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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm

december event log

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content


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the outer gate
"Open up, and let them in."

The Moira is no more.

With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.

WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB






Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.

WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.

Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.

Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.

Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing.
WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.

During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.

The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up.
WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.

Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.

The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be.
WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.

After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.

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sketchycharacter: (pic#10162784)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Wonderful, not they match. All the eyes rolling around.]

Next time I'll be sure to use a pop culture reference you're familiar with for my snappy one-liner.
brokeassgoing: (can i get a puff puff)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-31 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Okay...?
flynnitomite: (in every way)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[That's unlikely, seeing as Flynn's as familiar with old Hollywood as Nate is with Bill Shakes.]

Or you could let me have the last word for once, yeah?
brokeassgoing: (can i get a puff puff)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-31 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Out here? You never know.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162805)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
'For once'? What the hell's that supposed to mean?
flynnitomite: (you're gonna fall for me)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah that's cute, act like you don't know you're an insufferable smartass.
brokeassgoing: (lemme tell ya)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-31 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Welp you semi ruined it-- but at least you admitted it.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162758)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Only sometimes.

[When he tries.]
tearsinajar: haystacked (ι вlaмe ιт on мy own ѕυpply)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-31 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
There's nothing for me to get excited over.

[ If she gives any glances when the tops come off, don't flatter yourself, Harry, she's not checking out the goods. It's all for medical reasons, and she'll keep it professional. Calm yo now exposed tiddy.

Elena pauses and stares. She's not staring because of anything she's attracted to, she's staring because there's... He's a mess. More so than her. Or on the same level. She's not sure anymore. But there's scarring, a lot of it, and the biggest one that sticks out is the one to the chest.

That had been the difference between them.

Moving closer to him, she wants a better look at what she'll need to stitch up. The Ingress hadn't completely mopped his sorry ass up.
]

Jesus...
flynnitomite: (the worst)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wait. Only sometimes you know you're a smartass? Or you're only a smartass sometimes?

[He is genuinely confused.]
liberaltus: unless otherwise stated (Default)

[personal profile] liberaltus 2016-12-31 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
I was confused, ashamed, angry, and sixteen. Confused by my desires, angry that I'd been promised to a life of utter misery, ashamed because I wasn't what my family hoped I would be. As a teenager I desperately wanted to follow the urges I had been smothering along with myself. It did not get much better, once I realized who I was and what I wanted there was this battle between duty and self-honesty. What my family expected of me and what I wanted.

[It was an ugly battle, but Dorian decided to love himself as much as he possibly could, but enough about him, he quirked his lips in a smile.]

Of course you can't complain, it's been quite some time since I complemented you so thoroughly and I've been terribly moody this past week. I haven't been up to my usual standards.

[Dorian knew his struggles were different from Kazuhira's, he simply laid a hand on the other man's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.] I think you have the response of a warrior...Seekers in particular do the things that need to be done, it's not always pleasant, but someone has to do the things that others cannot or will not, I think. I'm not entierly certain that there is such a thing as black and white anymore. [Growing up in a world like Thedas meant there were plenty moral grey areas one could exploit.]

I'm not entirely sure that I do do it. What was it he said? You let it keep hurting, because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that? [Dorian made an unusual sound in the back of his throat.] That was in reference to me, a spirit that could sense feelings would point out that I glitter to gloss my hidden hurts, I suppose that's a way of handling it.

flynnitomite: (pic#10885365)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[In light of everything else, it was easy for him to disregard the dull throb of pain coming from the various smaller injuries he'd picked up in Shambhala. A gash from one of those freakish yeti suits on his back. Bullet grazes. Bruises he couldn't place if you paid him to.

But the scars he's unaware of, as he'd been walking around with the impression that if he was up and breathing then all of that must've been ... undone, somehow.

He chuckles at her. I mean, it can't be that bad, right?]


See, what'd I tell you?

[When in doubt, flirt.]
sketchycharacter: (excuse me what)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, way to dilute the impact of your sick burn.]

Uh, the second one.
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10656285)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-31 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
You...haven't looked at yourself, have you...

[ And Elena meant really looked. Not just whip off his shirt and jacket and sit there expectantly.

She wants so much to back away, step outside and gulp down air, but she's rooted to the floor. Elena can't look away from that bullet wound.
]

You're going to need stitches.
flynnitomite: (On some sunny day)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Well you're wrong.

[BABY FIGHtS]
flynnitomite: (of the bedroom)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Why're you acting so squeamish, love? It's nothing you haven't seen before.

[He looks down at himself and is barely able to make out the inflamed pink scar tissue where Zoran had shot him in the chest. Easier to see is he criss-crossed mess of shrapnel scarring across his abdomen. And below that, disturbingly, his beltloops growing from his skin. Again he worries about certain plumbing essentials.]

Oh, shit.

[There's a brief pause.]

I guess bikini season's out for me now, eh?
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162777)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-31 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Ugh Flynn why are you like this]

Whatever. At least I'm not the one with freaky pants and a wound to my ass.
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10656290)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-31 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't reply, she doesn't know how. Best to let him scope things out for himself, half hearing his reaction. He doesn't know it but what he says after that is enough to almost make her sick to her stomach, feeling like a rock's dropped down to the very pit of it.

The tent's too hot, too small, and Elena forces herself back a step, two.
]

I'll— I'll get the doctor...

[ That's right where she leaves him, sitting on the cot and shirtless, turning and trying not to stagger and bump into another cot in the process. ]
flynnitomite: (pic#10885367)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He's puzzled by her reaction and wonders if he's grown a second head down there or something. He watches her retreat for a moment before pawing at his body, contorting to see what horrific thing had set her off like that. That pulls at his other injuries and he swears to himself before settling back into the cot.]
flynnitomite: (And I'll be right here)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2016-12-31 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[No why are YOU like this, Drake?????]

See what I mean? You can't just let anything go, can you?

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-12-31 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He thinks to mention that going hard isn't even in the same realm of what he means. It's a sarcastic means of distraction rather unlike the pragmatic Obi-Wan he knows, but interrupting that pedantic means of argument is the very real distraction that keeps Obi-Wan from even retorting properly.

Anakin follows that line of sight, watching his former Master creep closer to whatever he's peering at, but in the darkness, he sees nothing. Part of him says that of course it's nothing, but there's that deeper voice, the one that only seems to burst out screaming, whispering now when it no longer has the Force to feed on, telling...begging him to follow.

He ignores the gnawing in his gut at that, the anxiety that should have served as a red flag. It might have, if anxiety hadn't been so invasive and loud through the last few weeks that it has become almost impossible to distinguish one sense of dread from another.

Instead, all he can think is that whatever Obi-Wan thinks he's seen--whether he has or not--has to be better than continuing to watch this insufferable party. He hooks his arm in Obi-Wan's and pulls them both off toward the cave before he can second-guess himself.]


Then let's make sure you didn't.

[The logic seems perfectly sound, thank you.]
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10656291)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-31 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ The corner might've come too suddenly as she went to the tall cabinet where they kept a majority of their supplies, gratefully moving to duck around it. Thank god for those pacs, being able to shrink everything down for easier portage.

Being out of sight, Elena takes a minute to try and steady her breathing now that she's no longer standing face to face with Flynn. She digs the edge of the counter into her stomach thinking that'll help the unsettled feeling there, the cupboard cool against her forehead, her heavy breaths leaving a faint fog against the door.

All she needs is a minute, one minute. Then she should be good to head back and treat him.

Her hands won't stop shaking, even the one hanging out of the sling. Tensed muscles aren't helping with the broken limb but that's out of her control. Swallowing hard and straightening up, she begins to pull open drawers and go through the cupboards, just trying to focus on keeping calm and pushing back against the anxiety that's threatening to crush her.

It's tough, she's fumbling through one drawer, her hand is shaking that bad.

Elena's always hated that feeling, the cold that's left behind after the adrenaline leaves, the inability to get warm again, the shaking.

She closes her eyes against it, squeezes them shut. Breathes in, breathes out. Breathe.
]
otiosity: (face meet palm)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-31 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[She just stares at him. Unable to believe that this is the second time it's happened to him. After a few seconds, she snorts and raises a pretend glass to him.]

Here's to us and terrible luck. At least we have that in common.
shadowblends: (❧ wary)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-31 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"It seemed to be running strongly when I arrived." He wrinkles his nose in contemplation, trying to figure out how Peter would know who Jean is, but have no clue as to who he is. The only thing he can think of is that Jean has been here longer, gotten more of a chance to know the other mutants. So, that would mean he's probably one of the newest ones. "Ja, I do. She is one of my friends, teammates and fellow students."

He probably could have went simply with 'friend', though he felt like going with that seemed rather vague. Kurt and Jean hadn't spent much time together - not like they'd gotten a chance to, but that was something that could be worked on.

It's clear that Peter is frustrated and while he's hopeful that he's helping instead of hindering, part of him thinks he should mind his own business. If only caring less was in his nature.

"... I see. I am a mutant, then." The boy drops into a crouch, shoulders tucking between his knees, hands settling at his feet. "Oh, that's because in all actuality, I'm seventeen."

Another shift - only to flick his tail around so the heart-shaped end can hover near his shoulders in his hunched position. "Something happened to my body when I arrived here."
Edited 2016-12-31 04:37 (UTC)
shadowblends: (❧ defeated)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-31 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Now, all you have to do is be ready for the disorientation and possible nausea.

[He bounces his way back to Badou's side, grins up at him after grabbing onto his arm and shuts his eyes to focus on where he wants to go.

After a few minutes, the two of them disappear in a haze of blue-black smoke, reappearing just outside of the camp in the same manner. Kurt stands there a moment then moves his hands to grip the sides of his head, completely thrown off at the fact he's feeling this lightheaded himself; he'd underestimated the amount of energy it would take to move someone else along with him at this size.]