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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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tearmeanewone: (152)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2017-01-15 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks back at him. There's something inspired and also tired in her eyes, but it's clear that she knows what he's talking about.]

It seems to be a universal fight that comes wearing different uniforms. I suppose as long as people strive for their idea of 'perfect', they'll be those who try to enforce it on people who want a different kind of 'perfect'. That's a constant for all of us, I'm sure of it.

When do you think that fight ends? For anyone? You know-- when is someone entirely, unquestionably free?
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[personal profile] gainedlove 2017-01-15 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Their lips press thin and their shoulders shake, just briefly. To make Chara suffer as they had...leaving them alone in this place after wishing they would return so badly. Is that really what they wanted? What they would have done?

Don't kill, and don't be killed. Funny how hard that promise is to uphold.

"You would be missed," they murmur, but the conviction isn't there. Asriel would miss them, yes, and Toriel, if she knew. Peter as well, but...it's distant relations, ones Chara would never acknowledge. No, they would see all the pain in the hearts of those Frisk has fooled, and blame themself for it. Take the sin upon themself, as if they had wished for it in the first place.

Every way they turn, it's only more pain. When did it become this way?

Frisk sniffles, swallows hard, and looks up again, forcing themself to meet Chara's eyes. "I...I'll go back. 'M sorry."
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[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-01-15 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lie, and it is as bitter as any other. Who among all of them, everyone here, would miss a child that smiles too much, has eyes that are too scarlet, a history that is too resonant and uncomfortable, and a proclivity to draw a knife at the slightest infraction? It is one thing to claim it, of course, but it is quite another to have to tolerate it, live with it on your doorstep like a slab of rotting meat, its stench curdling in your nostrils day after day after wretched day.

If Frisk is truly so desperate to cling to them throughout everything, it is because they lack any better alternative. Let us not fool ourselves.

But then, gratingly, cunningly, glaringly, the fallen child is backed once more into a corner of their own making. Stressing the importance of Frisk's safety, insisting they return, and then acknowledging that, alone, the human cannot possibly hope to make it very far at all.

They could tear themself out of the four-walled argument they themself created, but that option is - less appealing than the obvious solution.

They concede their loss, holding out a hand as they shift on their haunches in preparation to rise.

"Come on. Obviously I can't expect you to make it very far on your own."
Edited (wrong words whoop) 2017-01-15 09:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-01-15 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam doesn't say anything else when the other doesn't answer and he's actually thinking that he wouldn't and that would've been okay. When he does answer he's not sure why he feels surprised about it.]

I don't think anyone in camp would.
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[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-15 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[That tail bends around his right side, both of his hands reaching for the spade again, though he hesitates in the motion. He shouldn't fidget; it could come off as rude and that's not something he wants to be known for.

Kurt flicks the appendage back over his shoulder and tucks his arms across his chest instead.]
I was nervous about taking that chance.
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[personal profile] warandpeace 2017-01-15 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's nothing like battling a lack of foresight, isn't there? Boy, does he know that.]

Yeah. But the food appears to already be rationed. So... for whatever little that means.

And I've been making sure the dogs have gotten food. But most of it was what we acquired earlier.

[The dogs can stand to eat week old charred meat.]

I'm glad some of the kids got out of here. [He means specifically the ones he'd been looking out for, keeping an eye on. One by one, most of them had left.] Not sure some survived the crash. [Which isn't easy to take. But when has loss every been easy to take for Miller? All he can say is that he's glad they're not around to suffer through this situation.]
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[personal profile] democratically 2017-01-15 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It does sound- [Mulling the word choice over.] Peculiar?
Edited 2017-01-15 19:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] desynched 2017-01-15 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She narrows her eyes, clearly unconvinced. No, there's something here. Soldier: 76 has a connection to Overwatch. But, unlike Reaper, he doesn't harbor a grudge. He's stolen from them, but he didn't clean them out. He hasn't targeted any ex-agents, as far as she knows.

Perhaps he's an ex-agent himself. Overwatch or, perhaps, Blackwatch. But she doesn't have proof one way or another, so she keeps that under her hat. Besides, if she lets him know she suspects something, he'll try to hide it more if it happens to be true.

So she uncharacteristically lets the subject go.

Lena crosses her arms and stares up at him, an eyebrow raised slightly. ]


Depends on what you do.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-15 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least you and I can get to know each other better here." He smiles faintly -- it's not quite the same as her being able to join the group back in the day, but he really is interested in getting to know her. And York is a good friend to have, loyal to the end. "Maybe if we go home, we can catch back up with them at some point. I'd been trying to find North but was always one step behind."
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[personal profile] gainedlove 2017-01-15 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frisk sobs and shakes their head, wheezing painfully as they try to form words again. He doesn't understand, he doesn't get it! This is what they are; they're just an anomaly, a blight, they're a danger to everyone and everything and if they go home nothing will ever change!]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-15 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Survive. Get home. Same as everyone else.

[He laughs, but it’s an entirely bitter, exasperated sound. 76 has already had some variation of this conversation with the rest of them, to varying effect. Expecting them to actually leave him alone when they’re all so curious (and stuck in close quarters, to boot) is a tall order, but he’s going to lay it all on the line anyway.

Maybe this time, it will work, and he won’t have to be faced with his failures—he should be so lucky.
]

Not interested in tangling with any of you. I’m outnumbered.

[Which she’ll find out, if she doesn’t know it already.]
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[personal profile] grammascookies 2017-01-15 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably. Though how can you be so sure it is about you?

[She answers before Venom, just because she can. Though she does head back to Soldier's side, to keep him a bit placated.]

Perhaps it was something else.
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[personal profile] handofrapture 2017-01-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[There’s a sound that could be taken for a frustrated sigh if it weren’t for the faint metallic shrill beneath it. Why is the creature playing so dumb? Is he toying with her? The lights of his armor are clear for anyone to see.

And yet… he doesn’t sound angry. Nothing about his behavior speaks to any sort of hostility. It’s… confusing. That red color should indicate an imminent attack or at least an attempt at one. And instead he’s just… talking.

It must be a trick. How is he pretending so well?

She only gives one last response to his feigned question, raising a hand to tap at her face-plate and then point back at him.

It should be obvious from the shared color that they’re both poised to attack.]
tearmeanewone: (059)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2017-01-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
About... three weeks since the crash? I should be keeping track, it's hard when the days tend to consist of... [She waves her hand out at the deserted expanse.] This.

[It's good he can get some water down. Even if it's not precisely what he needs, it can't hurt anything, right? Elizabeth reaches over to take his free hand, a little curious about how his pulse is faring right now.]

Anything I can't shoot, I'm sure I can bat my eyelashes at. [She smirks, imagining herself trying to charm Teeth-For-Face down in the caves. There are many things she'd do, but admittedly, she's drawing the line at that one.]

Right, because we're short on First Mates you know. Egan's got this procession under control-- as much as I hate to admit it. And once we get to the hub, who knows what I'll be if anything. I could just be Elizabeth of the Many Books again. [It doesn't sound so terrible, really, despite her crushing need to be needed somewhere.]
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[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-01-15 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adam didn't think the fidgeting that he started to see was rude but more of a comfort thing. He had his own tics after all. The people he cares for have theirs as well.]

Well, hopefully you'll feel safer soon, in camp. It's kind of weird. [If you can't feel safe in camp, though could you feel safe anywhere in the god forsaken place? Adam is a bit of a hypocrite since he doesn't particularly feel safe either.]
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2017-01-15 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Given the experience she'd had while being revived? She wouldn't recommend it to anyone in a hurry, and she can understand how it would make someone uncomfortable. The sensation of looking at her own dead body in Rapture had been quite enough close-encounter-of-the-dead-kind for her, and she's fine with leaving the subject of her trust in Thán and Curré at the mention of her resurge.]

You have to wonder why they stay down here if there's not much besides them. I suppose they don't like the light very much... which has left me up at night, if I'm being honest.
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[personal profile] tinkerhell 2017-01-15 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Reaper feels some of the feeling returning to his limbs almost the instant Snake picks him up -- if he were in a better presence of mind, he might have marveled at how quickly even his normal, depowered reflexes itched to fend off a potential threat. But as he is, he's completely useless to do anything but lay there as Snake drags him into the light.

Under his hood, he closes one eye when the light hits his face, but he makes a point to fix the other man with the meanest stare he can possibly manage with his face half frozen. His fingers twitch in an urge to clench into a fist, but without the motor motion to complete it.

Well, if he didn't recognize him before, he probably will now. Reaper forces himself to be as casual as possible -- maybe the bravado will make him sound less on edge than he feels.]


You look different. You get a haircut?
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[personal profile] alterplex 2017-01-16 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing's been compromised.

[ Is the dry reassurance. Now that Venom's been informed of the one thing that he wanted to be in the know of, he feels like he's intruded enough. ]

I'll leave you two to talk. Probably took up too much of your time before we'll have to get moving again.
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[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-16 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Right? Curious, definitely.
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[personal profile] alterplex 2017-01-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'Nill'. What an ironic name for someone who's so expressive— someone had no taste, when they christened her. ]

I'll remember it.

[ Is what he says before whistling for his wolfdog to come with him, back into the fray and the desolate landscape in search of more thistles for hungry-looking rhinogiraffes. ]
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Doesn't matter that she's got her arm in a sling and they're both trying to cautiously tread over dangerous flooring, Elena goes to reach for Pepper on quick reflex, fingers half curling in the back of her shirt. Like she's ready to go down with her if it had come to it.

Elena releases a laugh that is as shaky as Peppers and breathes out in relief, slowly loosening her fingers.
]

Jesus... Kinda makes me wonder if there's a back door that we should've looked for first. You still think we should keep going? It's not too late to turn back.
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I did. A while back. It really helps also with the training he's put me through. Not to say he's a soft teacher. Adrien is firm in making sure you understand protocol where medicine is concerned. I'm grateful to have a mentor like him helping me with this."

Elena wouldn't have gone to anyone else.
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry you had to put up with that. I imagine it can't be easy.

[ But what is easy is dropping those kind of people like they're hot. Elena gestures to the tent and heads inside, ducking around the half-open flap. ]

I can let someone know you're here, if you want.
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you hunt? Or was it someone else in the group?"

Meat was meat, as long as it was cooked then they shouldn't have had any problems with digesting it.
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[personal profile] worn_wings 2017-01-16 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"'Nother guy got the shot, but I tracked it."

He shrugs. Food's food, his ego isn't hurting a bit. Better to take the opportunity to teach other folks since they're stuck here for the moment.

"Did a lot of that back home."