockstar vibe is just that.
desynched: (06)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-29 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
I'm guessing it's the broken portal I came through. Might not've put me back together quite right. Not to worry, it's still working-- I won't vanish from the present anytime soon.

[ Which is the only real comfort she has about her Accelerator right now. At least it still works, even if it's painfully fused to her for the foreseeable future. ]
redshitlord: (Lose the will to go)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-29 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He wants to cry. That's... a feeling he's felt more and more lately. The more things just Keep Happening. But it won't help anything at all, will it? It won't make anything better. It won't solve anything.]

[His plating shivers. It's a struggle to throttle it all down.]


I... I guess so. Yeah.

[It should be uplifting. It really should be. But he can't fix any of this any more then Anakin can. And it's becoming a painful pattern lately.]

I know, man. It's just... I wish I could fix it too, y'know?
villainry: (son u are doing me a frighten)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-29 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
All the better for you, it seems. [Though self-sufficiency does not sound like a trait belonging to him alone, by her explanation. Not that a hidden safe is helping either of them here, unless it happens to contained perfectly preserved food that doesn't look like mashed run-off from...well, the rest of that thought doesn't bear thinking. He has trouble enough keeping down what's necessary as it is.]

Electronic is out of your skill-set, I suppose?
villainry: (dicks out for captain america)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-29 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
My friend, if I had, I'd have moved on by now. [Though he standards are far, far pickier than anyone else's, it seems. The virtue of once near immortality has ruined it for him, really. There's skulking around, surviving, and there's pitiable scavenging, and he's resorting to neither if he has a say in it. Not after Thanos. Not again.]

villainry: (your argument is invalid)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-29 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He lets his distaste be plainly known at that. As a fact, he's well aware that his not-quite-Asgardian status is not going to get him out of this, and neither, it seems, will Frigga's tricks. But he's not resorting to mere pathetic survival again. Not like this. Not in the dirt like a mortal, crawling around for some half-baked gift.

Fine, he's spoiled. More entitled than anyone the universe over ought to be.]


Preferably cannibalism over this.

[Is he serious? Time will tell. No.]

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-12-29 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. Not falling apart is a start.

[Coming from Anakin Skywalker, that's absurdly high praise, especially when his first response is often to fall apart, even if it's where no one can see it.]

Look, we'll figure something out. [Even if he doesn't like the idea of having to cope with this. Even if it doesn't mean fixing it.] ...We just have to figure out what "something" is.
iattractmushi: (If the rain come round)

[personal profile] iattractmushi 2016-12-29 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's better with people, so he's probably hanging around the fringes of the campsite somewhere, well within the light but not... quite... a part of the group. He doesn't know that many people yet so he can't help but feel like he's imposing a little, even with an invitation. Anyway now that he's here, there's no way he's leaving. Even with a flashlight, the darkness is too... oppressive, and the pathetic amounts of light such devices put out isn't nearly enough to comfort him after the sun goes down.

He's definitely paying attention to his surroundings, despite his tiredness. Her loud approach is appreciated, though; he looks her way before she speaks, managing to disguise his slightly startled look with a faint smile.

"Angela-san, of course." She's definitely stuck with the honorific now. Maybe it's because she kind of reminds him of... he dismisses that silly thought before he can finish it, shifting a little so she can sit comfortably. "You're up pretty late yourself. Can't sleep?"
Edited (wrong icon...) 2016-12-29 06:01 (UTC)
desynched: (15)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-29 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lena would laugh if he asked if she is 'ordinary.' A time-traveling ex-agent from a global peacekeeping organization who could have flown any aircraft anyone put in front of her.

Or maybe the part where she walks up to people and pulls them into an impromptu, haphazard dance is a red flag re: normalcy. ]


It's the only way I look at it! [ She half-shouts before bursting into delighted laughter as they start spinning around. ]

See? Knew you could do it!
gainedlove: (* Empty Gun)

melty gooey goodness

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-29 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Them? Frisk blinks, thick brows drawing together as they look down at themself. Cuts and slashes all down their arms, and their hands are...shaking? Why are they shaking?

3/20 HP

Oh.

They reach for a pocket, pause. Nothing to heal, no SAVE to restore themself with. Let their empty hand drop to their side.

"...do we go back?"

They can be careful. Good at dodging.
grandpaladin: (Fresh new kicks and pants)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Lena...

[What can he say to that? He's no doctor. He can do first aid, but that's about it. If he was a doctor, a field medic, maybe he could have more insight to this madness.]

I am so sorry this has happened to you.

[You're breaking his giant heart!!]
fluidsea: (Madison: Embarassed Grin)

[personal profile] fluidsea 2016-12-29 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well Madison was about ten or eleven when different alien ships invaded Earth in 1998 so... There's that. She was only a kid then and likely doesn't remember much about it other than a group of colorful spandex-wearing heroes saved the Earth and by extension the galaxy. Being made older by the Ingress didn't help matters here.

"I've talked to a couple of the people here who have been around a while. Apparently the ship crashed only recently."
desynched: (01)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-29 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
You're doin' great!

[ She tries to guide Frisk into a twirl, just to liven things up a bit. Their little dance doesn't exactly match the music, but it's the spirit that matters more than anything.

That and they don't have much of a choice in the music. ]
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
I would hope so. It seems foolish to dress as Father Christmas for yourself!

[And a little silly. But just a little.]
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
War happened. Wars large and small, and too much violence.

We were meant to protect people from all of that.
grandpaladin: (fry squinting in here)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
An army? Of engineers?

[Wishful thinking there, Reinhardt.]

Hah! I am not so special -- a dozen sets of armor maybe.
psychadrellic: (well that's very unfortunate)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-29 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[...And here's Thane looking over his shoulder at Reinhardt again. His expression could be described as borderline stern, though it doesn't reflect in his voice, which is as mild as ever.]

Is that right? I'm getting the feeling we're both quite lucky Dr. Ziegler is here with us.

[All understatements, all the time!!]
grandpaladin: (Fresh new kicks and pants)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm, good questions. I wish I had the answer to them."

He wonders if he ever had. Or if the captains were just that tight-lipped about it all. Either option seems likely. After the crash, a lot of thing had gotten blurry.
grandpaladin: (fry squinting in here)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-29 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ach, don't make that face at me. You look like she does.

[Thane you can't fool him!! This is a man well-versed in stern 'stop breaking yourself' looks. And he huffs.]

Yes, we are.

[It wasn't like he did it on purpose!!]
desynched: (26)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-29 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'It doesn't matter what state I'm in,' she thinks, 'it's going to be depressing and painful either way.' It's not like she would say that even if she could. All of the feelings she thought she'd let go of bubble up. Yes, there is anger and hurt and sadness. But the most overwhelming feeling is of hope. Death never relinquishes someone but, in this case, it feels like death had broken its oath.

No matter what happened, Ana is alive. They have time together. Lena, more than anyone, knows how important time is.

Speaking of which-- does everyone know? Reinhardt and Angie and the others? Lena can't speak yet, but the paralysis is slowly wearing off. Now she can raise her eyebrows questioningly. She's not sure if Ana will understand, but it's the best she can do.

'Do the others know?' ]
desynched: (16)

[personal profile] desynched 2016-12-29 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lúcio hasn't called her bluff, which she deeply appreciates. Keeping up the image of Tracer is as much for him as it is for herself.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly confused. ]


Sonic amplifier?
Edited 2016-12-29 06:32 (UTC)
retrovirion: (yadda)

[personal profile] retrovirion 2016-12-29 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
That was... Actually about how old he was too, although it wasn't 1998. Otherwise, wow, what an odd coincidence.

"Yeah, that's kind of the sense I got too, otherwise the whole travel thing would probably - well, I hope it would feel more organized," he backtracks, putting down the thing he may-or-may-not-but-let's-say-not have broken so he can definitely-not-do-the-exact-same-thing to something else he's noticed a little bit further away. In the process of moving, he glances over at the company a bit more intentionally, as opposed to the quick acknowledgement from before. "But I don't really know how everybody operates here yet. My name's Peter, what's yours?"
gainedlove: (* Fix)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-29 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[Frisk giggles and follows the twirl easily, even getting up onto one toe as they spin. That small, nervous smile brightens by the moment, and they try to spin Lena around this time--as best they can, at least, being as small as they are.]
shiro2hero: (really really tingling)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-29 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Something about the way he says "friend" puts the metaphorical hackles up. But he carries on, anyway.]

That's a fair point. But I thought I should ask anyway. Better safe than sorry.

[After space prison, and then space goo, your standards for edibles are pretty low. You fall back on survival above all else.]
hawkethat: (it's funny you should ask...)

[personal profile] hawkethat 2016-12-29 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Cousland. I didn't meet her in Kirkwall. Or in Thedas, actually.

[He makes a careful gesture at their surroundings, mindful of the tea in his hand.]

This is the second time this has happened to me now. About eight months ago I got yanked away from cozy Chateau Hawke by some great unknown cosmic force and stranded in a little backwater called Astor, in the middle of a big backwater called Loria. She'd been pulled away from stomping through the Deep Roads, so we had a few drinks together and bonded about how miserable Darkspawn are and how a pair of beautiful individuals such as ourselves deserved better lots in life than the ones we'd got.

[He pauses thoughtfully before adding:]

...She probably will drink the whole batch in one go. Fenris isn't there anymore to fight her for it, either.