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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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takeitslow: ([Slang])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not? You're standing there." He blinks up at her, one eyebrow slowly raising. She's closer than anyone else at the moment, which is about as far as his thoughts had gotten. He cranes to look around her, just to be sure there's not something he wasn't aware of to make a simple offer seem offensive.

"If you don't want it, you could just say so." He finally huffs after a moment. "It's just food."
takeitslow: ([Sass])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-30 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right." Chara had never spoken about Toriel before. Peter only found out when he started working with the woman, and even then by accident. But he'd seen the same look on Toriel he'd seen on the face of his own mother whenever the woman talked about her kids. That wasn't the kind of look someone could insist away.

"I think that's something you should take up with her, because she certainly thinks so. If it were me, I wouldn't argue about it. She's not the kind of lady I'd go messing with."

inconsequence: (❤ alright ive got a One Free Kinkshame)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Chara smiles, lifting their eyebrows with the air of someone who's just heard something funny. And it is, isn't it? It's ever so hilarious. Don't argue about it, Chara. You wouldn't know, Chara. She knows best for you, Chara.

She knows best for all her children. You know, the ones she seared to death with her fire magic. Those ones. She loved them with all her heart. And then, because they know how love reaches its natural conclusion, she LOVED them just as well.

And they LOVED her right on back.

"No?" Chara simply sounds distantly, vaguely amused. "I wouldn't know about that. I did kill her, you know."
notglitching: (red - turn away)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-30 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rinzler isn't stupid. Still, it's a rare millicycle when anyone else realizes—and outright bizarre to hear this user recognize the fact. It draws a momentary stare, noise rolling out in a low, irregular rhythm, before he bypasses the mismatch for the actual data at hand.

He has noticed the losses. Weakness, damage, equipment sabotage—but mostly drain, of one kind or another. He hasn't noticed any change in 'humanity', though, and the user's distinction takes a moment to parse—in no small part because Rinzler's never thought of Peter as any different than the rest.

But this isn't the first time he's stressed his sub-class, is it? Mutant, not human. Powers, not power. User powers. Abilities.

He's lost his speed.

Oh. That does change things. Sound catches, the wary tension in the enforcer's frame... not vanishing, not quite. Still, it's a noticeable shift. Rinzler's never been quick enough to match this user, but even in this state, he's likely stronger. He's certainly more skilled. The implications are equal parts obvious and strange; he's guarded himself against this threat's intentions for nearly a full cycle, and now... it really can't harm him at all.

The helmet fixes for several seconds, then dips: a grudging nod. Fair is fair, but if the user mocks him, he'll make sure it regrets the trade.]


Power drain.
ryuuzaki: (...)

[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2016-12-30 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head as he takes the item.]

I really don't know. The ship we were on was built here, and there should be a sort of university somewhere -- the Captain and First Mate were educated there. Apparently, the Moira was intended as a training vessel, which doesn't necessarily fit . But in geographical terms, we aren't anywhere near Acelight's headquarters, and why there would be abandoned settlements at the Midway Hub....

[The kid can't see his frown.]

It doesn't make me optimistic.

[He fiddles with the item with his gloved hands, then raises it to the level of his eyes and examines it much more closely. It looks like there may be a sequence you're meant to follow to open it or activate it.]

Have you ever seen a puzzle box?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pure sound)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-30 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[he unhooks it, holding it up.]

You might recognise this nasty piece of Vishkar tech, but I've reprogrammed it. It'll heal you instead of harm you!
coldhardy: (afraid)

Elsa | Frozen

[personal profile] coldhardy 2016-12-30 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[WEEK TWO - ARRIVAL]
[Things are better in Arendelle than they were. The chaos that followed Elsa's coronation has been cleared. Hans has been sent packing. Elsa has skated with Anna, and it's spring again.

She walks through the halls of her castle, making plans for the future -- and suddenly she's on a rocky precipice. The air around her has completely changed. One look shows that the ground is far below, at least twenty five or thirty feet. Something else is different, too, but she doesn't immediately notice, not until her hair falls into her face.

Her hair is neither braided nor in a sensible bun: instead, it hangs over her left shoulder. Then she looks down and sees that she's not wearing the blue gown she'd made for herself anymore: she's wearing the sedate dress she'd worn to her coronation, teal with black sleeves and a fuchsia mantle.

That's weird. Thankfully, she's not wearing gloves... but a more careful glance around reveals a small pile of items on the ground behind her, next to an odd arch, positioned as though she might have just stepped through it. The gloves she'd worn with this dress are there, along with her tiara, her trinket box, a wooden candlestick from her dresser, a carrot. (A carrot? On closer examination, it looks like Olaf's nose.)

Well, it's all magic -- it must be. Some magic has brought her here and caused her ice dress to revert to its original form. After a few minutes of bewilderment, then of slowly peeking out around the rocks to look at the alien landscape around and beneath her, she concludes that unless she's imprisoned, she can use her own magic to get herself out of the most immediate part of this predicament. It can be a slide or a ladder or just a series of steps, as long as she can make them go from up here down to there. It won't get her home, or explain why she isn't there, but it will be a first step towards answers and assistance, and if she runs into trouble, she can defend herself. Is anyone else's magic greater? She doesn't think so, but she doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger aside from being stuck, and maybe someone whose own magic is very great would be interesting to meet.

She raises her arm to make ice and then loft it, the introductory step that she's most used to --

and her arm won't raise above her waist. Rather, the effort of doing so is incredibly taxing, and distracting enough that she momentarily sets aside the idea of getting down. She shoots a perplexed glance at her arm, then tries again.

The result is the same. The arm doesn't hurt: it's just tired, as if she's never had the strength in it to raise it any higher. She makes the same attempt a few times, frowning, to no avail, then decides to focus on the magic again.

It's not dependent on her ability to use her arm, so the ice should form, but nothing happens, and then she tries again, and nothing happens again. She kicks the ground in frustration, and some pebbles go skidding over the edge of the rock plateau that she'll be stuck on until she finds a way down.

Someone is wandering past the base of the rock formation, and as they do so, the pebbles just miss them, skittering into the dirt a few feet away.

It occurs to her that she may not be able to climb down on her own after all if she can't rely on her arms... and after kicking somebody with a bunch of pebbles, she wants to apologize. So she shouts down, in a thin voice,]

Hello down there! [Then, trying to sound a little braver,] Do you know where I am?

[She has no idea who they are or why any of this is happening to her: nothing about any of this is familiar, and in spite of her determination not to be afraid, she finds that she's becoming more and more terrified: without her magic, and her kingdom, she's just a young woman. As she waits for a response from the person below -- no, people, there are quite a few of them! -- she shudders. But being frustrated and determined and friendly is better, for now, than feeling afraid, so she tries to conceal her fear.]

redshitlord: (Move across the night)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-30 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well! Hey!

Now you've got one. Congrats.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pure sound)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Great! [he calls up from the bottom. true to form, his leg armour absorbed the impact.] You gonna give me a lift out or am I gonna have to claw out of here myself?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (jamming)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-30 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[lúcio watches this display very carefully, fully aware that this is probably something that adrien would never show to anyone ever.

he's slow and deliberate as he makes his way over to the crate and carefully puts a hand on adrien's shoulder.]


You wanna take a quick nap? I think it'll be fine for a couple hours. I'll come get you if anything happens.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (Cool Pose)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-12-30 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
For sure!

[he activates the gun's sonic properties, running it at the lowest capacity. he'll play it by ear and turn it up if necessary. as a rule, he doesn't generally use the speed boost on kids and doesn't want to accidentally exhaust them.]

That should start to effect you in the next couple seconds.
knaval: (real enough yet)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-31 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? We got WiFi and downloaded the entire human entertainment continuity.

[he nods.]

I've seen every episode of FRIENDS. I'm a Joey.
flynnitomite: (But I never was very good)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn hops on one leg swearing, holding his ankle, which bleeds through the fabric of his jeans.]

Stupid bloody hunk of scrap!

[The display doesn't help one bit—in fact it does quite the opposite as his flesh is hewn to his pants, and he only manages to tear at the wounds moreso.

He falls directly on his bleeding ass, yelping.]
flynnitomite: (It's a crying shame)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's truly astounding how she manages to throw a wet towel over the concept of taking off one's clothes.]

Don't get too excited, now.

[He slinks over to a cot, sits, and unceremoniously shucks off his shirt and jacket, letting them fall to his feet.]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (Of the one who broke my heart)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-12-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Well, in fact it wasn't on top of her mind to have a serious talk. There really hadn't been anything too specific when she had coaxed him to face her, other than to make him move and get up. But if the lack of eye contact and the way he keeps withdrawing away from her indicates something it's that he's bracing himself for more than just tongue-in-cheek flirt. She can feel her shoulders tense up and the bottom of her stomach drops.

She doesn't want to take the dive but.. they might as well do this. It's not like there isn't anything real in her mind at the moment regarding him. Them.

"Should you really be drinking that?" She nods at the canteen in his hand. She's aware of the effects of it, both good and bad, and doesn't want him to take any more of it than he already has. But that's about just as much she's going to say about it. She doesn't really have room to tell him what to do.

She tips her head slightly to side and bites down on her lip, inhaling deep. Her tongue is tied and there's something about his current state that makes her feel small.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing."
sketchycharacter: (side-eye)

bless that icon

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Nate manages to get Q off him, though the robodog is in a defensive stance now, clearly ready to act if Flynn takes a swing at Nate or is just enough of an asshole in general.]

I told you to leave him alone. Are you done now?
kuekuatsu: (ORLY?)

[personal profile] kuekuatsu 2016-12-31 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
He thanks her with a curt nod of his head, his lips curling up slightly:

"Which girl doesn't like riling her up father, really?" he asks teasingly. He's seen his fair share of father issues in his life, trust him.

He takes a small sip at first. It's not his favorite whiskey, but right here, right now, it's probably the best whiskey he's ever had. The burning feeling in his throat has something almost comforting, and it reminds Logan that for the first time in his life, he'll have to pace himself, since the alcohol will get to his head now.

"You were on the ship before it crashed?" he asks, before taking another sip from his mug.

"How did it got wrecked anyway?" No one has told him about the crash yet. And not that Logan is overly curious, but there's not much to talk about on this desolated planet.
flynnitomite: (Never a moment for me)

i really miss UC2 multiplayer

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He shoots Drake a wide-eyed, unhinged glare.]

You son of a bitch, you're lucky I don't have a gun.

[His attention turns to roboCujo.]

That thing'd better have an off switch.
sketchycharacter: (now wait a guldarn minute)

the things I missed coming to the series late

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He actually has no idea if Q has an off switch. Maybe? Probably not.]

Because you don't have a gun, it's better if you just walk away. He won't attack if I tell him not to.

[But mess with his doggie and all bets are off.]

Go get your ass fixed in medtent or something. It's that way.
Edited 2016-12-31 01:55 (UTC)
flynnitomite: (I know you think that it's over)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He staggers to his feet, glancing from Q to Drake.]

Don't think this is over, Drake. Someday you're not going to have the tin dog watching over you.

[With that he makes a vulgar hand gesture at the dog and begins to shuffle in the direction of the med tent.]
alan_1: (concerned dadface2)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-12-31 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Alan’s not sure what Rinzler means at first. He follows the program’s gesture back to camp and then back to him, puzzled. Rinzler can’t mean…?

Except of course he does. He’d blamed himself for Alan’s death during the Caducan attack as well, regardless of how little he had to do with it, and Alan had tried to talk him out of that as well.]


That, [Alan says, motioning back at camp,] has nothing to do with your decisions. The ship crashed because of how the captains used the Ingress. That’s their failure, not yours.

[He holds the program's gaze for another moment and then looks away, back towards the fire in the distance. Perhaps this really was Rinzler’s decision. The program’s life on the Moira has been full of struggle and not all of it has been because of Clu. Probably not even most of it. But was it so terrible that another lifetime on the Grid was preferable?] Do you really think going back will be any better? He’ll reset you. You know that, [Alan says quietly.] And if he remembers what happened here, he’ll make sure you never get a chance like this again. And if he doesn’t… [He looks back at the program with a sigh.] We both know how that ends.

[Slavery or erasure -- those are the only two possible outcomes if Rinzler returns to the Grid.] Is that really what you want?
sketchycharacter: (eyeroll)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[eyerooooooll]

Yeah, yeah, you'll get me and my little dog too.

[He's not even cool enough to be a Wicked Witch.]
flynnitomite: (of all your enemies)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn stops and pivots on his heel.]

Wot? I don't get it.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162781)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
...you've never seen the Wizard of Oz? Seriously?

[That's just sad.]
flynnitomite: (we'll be nemeses)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn shakes his head and rolls his eyes.]

Typical bloody Yank.