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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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warandpeace: (I lιĸe мy тoαѕт doɴe oɴ oɴe ѕιde)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-30 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's something about that story, not the mention of sex per say but the "took on the shape and form of another man I wanted" that makes Kaz nervously glance away (just residue of having a complicated as hell life with strange reminders), but then his attention is drawn back again.]

I can imagine. There's a lot that people would want.

You flatter me, though. I gotta admit, I can't complain about the compliments.

[He shook his head, finally, guessing he should be honest with Dorian.] When I thought my home was in danger, I did what I needed to to get answers. [And on some levels, he just wanted the people that hurt him to hurt just as much.] I'd can't say I'd respond much better now if I had someone to blame for my losses.

I can't really see how you do it. I'm legitimately impressed you could handle all that.
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[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-30 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's called a metaphor, but you can treat it as a thing that actually happens, if you want, I suppose.
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-30 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angela's had a bad habit of reinforcing prosthetics and biotics, habitually putting herself on their side, never treating them any differently. No hesitation in touching or accepting them, but nor does she go out of her way to fawn; it's how she's always been. She doesn't miss the face he makes at her mention of hunting, though, and she looks apologetic near-immediately and waves a hand to dismiss it. ]

That's all right, I apologize; I don't have many other practical skills to offer that would be of use in a place like this. It certainly doesn't suit everyone. I don't much like it myself, but it is what it is. The TCCC, though, will always be an open offer.

[ Shiro takes to pets far easier and everything he says has her nodding along, smiling, because she's found much the same to be true. ]

Mm, I've noticed. My little Eiger just appeared in the mail one day, as if someone had overheard my conversation with Snake. But he's been an absolute boon. He's sweet and would love another friend if you ever wanted to come see him. There are a couple of other dogs at my camp as well, but I can't guarantee they'd be there or would approach strangers without their owners around. They're well-trained. I'm hoping to get to that point with Eiger since he takes so well to others; he's well on his way to being a therapy dog. More faces would do him well.

[ Which is to say, she's gently offering him a bit of animal companionship if ever he wished for it. Open-ended and non-expiring. When she prompts further and he sighs, he's fixed with an assessing Look, debating if she should press, where, how. ]

Well, I hope you don't mind my company, then. I'll try not to be too festive. I just wanted to see how you were doing.

[ Spoken with a smile as ever, watching him toy with the mug. He's plenty welcome to ask whatever he may like, especially since she's opened the floor to 'her company' and getting to know her. ]
otiosity: (attacked by bad news bears)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-30 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's like she's separate from her body. Separate from everything that's happening and she's watching it. Like one of those films Nate likes. At Nate's question, her body jerks up and half steps and half pushes him away. Like she was ashamed of using him for any sort of attempt to comfort herself. She wants to tell a joke, to breeze past this, but instead she's struggling both for air and for words and only manages a bit of babbling.]

Yes. Here. But going over there. To... Just over there.

[She manages to stumble a few feet away from him to lean against a small out cropping in hopes of catching her breath. She coughs trying to clear the weight that's settled on chest or at least get something out of the air that feels so thin. Meanwhile her mind spins like an endless top. Anders, Varric, Bethany, the other Hawke. She can't break it.]
sketchycharacter: (now wait a guldarn minute)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-30 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[That accomplishes the exact opposite of what Harry wants, because not Q is going for his ankle.]

Stop kicking him and he'll stop biting you!

[God dammit. Q doesn't have a collar, so Nate just kind of goes for his shoulder dragging him away—for Harry's safety, not Q's.]

Q! No! Bad dog!

[Have you ever seen robot dog ears fold back in sorrow at what they just heard? It's a pathetic sight.]
democratically: (this should be interesting)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-30 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Mind, I might think about punting them, but I would never actually resort to such a measure outside of my head.
efficacy: (✓ 048)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-30 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Pepper.

[ She nods a little in greeting and gives a quick smile, but has to arch a brow at the name she gets in return. Now that she thinks about it, there seems to be some family resemblance in there. Or so she thinks. ]

Any relation to the other Hawke? Marian?
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[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually, that would make him laugh. At least it would make him complain she wasn't being fair to him, whine like the kid he couldn't shake being. Right now, he just gives her a wry smile and acknowledges without words that she's right. He takes a little sip out of his canteen and stares up at the ceiling of the cave. It seems easier than seeing whatever expression is on her face.

He thinks about ignoring her request. There are many things that she could mean by 'talk'. They have a history of ignoring the big issues, but in the small chance this is the moment she wants to really talk, Peter doesn't think he has the energy for it. Or even the desire to think about the sorts of things they should be talking about. The last time she'd died he'd shut down and he can't afford to do that again when his powers were gone and they were all stuck after a crash.

But he slowly sits up, leaning back on his hands. Peter's always been useless about defying even her smallest requests. "About what?" He's staring at his lap, still clutching tight to the canteen. He knows he's being difficult; some part of him is angry at himself for it but it doesn't help him force any words out.
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[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[This feels the same as when his power's first kicked in. Those first dizzying days of everything suddenly being in slow motion, weeks of disconnect with the world. He'd been a kid then, and terrified he couldn't so much as talk to his mother to get some reassurance he wasn't going crazy. As much as he professed to love his mutation now, it had been a dark spot in his life.

And here it was happening in reverse.]


This place is doing it to us?

[At least he'd had some experience with being normal, that first decade or so of his life when he existed at the same pace as everyone else. It made the adjustment shades easier than when he'd been a child. But still, he was just grasping at what Elizabeth was saying, having to concentrate far too hard to understand. He drops his head into his hands when she helps him sit, rubbing at his temples.

She believes this isn't on the captains. He's honestly too disoriented to let himself disagree and fall back into conspiracies.]


It was everyone? [How must his sister be feeling? Jean?] What are we supposed to do if something happens?
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[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-30 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pepper breathes a faint laugh at that, ducking her chin with a hint of a blush. ] Well...

[ She never quite knows how to respond to things like that. Luckily Nate goes on and gives her something else to focus on, a soft, fond smile spreading to her lips at the account. That sounds exactly like something Tony would do. ]

When it comes to things that really matter, that's true. He has the biggest heart I've ever known.
takeitslow: ([Do])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude, do and you'll never get rid of me.

[He's a little like a stray like that. Pay too much attention and he'll never leave you alone.

He glance again at his chosen card, a six of hearts, and shuffles the deck in a way that feels far too slow without the aide of his powers. He keeps glancing up to the other's blinded eyes. Eventually he hands the deck back.]


Done and done. Time to impress me.
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[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-30 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
And to think I've been missing out on it all these years...

[Her words might be teasing, but her smile is genuinely warm.]
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[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Even with the water's helpful side effects, Peter isn't fast enough to pull away before getting squashed. Or perhaps, he just doesn't try hard enough. Physical sensation is enough to remind him that he's not hallucinating.

He rolls away with a yelp, cradling an injured hand to his chest. He stares at Chara with a mixture of mild annoyance, amusement, and a little fondness. Taking the chance to hurt him certainly spells out Chara more than any vision could.

"Me. I know you disappeared. I looked, you know? Had to be sure the directory wasn't faking it." He looked for everyone after they were reported as missing. He still holds some hope, however stupidly, that if the day comes he sees his last name missing from the ship directory that he'll still find Wanda tucked away in some corner. "You couldn't have went months without someone getting hurt anyway. Or without Frisk knowing you were around. You gave that kid a scare. And your mom."

There's a, 'me too', hidden in there somewhere.
sketchycharacter: (heyyyyyy)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-30 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
And the shiniest.

[Ha ha, very funny. Shut up Nate.]

I'm sorry you had to get dragged here, but kinda not really. He'll be pretty damn happy, and maybe get more sleep.
sketchycharacter: (my poker face)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-30 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[He's not completely sure what's going on—it looks like she might be having a very quiet sort of panic attack? Not freaking out, but still freaked out.

After a few moments, he gets up but doesn't get too close. He wants to be near but not crowd her.]


You need to breathe into a bag?
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[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-30 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he knows it's not just for him. Dorian is just not the type of person who can deal with cold baths without considerable whining. Which is fine, because neither is Nate.]

I suppose bubbles and scented oils are out of the question? Nah, this is good.

[He peels off his clothes and slides into the water quickly, because the air is still cold enough that he doesn't want to linger.]

Ah, this is nice. Not quite as good as the spa place Tony, Hawke and I went to, but good for a do-it-yourself.
takeitslow: ([Side])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[In hindsight, he shouldn't be at all surprised to find that all he's doing is irritating the program. There's something to be said for the old adage about poking the sleeping bear. Peter should know better by now, especially without any powers of his own.

But Peter should have known better about a lot of things. It's never stopped him before.

He takes a step back when Rinzler changes stance. He widens his own, arms back up in that surrendering sort of pose. He's really not here to fight and he's not let himself think long enough about J, about the shot and about her second death, to be depressed enough to provoke Rinzler intentionally. But Rinzler relaxes, or at least doesn't leap into action, and Peter lets himself do the same.

The next reaction is surprisingly clear.]


Come on, you're not stupid. [He almost feels bitter to admit it. Rinzler had more going for him when it came to brains that Peter thinks he'll ever have. Even Jean was more adamant that he'd become brave in the future rather than smart.] You have to have noticed by now that the people who had, you know, powers don't have them anymore. The people who weren't all human are now totally human.

Suddenly all human. [He sighs, gestures to himself. It's hard to admit out loud that he's lost his mutation even to his friends. He doesn't know if he can find the words now.] I guess I was just curious if it effected- [A vague gesture toward Rinzler.] -those like you. If all of us got screwed over.
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[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
You get TV in space?

[And here they were suffering on the ship with only a few DVDs. Talk about not fair. Talk about totally avoiding the subject at hand.]
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[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
So he not only presumes to know them, but he seems to be operating under the sad delusion that he has missed them in the interim. How sad. One cannot miss something that only exists as a consequence; his life must be despicably poor and lonely if a disjointed figment of a long-dead child is the best he can do.

"She's not my mother." The words come reassuringly easily, despite the sickening pang to their chest. Cushion the blow with LOVE, polish it away into nothingness. They killed her and she flinched, laughing as she crumbled away into dust, as her SOUL dissipated into alabaster fragments.

Easily spoken. Gone and ERASED.
takeitslow: ([Speak])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Like Jean then. Or are you from before? I remember he had the card but swore the school was shut down." He already had some knowledge of the future. It was unavoidable, with how Jean showed up and started in on him without realizing how young he was compared to her memory. She hadn't told him much, despite his prying, but he knew that she was a student of Charles. "Wait, do you know Jean?"

He makes an irritated noise in the back of his throat when he finds the child is trying to help. It's not anger at Kurt, but at himself. Peter knows he's a pitiable mess right now but he doesn't like people knowing that.

He almost thinks to try to take the canteen away from the child when he sees it. Not to keep it for himself, though he's not so gone as to think that wouldn't be what inevitable happened. But because he doesn't think a child should be dealing with the ugly feedback loop he's stuck in.

It doesn't matter. Kurt's already gone, disappearing and reappearing in a way that Peter would almost think was speed if he himself wasn't fast enough to keep up. Teleportation. That's a new one.

"I would have taken a yes, actually. Powers don't always mean mutant around here." Wanda was a prime example of that. "But that was pretty cool. Teleporting? Really? And you got your powers pretty young."

Not that much younger than Peter had, but still. He hadn't been so in control back then.
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[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-30 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That was a stretch there.

As for the small cloud of gloom they'd just settled over their heads, Adrien wasn't quite sure how to address it, at least not without making it worse. So he fell quiet, focused on the task of working on laundry which he could then shovel over into a pile for Nate to have to deal with. ]
otiosity: (put it away man!!)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-30 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She drops into a crouch trying to get her body to remember what it was like to breathe and maybe to see if the air felt less thin down there. More coughing and shallow breaths. It's unpleasant and she almost forgets that Nate is there. But when he speaks, his voice at least seems closer, like they're moving back to the same plane.

She snaps her eyes to his face, one eyebrow quirked.]


Breath into... Nate, what in Andraste's name do you mean?

[To someone who doesn't even know what a panic attack is, that sounds completely stupid.]
otiosity: (i dont know how i feel about that)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-30 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't worry. It has been shitty in Thedas lately. And "shitty" is the general state of Kirkwall. Hawke just gives a shrug.]

Kirkwall is a bit of a shithole to put it lightly. Sadly, it's become my shithole to protect from people who want to make it even shittier.
prorenataa: (Uniform)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-30 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This close the shield generated by the ring encompasses them both and as such the few blows making it through the dark and across Adrien's shoulders bounce off harmlessly. From all around them come animalistic grunts and thuds, more sounds suggesting that Courser is currently making a good run at distraction and take down.

Still, the bahari can't do it on his own.

Shuddering under a double fisted blow, Adrien turned in towards Tony. Promise, he's not getting fresh here. ]


On a scale of marshmallow to my armor is flying through the cave as we speak, how squishy are you at the moment?
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-30 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It couldn't hurt.

[Though he's not sure what Curré might know about anything--he doesn't put much stock in the captains, even less so now that they've literally run the ship into the ground. Maybe it was technically the new guys that did that, but 76 will lump them all into the same terrible pit of incompetence anyway.]

You don't know what kinds of diseases those things might be carrying.

[Alien ones.]