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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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brokeassgoing: (i'm possibly listening)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-11 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Eh, there's not much to it if you don't got family. Just another more obnoxious day.
carltoaction: (pic#10323222)

[personal profile] carltoaction 2017-01-11 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Carl smiles faintly since he notices she tips the bag a little for him.

A blink at her suggestion.]


You think that would work? I still have the bubble wrap but I don't know where we would get leather.

[If his experience of being in another world and going home has anything to say about it, Carl knows very well the chances of him remembering things here is very slim, if not null.]

Yeah. I didn't know really anything about war or whatever until it happened. We learned about World War II when I was in school before but I never seen it. I don't think my parents even lived through it. And what we're going through back home doesn't seem the same as that. I don't know if you're right and there'll be peace again.
desynched: (26)

[personal profile] desynched 2017-01-11 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Bad guys were gonna steal a weapon, Winston and I stopped 'em. Not that complicated.

[ Her and Winston working together had started rumors, of course. But it's not quite enough to bring the UN down on them. Two people do not make Overwatch, after all. ]
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635139)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2017-01-11 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
I always thought gossip was a waste of time. But it does keep people busy.

[ Kerrigan never had any use for it, not when she was always plucking thoughts from people's minds, and the things she really needed to know weren't the things people gossiped about. She folds her hand up since the game had stalled.]

The deck for it isn't so complicated. Fifty two cards in four suits. I don't know many people here, and the kinds I make friends with might not be the kind you want to get in a group to play cards.
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635134)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2017-01-11 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
More and more like Abathur. She had experience with this, she could handle it. "I've been traveling with them since I came out of the ingress, the group that arrived on this planet." Now that she had at least some baseline to go from in terms of behavior and world view she had more to work with. Kerrigan tilted her head. She lifted her hand up and removed the tab from where she had stuck it on the underside of the protrusions armoring her shoulder.

It was her best bet for proving her claim if he didn't take her at face value.
alterplex: (31.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2017-01-11 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ How rude of him, to muss a lady's hair!! Maybe working solo for extended amounts of time has made him uncouth. Not a stretch to imagine.

He takes a second to drink it in, that tilt, before he formulates what he supposes is an answer to her question.
]

Ahab.

[ Whoops, he interpreted that... incorrectly. He'd assumed it was a prompt for him to tell her his name, so there might be a bit of a disconnect.

Regardless, he nods as a way to indicate that he's fine.
]
cadeuces: ('cause I'm jus about to set fire)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2017-01-11 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela often manages both; she's efficient, quick, and gentle. It came with the territory in hectic relief tents in the middle of the desert, when man after man get carted in, looking younger and younger beneath the halogen lamps and the longer she was on her feet. Yet there are also times when others were wound so tight that hectic movements, no matter how graceful, often set them further on edge— she would certainly classify Snake's tension as one of these situations, so she slows herself a degree, turning her calm and poise into something he can measure himself by. Match her, wind down. And she peppers in the occasional soothing touch in the way she runs her fingers through his hair, or if she catches his eye she'll just spare a second to smile at him and tip her head in silent question, giving him a chance to ask any questions he may have or get a word in. ]

You'll say this until the day I spring sauerkraut on you. And then a week will follow where you debate whether I actually like you or not because pickled cabbage is a very unique and acquired taste, and I'll have to warn you I haven't had much chance to practice in the kitchen. But stews were an art passed onto me even as a little girl, at least, so I'm confident in this. I'll always be happy to see you fed, though, so please don't hesitate to come by for food.

[ Because in the end, there's no denying that she cares about him deeply and he could do with some home-cooked meals. Made with love or no. (But definitely made with love, because that's just how she rolls and anyone catching her cooking will find her humming over it like a spell.) She is less nervous in toeing that ledge even as she stands right beside him at this cliff— perhaps because she stands right beside him, a little more prepared to take such a plunge and far more certain that what awaits them are indeed warm waters instead of rocks to dash themselves upon. Bolder in her assertions and her offers, inching closer and closer.

He takes her work easily, moving to accommodate her every move and only eating between her fussing, not so much as a twitch of the brow as she works the gauze loose from his wound— certainly not missing the little smirk of his when she's pinning his hair out of the way, and it earns him an amused crinkle of her nose before he's spooning up the last of the stew to set his bowl aside, turning his attention and pliancy on her in full.

And then calling her out on her term of endearment, to which she has the decency to look a little embarrassed and surprised about. ]


Oh, Snake, I'm sorry— it's the same as 'sweetie'. Just a nickname in Swiss-German. It slipped out. [ It isn't anything overt; it's used the same way one refers to children or other dear ones, she just hadn't meant to use her own tongue to say it. If he's familiar with German, it's very close in sound to süß, sweet, said nearly the same save for the "-li" at the end. Strictly Swiss, and a diminutive often used for nicknames like calling one "little mouse" or "little one". Context clues are life, but Swiss-German is such an obscure dialect. Her fingertips settle at his jaw and her other hand at his temple, a gentle touch to guide him to move his head for her: ] If I can have you tip your head a little— right here. Let me get this guy cleaned out.

[ The little bit of peroxide is a quick flush caught on a cotton ball, then a bit of water to ease the sting before she's dabbing the excess liquid up and placing a small square of gauze loosely over top while she goes to wash and disinfect her hands, snapping on a pair of disposables before gathering up the dermal glue. When she steps back over she's moving to stand behind him, once more guiding his head to see in full by the fire. ]

This is going to take about twenty to thirty minutes to set up; are you fine to sit here that long?

[ This is his last chance to drink a little bit of water or do some other business before she has to tip his head back to keep the glue from running, but the cut itself would seal up just fine with liquid sutures; they're their own protective seal, as well, and would prevent infection or irritation. It's worth the time spent. ]
swarm_embrace: (pic#9635133)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2017-01-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Still on Earth, then.

[Kerrigan has no thoughts about Earth one way or the other. The foolish decision to invade the Koprulu sector and attempt to gain control of the humanity that sprouted there, and the war with the Protoss and Zerg... it's a tiny piece of Earth. She doesn't even know how much of Earth's history made it to the Koprulu sector unedited

She gives less and less of her attention to 76 as they move deeper into the caves.
]

swarm_embrace: (pic#9635139)

[personal profile] swarm_embrace 2017-01-11 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Kerrigan was glad that even with her biology messed up, she had fewer tells on her recent emotional state. No sweat, no lingering signs of distress. She wondered for a moment if Snake was a given name, a nickname, or a code name. A passing curiosity she wasn't going to indulge, because it didn't matter.

She glanced away from him, and up at the sky. "I couldn't sleep anymore, so I went for a walk." Kerrigan could do without the nightmares. Her first reign as the Queen of Blades was still not entirely clear to her, but the parts she did remember were more than enough.
shadowblends: (❧ relaxed)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-11 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The agreement and the concern are both things that Kurt isn't quite used to. His brow furrows in thought, brilliantly colored eyes darting back and forth then eventually settling on his feet.

Maybe he's pondered going into the camp. Mostly, he's afraid of frightening someone and having them possibly attack; it's highly unlikely, but there's still a chance ...

It sounds awfully childish and a bit selfish of him to ask, though he doesn't want to worry anyone - strangers included.]
... will you go with me?
shadowblends: (❧ cheeky)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-11 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt notices the gesture right away and gazes toward the container in his pocket. He bites his lower lip in thought, ponders handing the canteen over to Peter then shakes his head. No, the whole reason he'd even approached the other mutant was to stop him from consuming the fluorescent liquid. What sense would it make for him to hand over more of it? Thankfully, Peter's observation pulls him back to the situation at hand, the edges of his lips quirking with amusement. "I suppose ist gut that I did not get much of a chance to actually build a friendship with you before I was taken away. We can try harder here." A pause, his features wilting with realization, "If you want to, I mean."

Because Peter did have a choice.

The latter comment and seeing Peter's features barely hint toward it are enough to make him fall silent for the moment. He loosens his arms and slides his hands up his front, cupping them around his cheeks in distress. "They did?"

He tries his best to fight back the quiet growl thrumming in his chest (which, to be honest, sounds more like an angry purr than anything), but to no avail; Kurt isn't exactly menacing in his normal form, so there's no way he's even remotely intimidating like this. "And I will look forward to saying the same."
prorenataa: dnt (cautious but questioning)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-11 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alright, that saw him leaning back slightly so he could look up at Flynn. His brows were tucked together, expression bemused. ]

You and Elena?

[ Look, he's just never heard about Chloe! ]
soldiergenes: (i know what i've done)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-11 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's true, Miller had been one of the few people involved in Snake's training who had made an effort to check in on him. He hadn't always been so forthcoming about it, but he'd shown his concern in subtle ways, even while kicking his ass out on the training yard.

That doesn't make the question any easier to answer, though. Snake thinks all of them are stuck in survival mode right now, just trying to get by and put one foot in front of the other. ]


I'm managing. [ Snake shrugs, his focus mainly on the cave opening that's now looming ahead of them. ] Getting kind of sick of being led to dead end after dead end, but I was pretty much expecting it. Now I'm just focusing on making sure no one starves to death out here.

[ No one deserves a death like that. ]
flynnitomite: (of all your enemies)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-11 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
What? I've barely even met Blondie before today. I'm talking about Chloe Frazer, best driver in the business? Did Drake not even mention her?

[Wow, that's cold of him.]
soldiergenes: (have got you under their control)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-11 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A strange way, but nothing that Snake isn't used to. Soldiers are generally not the most polite people, and he can acknowledge that he'd made a very obvious point. Sometimes people needed to be talked down when their bodies were in shock, but apparently this guy didn't need that kind of help.

That being said, he was still largely unable to move, which put one of them in control of the interaction. ]


There might be more where that came from. [ The house hadn't been properly searched, and Snake didn't want to get caught in the next trap.

So, without any real warning, Snake circles around the downed man and crouches down to grab him under the arms so that he can start dragging him out of the building. The voice is different enough that it hasn't clicked yet, but seeing the stranger in the light of day may lead to some revelations. ]
prorenataa: (finger eyebrow)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-11 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whoops, got that wrong.

Of course, it wouldn't be a day ending in Y if Adrien couldn't manage to get his foot in his mouth at some point along the way. Still, he gave an easy shrug and went back to finishing up with the pants. ]


I doubt I ever gave him an opportunity. I'm rubbish with anything involving actual conversation.

[ Alright, that seemed to have the pants sorted, no what other holes needed patching? ]
buyeverything: (you piece of shit)

I'm sorry I thought I tagged this ages ago :(!

[personal profile] buyeverything 2017-01-11 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cooling down is not what is going to happen.

"Good, leave me here. Maybe someone else who'll actually be helpful will come along." Rafe this is not how we make friends.
buyeverything: (wat)

Sorry about this! I thought I'd tagged this back forever ago.

[personal profile] buyeverything 2017-01-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Please don't make black goop spill out of everything.

"Because I asked such a serious and important question." It was something he was interested in for sure, but it's not like he wanted to know the secrets of the universe. Just why some creepy demon wanted to look like some kid. Why did they always do that, movies, books, tv shows. It's creepy okay.
inconsequence: (❤ and your IP is being traced right now)

all good!

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-01-11 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then our definitions of 'serious and important' are diametrically opposed." It is infinitely easier to believe that a child with a strange smile and scary eyes is simply something demonic, something other than human. And it marks them cleanly, sets them apart from the rest of that hateful species.

Ultimately very worth the effort.

Either way, they've no reason to trust a human with such things.
mylawn: (pic#10433703)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[UghHHH the F WORD. The F word and the clap on the back, even. 76 is entirely unprepared for the physical contact, but to his credit, he recovers well. He shrugs her off after a moment and turns the gesture into something noncommittal, just for Venom. Trying to avoid providing a straight answer to the question.]

Ehn. He's all right.

[That's as good as it's going to get, Venom.]
mylawn: (pic#10433703)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-11 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
If you think she knows what she's doing.

[76 doesn't have much faith in them, as his tone of voice seems to indicate, but he does recognize that he suggested it in the first place, so that's all he'll say as far as that's concerned. Elizabeth seems to have more confidence than he does, and that's what matters.

As for what he's doing--
]

Something like that. Usually call it 'recon', though.
neverheardofhim: (the hawke smile tm)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-11 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I had to be good at something, didn't I? [Aside from everything else he did, but Nate didn't need to know that.]

[Yet.]
krasnayapautina: easystreet @ dw (civil war [34])

[personal profile] krasnayapautina 2017-01-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's probably wise not to trust strangers. Especially in a place like this one. "Not in the sense that I went to a medical school, did a residency, and have an office. I'm a woman of many talents." That's a nice way of saying 'mostly a spy', without actually saying it. "But, having knowledge of how to give some medical care is one of them." She could stitch a wound up if needed. Stuff like that. Just don't ask her to perform brain surgery.

She gently takes his hands and wraps it up with the cloth.
krasnayapautina: bangparty @ dw (Natasha; a view.)

[personal profile] krasnayapautina 2017-01-11 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
So, stuff that we see on a daily basis except on steroids. [g r e a t. this bodes well. this is fine.]

I might enjoy the kidnapping more with a complementary bottle of vodka, a warm bubble bath, and a run-down of what you've seen here so far, but, I guess I can't be too picky now can I?
krasnayapautina: skylikeaflame @ LJ (Default)

[personal profile] krasnayapautina 2017-01-11 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head.] No, I don't remember any previous stay here that I had, but I think I might like to. [The information she would know already would be useful.]