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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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notglitching: (red - obey)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-14 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rinzler sees that flinch. Rinzler goes very, very still. His frame doesn't move, grip carefully remaining loose. His own flinch, his own nausea and mismatch... stay internal. He's had more than enough practice.

But there's an almost-inaudible catch beneath the grating, error-laden noise: a voiceless, strangled snarl of pure rage.

(How dare he.)]


Administrator. Programmer.

Failure: not acceptable.
sketchycharacter: (be a rainbow not a painbow)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Allegedly. I'm not sure everyone has to have a talent, though. That might just be something they say to make people feel better.
buyeverything: (that bow tie man)

[personal profile] buyeverything 2017-01-14 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[What, think he might come at you, Sully? He would never. Maybe. No drink to slap out of his hand this time.]

What?

[Ah shit, seems Victor is a bit ahead of everyone else.]

What are you going on about? Finally going senile, Victor? And yes, ran into him when I first got here, not exactly the way I thought we'd meet again.
mylawn: (pic#10433677)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-14 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I told you that this was between you and me. Leave the rest of them out of it.

[The displeasure is evident in his voice and the roll of his eyes is practically audible, even from behind the visor. 76 is pretty sure she’s not going to waltz out of here and murder Mei—there are much better targets for that kind of thing, starting with Ana.

Unless she thinks Mei would be less of a headache, in which case 76 would love to tell her that she has another thing coming.
]

Not sure why you expected anything from Talon.
soldiergenes: (there was no one in the town)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-14 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no denying that Miller had expressed a special interest in him that he didn't extend to the rest of FOXHOUND. Of course, Snake realizes the reasoning for that now, given his parentage and everything the Patriots had planned for him. As much as he tries not to think of it that way, he has to accept that Miller's initial interest in him had everything to do with Big Boss.

That obviously shifted, both in Snake's past and in the current moment, and Snake doesn't doubt that when Miller asks after him, it's genuine. They're in this together.

It doesn't surprise him that Miller has the sort of knowledge necessary to help them last through this lack of a steady food supply, and while he nods along, he doesn't sound entirely convinced. ]


Sure, but... we also probably need someone in charge making sure that everyone's only eating their fair share, and I doubt anyone wants to take on that job. [ Maybe it's not that dire yet, but depending on what they find at the end of this long hike, they could reach that point. And Snake can already guess that it could get really ugly really fast. ]
knaval: (just the shoreline)

[personal profile] knaval 2017-01-14 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[he immediately frowns. riptide holds his hand out for her to step up onto.]

Another one? Oh, damn. You, uh. Helped me once. A lot.
knaval: (we packed up)

[personal profile] knaval 2017-01-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Then... I challenge you to a rematch!
knaval: (to wave bye)

[personal profile] knaval 2017-01-14 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. Well. I'm gonna stay here. Not because I don't believe you but because there's a bunch of people around and moving a lot isn't a good idea.

Because, you know.

I'm huge.
knaval: (how that light you love)

[personal profile] knaval 2017-01-14 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd be angry! That's the thing! I'd totally punch him in the face!

[it's always been hard for him to wrap his head around, honestly. since he first found out.]

I mean, I will try, but I can't promise anything.
wallride: art by <user name=thebutt> (WELP)

[personal profile] wallride 2017-01-14 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Little dude!

[lúcio is quick to hurry over to their side, putting a hand on their shoulder.]

Are you okay? You didn't hit a rock, right? It's okay, I can switch it to heal, too.
alan_1: (heavy sigh)

[personal profile] alan_1 2017-01-14 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alan reads the recycled line, feeling a wave of dismay as Rinzler circles back to his previous argument, as if the alternatives Alan had given didn’t even register to him. Alan could try and make the same arguments as he had before – that Rinzler had ignored his function before Clu arrived and actively defied it when he did – but he already knows Rinzler will have the same response as he did before: it hadn’t worked.

Alan wishes he could deny it. Rinzler may not be to blame for what Nihlus had done or what had become of the Moira, but that doesn’t change the outcome; Rinzler had tried to choose a life for himself, and it had all come crashing down around him. There’s nothing Alan can say to change that.

And as much as Alan knows what Rinzler’s fate would be if he returned to the Grid, Rinzler will always, always know it better.

It’s with sudden, painful clarity that Alan realizes that it’s possible he won’t be able to change Rinzler’s mind. If years on the Grid hadn’t been enough to dissuade him, is there anything Alan could say that would be?

He’s silent for a few moments, replaying his own arguments in his head. ’You’ve acted outside of your function before. What happened wasn’t your fault. You know what will happen if you go back. There are other options.’ What else can he possibly say when none of that seems to matter to Rinzler at all?]


I can’t just let you go back there. [It’s hardly even an argument anymore so much as a pained statement of fact. They can talk about plans now, but once they get to the Hub? Alan can’t imagine just letting Rinzler disappear with Clu, anymore than he could’ve imagined simply walking away when Rinzler fell through the reverse-Ingress, or when the program was wounded and fading out in one of the Moira’s corridors. He’d have to do something, just like he did then.

Rinzler might hate him for it. But that seems a small price to pay if it keeps Rinzler from an eternity at Clu's side.]


I’m sorry, but… [Alan looks down, his own words bringing with them horrible sense of familiarity. ’I don’t know if there was ever a right decision to make.] I wouldn’t be able to just stand aside and let that happen. Not when I know what will happen to you.
efficacy: (✓ 062)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-14 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pepper breathes a small laugh. ] I'll have to take your word for it. It's nice to meet you-- circumstances aside.

[ It's barely out of Pepper's mouth when her foot goes through the rotten floorboards, drawing a startled yelp out of her. But she's already bracing a hand against the wall and shifting her weight onto her opposite leg so she doesn't stumble, nor does her foot go further through the floor. ]

Okay! I'm okay. [ She hurries to reassure Elena, steadying her footing on a shaky laugh. ] Right. Careful around here, apparently.
efficacy: (✓ 090)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-14 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sound plan. I mean, you can always go back to the drinking if all else fails. [ If he's going to do it anyway, then... s h r u g. Anyway, she lifts her now half-empty cup a little. ] I should go find someone now, but thank you for the tea and the talk.
efficacy: (✓ 018)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-14 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Crew? Of the... ship that crashed?

[ She hasn't entirely clued in to the fact that "crew" meant all the people the Ingress onboard had brought in and not just some group who were stationed there before that started happening. ]

Well, I wasn't here until a handful of days ago. One of those Ingress portals spat me out near the earlier camp.
handofrapture: (really?)

[personal profile] handofrapture 2017-01-15 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The way the girl curls in on herself is strange, but not much of an obstacle for the Big Sister. She’s successfully transported girls who kicked and bit before; this is nothing.. She simply adjusts her hold, murmuring unintelligible reassurances as she does so. She wishes she had the basket she normally carries on her back – her usual Little Sisters seem much more comfortable riding in those – but she had left it behind with the rest of her armor as she recovered from whatever strange weakness was affecting her here.

She walks quickly with the girl in her arms, alert to any other danger as she carries her back towards the mouth of the cave. She’ll bring her back to “camp,” make sure she’s unharmed, and then… and then…?

She’s not sure. In Rapture she might’ve reported to Lamb, or otherwise find a safe vent for the girl to hide in. At camp they have… tents. And no Lamb.

She’ll figure it out when she gets there. At least there won’t be anymore of those creatures at camp.]
efficacy: (✓ 144)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-01-15 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
I... [ Torn between stupefaction and dismay at the news, she falters a little, wetting her lips before attempting again. ] No. No, I wasn't aware of that.

[ Nobody had told her that. Surely Tony would have, if he'd known? Did he, or was he protecting her from an information overload? Maybe it doesn't even matter. Pepper shakes her head and gives a wry little laugh, with an edge of resignation in it. ]

As much as I would love to know how can that even be possible, after all this? [ She gestures around. ] I shouldn't really be surprised it can.
goodluckkobra: (In the dress your husband hates)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He bumps his shoulder into Badou's. ]

Was your idea, guy.
goodluckkobra: (Default)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-15 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Freedom.

[ He turns to look at her. ]

World was fallin' apart and then people came in with an answer to prayers no one had and they tried to take away all the thoughts and ideas we had and everything beautiful in the world. We had to fight back, 'cause there ain't a point in livin' if you don't have art or music or a little chaos, y'know? Sanitize enough of your life, you ain't really alive on the inside at all.
brokeassgoing: (this bitch ass face)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-15 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
It was sarcasm! They got that in the desert, don't they?
notglitching: (? - open)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-15 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
["I'm sorry." "I can't let something like that happen." The words are more than familiar—they're a near-perfect match, right to the downcast gaze that turns aside. Not looking at him. For a moment, Rinzler can feel the smothering heat inside the cell, feel the sharp fragility of damage smashed through his side. The ghost-data fades, but the gnawing drain it leaves behind isn't much of an improvement.

...he's weak.

It wouldn't be impossible.

Alan's program doesn't reach for his communicator. He doesn't flinch back this time, and he doesn't step away. It had done no good at all before. But there's a impossible weight to the stillness, something brittle and broken echoing beneath each beat of sound.

This was supposed to be better.

If Alan looks up, his declaration will meet only the smallest tilt of Rinzler's head. It's not defiance or refusal—he's holding together too carefully for that (he'd shatter if twitched even the slightest fraction more). He doesn't need to. It's just a (hateful) (empty) question.

What is he going to do?]
democratically: (no silly)

[personal profile] democratically 2017-01-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Good luck with that.
brokeassgoing: (nostalgia huh)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-15 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Well I was gonna letcha try some before I spike it big time-- but that's alright. Its not everyone's cup of, er eggs.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl turning toward the camera with a little smile ([Gentle])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-15 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Aww, KK who went and told ya that you were distractin'? Ain't nobody that pretty."

Predictably, once he lays she flops over him. She tries to keep her elbows out of his gut, but she's still more or less just sitting on him. "Apprentice? Nu uh. Full on partnership. 'm not all that lil' anymore. My pants are even gettin' short."

She sounds pleased about it, even if its just a negligible few centimeters.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl sitting ([Killjoy])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-15 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
She brightens a little. As long as she was away from the Zones, she didn't have to face what she knew was coming for her. "Yeah. Long as we're here, ain't so much to do but enjoy a lil' break. With monsters and caves and shit, but still. Almost a vacation."
brokeassgoing: (asshole grin)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-15 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
That's right-- a vacation from all the bullshit.

"A vacation with a monster nibbling on our asses...nothing more relaxing."