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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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a_shadow: (Pleased)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-08 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Chocolate.

[ She nearly chuckles a bit at the thought of it—some big, chocolaty treat with nougats and peanuts and caramel. And having thought of it, she goes ahead and opens the box. There it is, a plump caramel truffle nestled in the center of the box. ]

Want it?
takeitslow: ([Speech])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-08 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," Peter frowns. "But I'm not sure that I'm going home. Not until I know what Wanda's going to do."

He thinks they're close enough that he could tell her his plans without worrying J would run off to tell. And he thinks it won't come as too much of a shock to her. Peter hasn't talked much of home and he knows J is well aware of just what he's willing to do for his sister. He'll go wherever Wanda asks.

"What about you? Do you want to leave?"
Edited 2017-01-08 05:23 (UTC)
flynnitomite: (on the day your ship comes in)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-08 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to come to grips with what, exactly, he feels about all this. The reality that he's been dead finally starts to creep up on him and he realizes that isn't what he wanted, not really. He was just at the end of his rope, humiliated, and angry when he dropped that grenade.

Then there was the matter with Lazarević. He'd happily danced to that man's tune for months on end, enduring no end of his violently melodramatic bullshit and hadn't gotten a payoff to show for it.

He hoped his end was painful.]


... Good. That son of a bitch had it coming, after all.

[A pause.]

I s'pose it was our boy Drake who did the honors?
sketchycharacter: (pic#10454275)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
You do that. Good luck, Rafe.

[There's a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but for the most part, he means it. Rafe Adler is a dick and kind of a psycho, but getting yanked to another dimension right into the aftermath of a spaceship crash sucks, period. Doesn't make his company something Nate will seek out, but he can have a trace of sympathy.

He turns and wanders in the other direction. Maybe he can find Elena or Sully.]
flynnitomite: (you're gonna fall for me)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-08 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Righto.

[He coughs awkwardly and cups his bits.]

Then a few years, I'd say. Ever since he screwed me over on a job we were on. He ran off with the goods and left me in the lurch.
takeitslow: ([Slang])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-08 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Uh. Well, I'm not exactly liking the whole no powers thing here. I mean, I guess it could be worse.

[Like his girlfriend could be shooting at him again. Be thankful for small favors.]
takeitslow: ([Uniform])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Peter watches her while she eats, half surprised she stuck around. He'd sort of expected her to walk away the second she got the food. They'd been more civil in the past few encounters, but he'd kept the feeling she might not like him much.

"No problem. I offered," he says awkwardly, shrugging. "We're supposed to share resources and stuff anyway. Especially in times like this."
takeitslow: ([Side])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2017-01-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Chara." Peter's voice takes a little edge to it, frown deepening. "Christ, I thought Frisk was the only person you got along with."

He'd never seen the kids together, granted. But Frisk acted so fond of Chara, asking Peter to keep an eye on the other and constantly encouraging Peter to befriend them, that Peter just assumed they were close.

"Sometimes I swear you just say stuff to make me react." He says it like it should make him mad, but Peter just sighs and smiles ruefully. "I suppose if you'd actually done something I would have already heard everyone freaking out about it."
inconsequence: (❤ and your IP is being traced right now)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-01-08 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
That is a matter of opinion, as well as perspective. Chara is not what anyone would call a "safe" individual, a reality they have always been frank about, and they are all too well-acquainted with the assumptions one makes in the face of a child with red eyes who smiles far, far too much.

"Congratulations," Chara comments dryly back. "It appears that, despite all evidence to the contrary, you do in fact have at least two brain cells to rub together."

And the spark of which produced enough reasoning for him to infer that no, Chara has not actually stuck a shiv through Frisk and left them for dead, because they may have no standards, no morals, and no redeeming qualities, but they are Frisk's humble servant, and they follow them to the utmost.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl in full costume standing determined ([Firm])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-08 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine?" The word's unfamiliar to her. Such gentle punishments had gone out of style long before she was born. "They'll kill ya. Or turn ya. Or turn your friends and let them kill ya."

Her expression flattens out in an attempt to hide her contempt, to hide how uncomfortable thinking about the Dracs makes her.

"The bad guys, BLI, they got these masks. If they get it on you, that's it. It changes you. You're just not you anymore. You do whatever they want, you'd kill your own brother if they said to. And even if someone takes it off, you're still gone." She looks to the ground, grits her teeth. "I dunno what's in 'em to make it happen. Maybe it's some kinda sound maybe it's a whatever a zombie is."
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[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2017-01-08 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Only for them, or if you're working with them. No one shares technology willingly in the Koprulu sector.

[For everyone else it's a pain.]
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[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-08 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Into zombies-- freaks with these masks."

He takes a moment to tap ash from his cigarette, watches it flicker and fall around them.

Clearly this isn't a very fun subject to talk about. His own mouth tightens at her choice of words there-- well, it isn't as if she knew or anything. It's harmless, those words.

"What about their behavior after the masks come off. They crazy or do they just...die?"
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking morose ([Brood])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-08 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
She stares up into the hazy smoke from his cigarette, expression distant.

"Crazy. Crazy enough to follow BLI's orders. They're already dead, soon as that mask goes on the already lost their soul. Killin' after you take it off is just takin' out a shell. Drac's are just movin' bodies."

She says it like someone who needs to believe it. Draculoids weren't real people, that much had to be true. Otherwise she'd have to think about how many turned runners she'd watched her boys gun down in the name of keeping her alive.
brokeassgoing: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-08 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what zombies are-- souless things that wander the earth eating the flesh of other people. Well, of people cause they ain't anymore. Moving bodies."

So this-- group has made something like that, mind control. Not the craziest thing he's ever heard.

"Well...you do what you gotta to stay alive. S'all that matters sometimes," is what he says, just as softly as the look in his eye as he, too, watches the smoke.
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[personal profile] carltoaction 2017-01-08 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
By yourself?

[He blurts out. Everything else she said not completely gone unheard - apart of him actually thinks he's seen a shopping planet - but the part about doing it all herself has him impressed and amazed at the same time. Sometimes he really was just a boy that got excited about things.]

Pretty cool, if you ask me. Too bad the ship went crashing down and we can't use it right now.
Edited 2017-01-08 07:36 (UTC)
sketchycharacter: (pic#10396472)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. So that really is a thing.

[Father and son, bonding in the wilderness, feeding the family or just getting a sweet set of antlers probably. Seems fake to Nate, like something out of the movies.]

This might shock you, but it's my first time.
sketchycharacter: (fingerguns)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Nate raises a hand to point at Varric and grins.]

That is an excellent plan.

[He's sorta joking, but...not really, no. Varric should definitely avoid all the bullshit that seems to happen to him.]
sketchycharacter: (pic#10737698)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
That's the magic thing, right?

[It's still a little weird to wrap his head around, but he's trying to remember the terminology. Being supportive and all.]

Makes sense. It's a useful tool you were accustomed to relying on it. Try and think of this as practice—you wanna keep yourself sharp so you don't have to turn to it.
sketchycharacter: (now wait a guldarn minute)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
More or less. I'm not sure they qualified as undead, but I also don't care even a little.

[They were creepy, murderous, and incredibly gross. That's close enough in his book.]
sketchycharacter: (pic#10396473)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
See? You're growing as a person, Hawke. I knew you had it in you.

[And she kept it there, so hey. Big bonus points.]

Just so you know, Dick Hawke is totally not allowed to barf on my shoes.
shadowblends: (❧ denial)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-08 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He almost responds to the question out of habit, then remembers what he'd been thinking of and shakes his head.

Not exactly something to be discussing with someone he's only just met.]
Nevermind.
neverheardofhim: (srs bsns)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-08 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Varric offered an eyeroll in turn. Joke or not, Nate wouldn't be getting away that easily.]

Mmm-mm. Any friend of Hawke's is a friend of mine. Anything goes down and I'll keep you safe.

[Well... he would once he got Bianca back, of course. Until then, he was effectively useless. But Nate didn't need to know that.]
shadowblends: (❧ contemplative)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-08 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I trust you." Blunt and to the point; he's never had a reason to not trust Peter and if they were supposed to be 'teammates', the acceptance had to start somewhere. Jean joining in on the anger wouldn't be ideal, but didn't Peter have some sort of right to know? Maybe that was only his own opinion.

The thought of someone having glass morphed into their body makes him wince, sleeve-covered hands lifting to press over his face. He shakes his head, lowering his hands and whimpering while attempting to fight back the nausea rising in his stomach. "That is dreadful! How did people survive?" Kurt doesn't want to try and imagine the excruciating amount of pain they might have been in.

"Ja, well, I am not lying. Once everything goes back to normal, you will see with your own two eyes." There's a huff and his arms raise to tuck across his chest, the spade of his tail lashing wildly with irritation.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (I did very well on wallstreet)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2017-01-08 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, you're not interested going back to be a student anymore?"

Well, he's right that hearing his plans doesn't exactly come as surprise to J. They haven't talked much about families but that doesn't mean that she's not aware how much the sisters meant to Peter, especially Wanda. It's a feeling, a bond, that J doesn't think she can understand, considering how she had tried to burn that bridge a long time ago.

But there is something bittersweet in that plan which brings out something warm and glad out of her. They had visited the copy of his world once and she still remembers vividly the anti-mutant posters placed all around the streets of New York.

And as for his question, J shrugs and gestures around the cave. "Well. I can't really stay here either."
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[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-08 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Us again. Us, and we, and it's not so easy to ignore the second time. Rinzler doesn't trust it. He can't afford to, but it's a push, a nudge, off-balancing him just slightly further. Is that its purpose? Another test, another Game that only ever plays out to one end?

Clu shouldn't need an excuse.

Still, that might make sense out of the question. Fingers twitch, a minute shiver of pure shock that bypasses intent entirely. Tron. Clu wanted to talk about Tron? Wanted—permitted—was bringing up what predated him at all, even for evaluation. Rinzler hadn't mentioned that; hadn't even considered the option. Clu did, though. Twice. And as much of his code still flinches back, expecting nausea and pain, there's very little left of either.

Your request.

Clu asked for his input; Clu should know what about. It's a redirection, but it's not retreat. Rinzler had been focused on the now, but if Clu wants feedback on what came before... they can. He can.

He remembers.