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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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arcreact: when i know i've licked chocolate syrup off his daughter's chest ((407) it's rly awk to greet the pastor)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony taps his own flashlight against his palm a few times to get it working properly, then looks up sharply. So, it's one of these situations again. ]

Only where terrorists are involved, Mister...?

[ He gives Strange a pointed look. Either he's from a universe that has a Tony Stark inhabiting it, he's some kind of extremely forward mind reader, or there's an even more complicated answer than those first two possibilities. ]
flynnitomite: (The love I hate)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
And what a clever little psycho you are, then.

[Flynn clenches his fingers at the edge of the cot, unsure whether or not revenge takes precedence quite yet, as the psycho has a very good point. He'd really rather not be condemned to shit his pants if he can help it.]

So make up your mind if you're going to give me a trap door or if you're going to murder me. I've already done the latter today and I'm not keen on repeating the experience.

[The suture kit is not beyond Flynn's notice. He figures there's a reasonable chance he can nick something sharp and pointy, if only he can engineer an opening. He is still first and foremost a thief.]
liberaltus: (pic#10319906)

[personal profile] liberaltus 2017-01-02 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Indeed, shame on you Rafe, both for the inappropriate title and that pitiful excuse for an apology. It won't be quite so easy next time.]

Not really, mage, enchanter, sorcerer are all words that we use in my world, but mage is typically the appropriate word...wizard just sounds hideous.

[Just say it out loud to yourself a few time and it doesn't sound appealing at all.]

In my country, however, there are different degrees of mage. You can be an Altus, or a mage with an enduring magical lineage or you can be a Latean, a mage with little or no family history of magic. Some mages have specialties that define them.
takeitslow: ([Unsure])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He mistakes the noise for further irritation. He could have phrased it kinder, but going all out complimentary isn't something he had in him when it comes to Rinzler. It's about baby steps, not leaps.

Peter waits, growing uncomfortable while Rinzler considers whether to answer or attack him or whatever is going on in the program's head. The waiting isn't as bad as it would have been with his powers, only minutes and not hours, and that makes it all the worse. Any and all reminders of what he isn't makes Peter feel like he's standing in the wrong skin.]


Drain? [It makes sense, only in the vaguest of ways. Electronics need power to run. To Peter it sounds like power is something Rinzler needed to survive.] Like, what makes you work?
arcreact: mel do you need this many tinkering icons (tinkering the sixth)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He just smirks to himself at the clapback, silently chambering as many short jokes as he can possibly think up while she climbs atop the book. ]

An army of angry tooth monsters hasn't even spilled out of a closet yet. We've barely scratched the surface of near death experiences.

[ It sounds purposefully hyperbolic, but that's exactly the kind of shit he's already seen happen in the past few months. Some boobytraps? Whatever. ]

Scientist is one word for it. [ He holds a foreign glass instrument up to the light and turns it over a few times as he speaks, which probably lends more to the theory than his actual words do. ] Or maybe I'm just an opportunistic kleptomaniac. Crystal usually nabs a decent price on just about any black market. Probably.
neverheardofhim: (srs bsns)

Absolutely. Varric will entice him with alcohol when he actually writes abt the Moira

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-02 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Varric shook his head. Marian hadn't reacted well to what little he had revealed to her. He wasn't about to upset her by dumping more on her.]

What happens after... After she remembers, after the book ends. Even I don't want to think about it.
Edited 2017-01-02 03:32 (UTC)
neverheardofhim: (angery eyebrows)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
I highly recommend it. [Varric glanced down at his nails, face starting to hurt from the grin pulling at his lips. He looked up at the man and gave him a wink.]

I hear the writer is amazing.

[Of course, the grin quickly faltered, the more he began to think about it. Lowering his hand and clenching at his knees, his expression tightened into something far more serious.]

Just... be careful what you tell her about. I'd hate for you to meet my business partner.
flynnitomite: (That you don't even know my name)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He's been stewing quietly in his own self pity for a while now, spinning the wheels in his head and imagining scenarios where things could possibly be better and coming up with nothing.

And then he hears her voice.

It's funny, he should hate her as much as anyone else right now. After all she betrayed him for Drake, busted his face, and stole his gun.

But ... that was just Chloe Frazer for you.

He looks her over, taking notice of her makeshift crutch, and stands to help her.]


Chloe? What in the world happened to you?
potentialed: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] potentialed 2017-01-02 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ WELL. It's kinda hard when you're one of the most famous men in their world. At that reponse, Stephen gives him a glance, perplexed before he remembers. Oh yeah. Stark had been kidnapped before, hadn't he? ]

Doctor. Doctor Strange.

[ He's then going back to looking at the cave, up at the ceiling and then down as he walks further in. ]

If it helps, I'm not a terrorist.
inconsequence: (❤ seen before on this earth)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-01-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
So they did in that heap of bones and smiles, did they not? A pity, then, that he's evidently long gone. They would call it a relief, but they are rather beyond that. With him gone, they are all much relieved of the judgmental wittering of a ruthless hypocrite, and this can only be for the best.

At least they've a helpful spouter of exposition at their beck and call. How very articulate of him.

"Perhaps I was merely defending myself." They cock their head to one side. "But I see how it is. No matter how deeply someone like that may hurt you," and their grin twists in a brief flash of teeth, "you are never allowed to hurt them back. I see you have all taught Frisk that lesson rather well."
flynnitomite: (It hasn't yet)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[The punch knocks the wind out of him, and Flynn lurches back, gasping for air. It's readily apparent that he's not in shape for a fist fight, and he hates it. He takes deep, rasping breaths, and stares daggers at Drake.]

We both know you'd have done the same, sooner or later. The money was too good. I just beat you to the punch.

[It was just how the game was played. They both knew that.]
takeitslow: ([Game])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes." He doesn't hesitate. "It's part of me J. I can't- If this gives it back, then I'm going to drink it."

What he doesn't say is that he doesn't think she could understand why. What he doesn't say is that not having his powers had felt worse even than the bullet lodge in his leg, than the blade piercing his gut. He's not interested in starting an argument, or trying to guilt her. He doesn't think he could handle it on top of what he feels.

But that doesn't go so far as wanting to lie to her. He doesn't think he'd be very convincing pretending that he's okay. She knows him to well for that.

"I've been better." He gestures with the canteen. "I'd be better if someone would find something more, you know, permanent than this."
arcreact: (} squints at through metal faceplate)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony resists the urge to give an unimpressed sniff at the idea of consulting magic for this, but at the same time, it's increasingly harder to justify brushing that idea aside. Fact is, a lot about the thing seems downright magical, at least where science has failed to produce a decent explanation. ]

I'm getting closer to that conclusion, but it's a process.

[ God, he hates magic!! ]

But "Ingress fixated on pulling in non-sentient organic matter" seems as sound a theory as any. It'd be better if it were pulling in a water source, though.
shadowblends: (❧ sly)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-02 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe if you don't like your teacher or any sort of learning.
arcreact: (scotch for dinner)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
That's a shame, disbelieving laughter is what I was going for.

[ There's something novel about the fact that she just believes him. It's probably a testament to the lives they're all leading. He takes his time slotting the tools back into their case as he ponders the best way to answer that question. The timeframe is easy enough; even someone as bad at timekeeping as Tony is likely to remember the dates of their three months of captivity. ]

How long ago was 2008 — four years ago? Four years, apparently. Honestly, if I'd been doing this my whole life, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead by now and we wouldn't even be having this conversation.
arcreact: what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy ((847) i blew a .213)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Tony looks Deeply Offended at the appearance of the glyph, it's not his fault. That's just the default reaction to magical nonsense. ]

Probably because they can't monitor everything you do that way. Just my guess.
arcreact: 'oh my god the legends are true' ((214) she took off my shirt and said)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ To Tony's enormous acting credit, he almost manages to school his expression. Almost. ]

You could say I've dabbled.

[ LAUGHTRACK.WAV ]

Go ahead and try me.
brokeassgoing: (say whatchu wanna saaaaaay)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I learned plenty on my own-- and my teachers sure did suck. But still, having em here.
buyeverything: (aw nate i'm crying)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2017-01-02 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[So young, so baby-faced. Though that baby face was still there even at normal physical age, though a lot more... tired looking. If he shaves it comes back a lot more. The important question here is, does Elena think this young and baby-faced rich boy is handsome or not.

Very important.

He almost missteps when she seems to remember who he is, but again, there's nothing behind it beyond 'oh hey you're that person'. At least not that he can tell. Maybe she's just got a really good poker face and is just pretending she doesn't remember him. She'll deck him when he least expects it.

He'll raise his hands up as if she's the police coming to arrest him. As they should honestly.]


You got me. Must have seen my mug in a few magazines? God those are the worst things, interviews for magazine articles. The same boring questions every time.

[But oh, right. Elena Fisher.]

... Fisher.

[He squints at her a little, still walking as if trying to place the name. Place the face. After all, people can look different in person than in pictures or videos.]

I know that name... now that I've crapped all over interviews, you haven't interviewed me before have you?

[Can you imagine.]
takeitslow: ([Apathy])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"If you know Jean then that's why." He rubs his eyes. So there were more from the future. No one was ever going to show up from his time, he was sure of it. "The school's apparently open in the future. It wasn't where I'm from."

Peter tilts his head back to look at Kurt, a slight frown on his face. "So you're another one from a future no one wants to tell me about. Did Charles really tell you my name or do you know me? Don't worry about freaking me out, Jean already managed that."

The admittance of age makes the frown deepen. The admittance that something was going on with the newcomers makes him groan. "You just came here, right? Have you heard of anyone else having something weird going on with them? Other than powers related. You know, if you're not just trying to bluff your age. Which I wouldn't try if I were you. They might be kind of out of commission but we've got a lot of psychics around."
ascendit: (it wasn't just about the book)

week 3

[personal profile] ascendit 2017-01-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[This particular trap has just turned half the floor of what looks like it was once a community hall into a giant pit. With a yell that's half surprise and half warning, Nate grabs the back of the guy's belt and hurls himself backwards away from the new pit, force, training, and the extra weight of his gunblade holstered on his hip compensating for his smaller size.]
otiosity: (how big was it?)

[personal profile] otiosity 2017-01-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
My mother was a noble, technically. My father was just a lowly mage and I was raised in the woods. So I'm only half noble who's just really wealthy and famous.

[She wrinkles her nose and snorts.]

"Lady" never really fit me. You're much more the sort.
flynnitomite: (But I never was very good)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-02 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn reels back with a high-pitched yelp and lands square on his ass. He takes a few long, measured breaths, stares into the pit, then turns to see his savior.]

Looks like I owe you one, boy.
warandpeace: (I ѕeeĸ тo cυre wнαт'ѕ deep ιɴѕιde)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2017-01-02 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He has no frame of reference or predisposition to believe in that sort of thing. But he's at least seen enough evidence of it existing here, in this universe, that he can't dismiss her words entirely. That there's some mysterious quantifiable property they haven't yet explored.]

Whatever this is has some sort of liquid in it. [He lifts up his foot to look at the sole of it, face creasing up unhappily behind his glasses. Yeah. Not pleasant.]

Do you know if it's several organisms interconnected yet? Or only one?
arcreact: (50 shades of deadeyed self-hatred)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-02 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I have no doubt. But is it just me, or was that vaguely threatening?

[ u wanna fight, varric ]