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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: (taking aim)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-03 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[What, seriously? This is on him?! Nate thought he was here as a backup mainly, or because it's not a good idea to go out alone. Daryl's a little off his rocker if he expects Nate to actually get the shot, but fine. He did agree and prepare himself.

He's almost indignant when he hits the creature.]
efficacy: (✓ 053)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-03 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you're not entirely wrong. Fancy parties are kind of an occupational hazard for me. I'm no noble, but I do run a very big business. Fancy parties are part and parcel of it all, sometimes.

[ And sometimes it's fun, other times not so much. The choice of words garners Hawke a faint breath of laughter, but it's not an entirely happy sound. ]

Yes. Cheerfully. [ Sadly, back home Tony was more interested in tinkering with his suits than spending time with her. She sort of understands why, but... Shaking her head a little, she refocuses on Hawke, frowning slightly. ]

I'm sorry to hear it. That sounds... confusing, to say the least. It must be difficult to navigate something like that.
brokeassgoing: (bow wow)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-03 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Angel wings. They aren't big enough to carry her but they flutter.
jedimindtrick: thehollowestartists @ tumblr (☆ 33)

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2017-01-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Without the benefit of their hearty Force connection, Obi-Wan must rely on all-too-human reflexes. He does sense Anakin's anger, although not in the same manner as he's used to feeling it first.

Before his friend can make a job of utterly destroying the already massacred helmet, Kenobi's own lightsaber parries Anakin's blade, the sound of the clashing lightsabers like the tugging call of a life once familiar. His other hand shoves, flat to Skywalker's heart, discouraging him from further action, disengaging him from the scene.
]

Anakin— [ He makes an attempt to direct Skywalker away. ] That's enough!

[ His own fear and anger is hard enough to hide, but he swallows down all he can in an attempt to keep himself as centered as possible. He needs to be here for his friend, but he also needs to be in control. ]

What good is that? [ His voice is clipped, not spared of strain. ] If you're going to waste your energy, do so on something productive!
brokeassgoing: (wanna run that by me again)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It is what it is.
liberaltus: unless otherwise stated (Default)

[personal profile] liberaltus 2017-01-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
The Maker's gift to mankind the both of you are.

[Not another terrible novel, Dorian's not entirely certain his heart could take another one of those!]

I don't think it will come to a battle of flames, she tends to lean more on winter spells in my experience with her. [] Flirting is going to be very awkward from this point on, you realize.

[Because you are, essential the female version of the Hake he knows and that is simply bizarre.]

Hawke Two it is then.
efficacy: (✓ 119)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
If the man can whip up a suit of armor out of box of scraps, I should think this will be a piece of cake. Otherwise, I'll be forced to heckle him mercilessly.

[ She gives a crooked little smirk and slips the broken compass carefully back into her pocket for safekeeping. ]

True enough. I don't know, this whole place gives me the creeps, to be honest.

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2017-01-03 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He gets lost in that anger longer than he realizes. Or maybe it's the opposite, and he's lost all sense of his center that it feels like an eternity when time doesn't matter so much in that moment. Whether it's physically a long moment or not, it's still too long in that he's lost control at all. The clash of their blades is jarring, and he pushes back with a concerted effort to get back to the subject of his ire. It's only when Obi-Wan physically shoves him backwards that the concentration on that rage, his swimming in it, is broken.

He leans against the cave wall, breathing heavily as he glares back at Obi-Wan. The lecture--because it's always a lecture, stirs less nostalgia in him than it does indignation. He may not be lost in that anger anymore, but it continues to simmer on the surface, manifesting itself in the way he clenches and unclenches his free hand over and again.]


All I'm doing, [his tone rises to meet that being hurled at him] is finishing what we should have done when the damn thing was given to you.

[If this isn't an indication that this...legacy, this horrible fate he doesn't want, couldn't ever want, is going to follow him until there's nothing left of him to follow, he doesn't know what other sign could possibly make that clearer.]
Edited 2017-01-03 01:51 (UTC)
arcreact: (301) again? ((240) banned from zoo.)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ "I'm not a terrorist," he says. ]

Thanks, I'm very reassured.

[ Honestly, Strange, pls. Tony's own light goes to the seams where the walls meet the ground, idly looking for signs of water flow even as he banters. ]

"Doctor Strange" sounds a little like a supervillain name, though, while we're on the topic. Might wanna work on that branding.
soldiergenes: (and now i am sure)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-03 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adrien's whole planet would be forfeit? It doesn't even seem like he'd left purposefully, so the fact that he'd be punished so severely for breaking his contract is ridiculous. Not that Snake could expect the CDC to function with any kind of rationality, after what he's heard.

Yeah, in comparison their current captain seems like a saint, doesn't he? At least they're all allowed to leave whenever they want, even if it is a risk. ]


You really think they wouldn't notice you were gone for all this time? [ Even though he's more engaged in conversation now, Snake's gaze continues to scan all around them. ] I guess if the operation is really as big as you say, one person might be able to slip through the cracks.

[ Snake hopes that turns out to be the case, anyway. The alternative sounds unimaginable.

He glances back to Adrien. ]
Well, either way, good luck. It sounds like you're gonna need it.
worn_wings: (➶ 029)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2017-01-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, he's just trying to share the glory, buddy. His shot comes close on the heels of Nate's, landing deep in the side of the same beast. Overkill, maybe, but he couldn't get a clear line of sight on the other buck.

The animals both jump and run, crashing frantically through the brush. With a joyous shout, Daryl gives Nate a good (maybe slightly too enthusiastic) congratulatory thump on the shoulder. ]
soldiergenes: (i try to keep myself)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-03 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ All the evidence about how a soldier performs better when there's someone else at his or her side makes perfect sense. Sometimes, it doesn't even need to be a physical thing. Having those people on Codec, knowing they would check in on Snake when he was struggling, or that they would be devastated if they saw his vital signs flatline, it had kept him going more than a few times. And then there had been Meryl, Otacon... if it hadn't been for those two, maybe he wouldn't have made it out of Shadow Moses alive. Even with all of that in mind, though, it still takes some pushing to get him to accept help. Thankfully, Angela knows the correct spots to apply pressure.

Snake's familiar enough with the idea of liquid sutures or "glue" that he isn't put off when he sees what Angela takes out of her kit. Not that he would question most of what she did to him; at this point, he trusts her enough that he wouldn't balk even at some new medical technology he didn't recognize, so long as she explained how it worked to him before using it.

This is what friends do for each other, Angela insists, and Snake can't exactly argue the point with her either. It's not like he would expect anything from her if he were to help her with something, after all, but sometimes that sense of obligation is difficult to shake off. It's something he'll keep in the back of his mind for now as he reaches out for the bowl of stew and takes a testing taste.

Maybe it's just because of how hungry he is, or maybe it really is that good, but either way it tastes incredible and he makes an approving noise before having another spoonful. ]
If the food's gonna taste like this, you can hog all you want.

[ Snake realizes that it's going to be difficult for Angela to work on him if he's got his head bowed down to eat, though, so he forces himself to stop for at least a few moments and turn his head toward her so she can access the gash. They're close to each other, but he isn't leaning yet, his back straight as he goes still. ]
flynnitomite: (Well played)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Cute.

[He gets it. He's going to get cut on. Not fun, but an improvement on getting shot and left for dead. Regardless, it's hard to find the doctor sinister or intimidating after Zoran.]

As far as I can gather, it's stuck on wherever it touches skin. Good job I wasn't going commando, yeah?
jedimindtrick: thehollowestartists @ tumblr (☆ 43)

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2017-01-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Had the moment been approached differently, perhaps Obi-Wan would have reason to give ground, but as it's happened, he finds he only wants to answer ire with ire. ]

That's all you're doing?

[ Standing ready between Skywalker and Vader's helmet, Kenobi does an arguably impressive job of maintaining a sense of power without the Force. Age has given him this. Success and motivation has given him this. A Council standing behind him has allowed for such confidence. It's only a shame Anakin has hardly been offered the same consideration. Perhaps he wouldn't look so... wild now had he been given what he needed from the start. ]

How could I have been so blind? Wildly stabbing away at an inanimate object is every bit the rational response, of course.

Honestly, Anakin, do you really think this helps? Does it make you feel any better to allow a— a shadow such hold over you? A destiny that isn't necessarily even your own?

[ He narrows his eyes a bit, and the set of his jaw betrays how very much it hurts him to say anything at all. But they're friends, aren't they? Best friends, two parts of a whole, family. ]

Why must you hold on to this so tightly?
patchricide: (62)

[personal profile] patchricide 2017-01-03 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
What, the space mice?

[She stops in the middle of what she's doing and turns, because space mice are that important. She looks at one, which looks back with an unusual intelligence, before smiling at the kid.]

They're all very dear friends of mine. They will do just about anything, as long as I ask them nicely enough.
notglitching: (red - above)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
The ticking rattle grated out a little harsher in reply—someone wasn't particularly pleased with the lack of comprehension. Or maybe it was the need to disarm that it implied. Rinzler lagged a moment longer, but further data seemed unlikely without words, and as many edges as the maybe-threat possessed, it hadn't seemed any faster than he was.

One hand lowered, reclipping a baton at his side before reaching across to tap the TAB affixed to his right wrist. A holographic interface materialized, condensing rapidly to a keyboard and projected textbox.

Purpose?

Someone's got brevity down to an art form. The letters scrolled out in red-orange against a dark grey backdrop, a matching shade to the circuit lights glowing just behind.
wallride: art by <user name=thebutt> (bad idea)

[personal profile] wallride 2017-01-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's going to have to be that way now, ain't it?

[he rolls his eyes, then takes a step back, eyeing the walls of the hole. he could wallride up pretty easily, though the size of it will probably make him dizzy...

ah, maybe he should've thought this through a bit more.]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (Diamonds are a girl's best friend)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2017-01-03 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Haha. Trust me, it's pretty far away from being 'fancy.' [She laughs, approving the attention and look he's giving to her.]

That your usual place? Sounds rather gloomy to me.
knaval: (for me)

[personal profile] knaval 2017-01-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
That's what people tell me but... it happens in everyone's future. I think no matter what, it is going to happen.

[he shrugs.]

I'm not saying they're wrong for being angry with me, is what I mean.
arcreact: (gun icon™)

[personal profile] arcreact 2017-01-03 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Focusing on protecting the guy you gave your magical shield ring to while leaving yourself defenseless seems like an inefficient allocation of resources, in Tony's opinion. Not that he has much time for opinions right now, but there will be words later.

He may not have the extensive hand-to-hand combat experience that Adrien does, but he isn't a sitting duck, either; he does his own combat training in his free time, and though the suit certainly makes for a different combat experience, a fight is a fight. He manages to avoid more blows than he doesn't, and the remainder bounce off the shielding Adrien has so kindly loaned him, probably preventing a few injuries that would've been deeply unpleasant otherwise. He tries to keep an eye on Adrien and Courser amidst the chaos, which is likely the only reason he spots the pattern in what Courser is doing. The bahari had been guiding them earlier, so it makes sense that he'd be doing so again in the thick of battle.

He retracts (most) of the uncharitable thoughts he's ever had about the little alien.

Things seem to be going as well as they can under the circumstances, until he sinks his knife into the flank of one of the attacking beasts deeply enough that he fails to jerk it back out in time. Pain shoots through his wrist as the creature thrashes back, knife twisting out of Tony's grasp in the process, and Tony decides to do what any superhero would do in this situation:

Punch your problems.

He hauls back and decks the thing in some approximation of where its face would be, heedless of the pain already throbbing through his arm and trusting the ring to do its job for the rest. It's more than a little satisfying when he hears the thing go down in a heap on the cave floor.

It'd probably be a cooler moment if there weren't still several more trying to kill them. ]
jedimindtrick: thehollowestartists @ tumblr (☆ 42)

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2017-01-03 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Nono. What you should be saying is that they're not wrong for being angry. Full stop. As noble as it may be to take on the mantle of your future self, you can't ultimately be held responsible for something that has neither occurred or occurred to you.

You must understand why this is unfair. Not to say what happened isn't unfair to those who experienced it, but the burden cannot be yours until it's truly yours.

Do you see what I mean? Even shoulders as strong as yours shouldn't be required to support alone the whole of the universe.
patchricide: (Do I have to keyword all of them?)

[personal profile] patchricide 2017-01-03 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She pouts.] Disappointed? If anything, I'm relieved.

I would much rather deal with someone's bad attempt at humor than talk about that again.
patchricide: (54)

no worries, trust me I get it

[personal profile] patchricide 2017-01-03 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks... surprisingly unconcerned about the weight, even though she's presently smaller than he is.]

Oh, I wouldn't doubt that they could. I don't know what they'd use, but I'm sure that if Pidge were to look at a house like this... [She gestures to the very simple and unassuming home.] There's surely all kinds of useful components that we're missing.
patchricide: (I swear to space Jesus)

[personal profile] patchricide 2017-01-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Did you forge your home out of raw iron? Because I don't see how anything else could remain standing, with those kinds of hobbies.
seeingscarlet: (snark; 061)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2017-01-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Whatever. It won't happen right away, but Wanda fully expects him to turn up one night when she's cooking, when he's hungry enough to take an easier way out (and satisfied that the food hasn't killed anyone). Lokis have much more in common with stray cats than they'd like to admit.

So of course she's sure he's joking.]


And you're worried about these tasting strange?

[Don't eat crew members, Loki. You don't know where they've been.]