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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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cifrado: walking around paris (dando vueltas en París)

[personal profile] cifrado 2017-01-17 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's going to take that as progress, and grins cheekily at him as she runs her tongue over her lips. It's good, really!] Dental, optical, punched-by-pendejos - but between you and me, their HR is shit.

[Spoiler, that's because there is none. But if he's going to open up even slightly if she teases about the organization, then she'll damn well worm her way in through that crack.]
caelus: made by chatona for me dnt (could still b drunk)

[personal profile] caelus 2017-01-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something about the way he watches him, causes a flutter in his stomach that he's not quite familiar with, and he ducks his head down a little before looking up. ]

I think that sounds just about perfect, yeah. You want to lead the way?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (so happy)

[personal profile] wallride 2017-01-18 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[recent? well, that's sure strange. lúcio turns to face her for the first time, eyebrows raised.]

A couple days? Damn, that's some impressive coincidence. Well, at any rate, I'm glad you, uh. Missed the giant crash? It was not fun. How are you finding things so far?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:D)

[personal profile] wallride 2017-01-18 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[and she has!]

Aw, you flatter me! [he nudges her arm a little bit.] How are you feeling now? I can keep it up indefinitely! Though... maybe you'd be better off seeing Dr Ziegler?
handofrapture: (crouched and not calm)

[personal profile] handofrapture 2017-01-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The Big Sister’s response to the woman’s appearance is neither reassured nor reassuring. Instead, her screams only become angrier as she struggles to lift herself from the ground, the glow of her helmet a vivid red.

She won’t answer the woman’s question. She’s already vulnerable enough without admitting to it.]
neverheardofhim: (the hawke smile tm)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-18 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
You can say that again.

[With no weapon and a somewhat distant friend, Varric was starting to feel like he needed something too. He grimaced at the thought, the mirth quickly fading from his eyes. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the winner of a card game, and didn't have that to sustain him.]

You let me know if you need anything, alright? Anyone who can beat me in cards is deserving of my friendship.
neverheardofhim: (shit eating grin)

[personal profile] neverheardofhim 2017-01-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Damn shame, that. You seem like you'd have interesting stories to write down. [Varric chuckled to himself.] Guess it's good that we're friends now, huh? Someone can tell the world about you.
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10587437)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-18 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Was that something your parents encouraged...?" Elena doesn't know what kind of upbringing he had and it isn't her place to press. If it's an unwelcome question, she'll back off.

She straightens up then at the offer.

"Really? The only kind of tracking I've done was years ago. It's been a while. I wouldn't mind a refresher."
sketchycharacter: (here comes the smolder)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-01-18 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Be sure to make me sound cooler than I really am, huh? And mention that I'm ruggedly handsome.
soldiergenes: (this dusty barren land)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-18 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
With the sort of life that Snake led, he had to adaptable. If he wasn't, he probably would have ended up dead a long time ago. Not everyone here came from a background like that, but all of them had kept one foot in front of the other as they headed for their destination. Humans were sturdy. If they were forced into a situation where they had no choice but to do something, they could generally pull it together. Snake had seen it before, where a green recruit would pick up a gun and start shooting because there was no other option.

Since there didn't look to be any immediate danger for now, Snake dropped his hands into his pockets as he moved out toward the edge of the large encampment. It wasn't particularly organized, as people had set up their tents wherever they could find space, but it seemed to be working so far. He considered Kerrigan's response, interested to learn more, though she naturally turned the question on him first.

"I'm from a planet called Earth, if you've ever heard of it." What a surreal and bizarre thing to say. The only place he'd ever known now just became a name on a long list. "We've only ever made it out to the closest moon... this is way beyond anything I thought we were capable of."
soldiergenes: (i try to keep myself)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-18 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Snake isn't so sure that it's unfortunate, either. He may have only gotten a glimpse of Reaper's abilities, but his guess is that they have some downsides to go along with them. There's usually some kind of trade-off.

What 76 ultimately tells him isn't a surprise, though. It's the same old story, isn't it? The military industrial complex will always keep churning, and it constantly wants bigger guns, and usually that means better soldiers. Whether it's putting them in virtual reality programs (a mistake, in Snake's opinion) or grooming them from a young age like what happened with Raiden, greed will drive people to do all sorts of horrible things to people.

He's quiet for a while after that, nodding to acknowledge he heard but otherwise more focused on the cave. He continues to light the path for them, following that sound until they drop down into a large area with a stream of purple "water" running through it.

While making his way toward it, Snake looks back to 76 briefly. ]
You volunteered? [ He has to ask. ]
poolhall_killer: (vaguely interested)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-01-18 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jim isn't the only one who's not familiar with the fluttering. His actions have been strangely off for someone who's so rigid. Venom's so relieved that his friend is alive and that he wants Jim to stay with him.

He tries to clear those jumbled thoughts away as he takes the other's hand.]


Come with me.
soldiergenes: (i try to keep my conscience clean)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-18 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a certain kind of person to be a doctor to begin with, to dedicate your life to healing others. It takes an even more special kind of person to be a field medic, knowing the kind of death and maiming and other horrific sights that you'll be exposed to, and not buckling under it all. Angela must be affected by it, but she holds strong for those who are wounded or sick. And if she ever breaks down, she must do it in private, because Snake's never seen her falter.

As unlikely as it is that Angela would find any sauerkraut out here, it's always possible. Space has already surprised Snake plenty of times. Granted, that all depends on if they ever make it off this rock.

When Angela insinuates that Snake is "stuck with her," meaning that he would have any problem being around her to begin with, all he can do is shake his head (though only slightly) in mild exasperation. If she hasn't figured out that he doesn't mind her company (that he enjoys it, even), then he's not sure what to tell her. She's someone who's easy to be around, even for someone like him, and he would have figured she'd noticed by now. Then again, he isn't always the best at sending the right signals, and she isn't familiar enough with how he is with everyone else to have a point of comparison. ]
Stuck. Right. [ The sarcasm should be fairly obvious.

After that Angela jumps to work, prepping the gash so that she can glue it back together. There's some pulling on the wound, but overall the pain is minimal. The sensation of the cool glue on his skin is strange, but he wouldn't call it uncomfortable. If anything, having to sit here for thirty minutes in the same position is the uncomfortable part. Angela accounts for that by settling behind him and letting him lean his head against her for support. That alone would be enough, but then she starts to massage his shoulders too.

Man. Did he luck out here or what? ]


You don't have to do that, you know. [ It isn't that he doesn't want it, but that he's bad at taking things from people in general. The way that his body starts to loosen and he closes his eyes should be a solid indication that her hands are doing good work. ]
mylawn: (pic#10463781)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-18 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I was a kid.

[So, yes, volunteered, but in saying that he reveals it was a different time and a different circumstance. In the moment, in a world on the brink of war, it had seemed like the right thing to do. He doesn't regret it, not really, but ever since he signed that paper he's been aware of the special circumstances of his existence and all the ugly implications that accompany it.

He imagines that he doesn't need to say any of this--that Snake more-or-less understands.
]

Faster, stronger, sharper. [That's what the military wants.] The works.
mylawn: (pic#10433678)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Are they joking? Is this all a joke? It has to be, but it's clear that 76 doesn't really know what to do when he's not the one making painfully dry quips about a terrorist organization that he really, really hates an awful lot.]

Why do you run with them, anyway?

[He doesn't actually expect an answer to that question, but it is something he wonders. What she did to LumériCo doesn't exactly line up with Talon's mission.]
cifrado: (i'm heading straight for the castle)

[personal profile] cifrado 2017-01-18 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is. A lot of it. But it's working, because he's talking, even if it's just asking questions. She'll let him have them, let him have his answers...so long as he tolerates her swinging behind him, trying to throw an arm over his shoulder.]

Ah, mi soldado. Don't tell me you've never missed having a steady flow of supplies. Whatever you needed right at your fingertips.

[He's probably going to shrug her off. She's ready for it. But she's never going to stop pushing the chumminess. Maybe one day he'll get used to it and just Tolerate her!]

You do the lone wolf well, but I'm sure when you've run out of ammo, you're down to your last field, and your only way out is through a crowded neighborhood...I'm sure you'd have loved an extraction, no?
soldiergenes: (at the foot of this hill)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-18 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I think Jaegar is getting pretty sick of it. He was spoiled.

[ There had been enough resources on the ship that Snake had been able to keep Jaegar on a solid protein diet, supplemented with whatever else was needed to keep him strong and healthy. It's a different story now, but for the most part the husky has remained loyal despite the changes.

Unlike Miller, Snake hadn't gone out of his way to befriend any of the younger members of the crew, at least not any more than he had to, and this is why. The sting of realizing some of them might have died doesn't hurt quite as much.

There's still one person he has to ask after, though. ]
You never found that Bucky kid, huh. [ With no confirmation either way, they'll probably never learn the truth of what happened to him.

They're approaching one of the caves, which is good. It'll give them something else to focus on. ]
soldiergenes: ("you haven't met me)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2017-01-18 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as Snake has the guy outside, he leans him up against the exterior of the house so that he's seated with his legs stretched out in front of him. It probably won't be too long before some of the feeling starts coming back into his body. If he can talk, he's already in good shape.

Now that Snake can actually get a good look at the man, though, it's starting to sink in. The clothing is the first giveaway, since the long dark coat isn't a typical fashion item among the crew as far as Snake's aware. Not to mention he's being spoken to with some level of familiarity. The voice isn't quite the same, but it's close enough.

76 had told him during their trip through the caves that Reaper was without his powers. Apparently this is what that looks like. ]


No bandana. [ He can give a wry response to a wry question, if need be. Snake isn't sure how he feels about helping out a guy who was busy trying to kill someone he considers an ally of sorts, not to mention the way he'd clawed open his face, but here they are. There's no taking it back now.

Besides, he's curious. Snake keeps his distance, outside of Reaper's reach, but he places a hand on his hip as he looks him over. ]
Not so intimidating when you can't turn into smoke, are you? [ Snake was expecting something different. Reaper's eyes glow a bright red, but other than that, his face is normal... and oddly familiar. Where's he seen it before? ]
mylawn: (pic#10433677)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-18 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I can take care of myself.

[That much should be evident based on his activities. Sure, his existence is mostly that of a vigilante hobo and he runs on caloriemates and pure unadulterated rage more often than not, but he makes it work. He's been in sticky situations before--supply-and-ammo-less in the middle of a crowded neighborhood is nothing new.

I don't need a terrorist cell to do it for me.

[Or anyone else, for that matter.]
cifrado: (the sky cannot ignore us)

[personal profile] cifrado 2017-01-18 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yep. He can. Not the point she's trying to make, though- and neither is what he seems to take from it. She flat-out laughs, as if he's made a particularly funny joke]

Dios mio, you've caused them enough trouble they'd probably rather flat-out kill you than risk you stabbing them in the back! You know how much the guy who finally takes you down is gonna get?

[Have a friendly (honest!) shove to the shoulder. It's probably not even remotely enough to so much as budge him.]

I mean, unless they did something to you. [Have a tap on the side of his head, if he doesn't move away or otherwise grab her hand.] Might be fun to watch.
Edited 2017-01-18 22:21 (UTC)
a_shadow: (Little smirk)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's fine.

[ She doesn't blame him for making assumptions. If a person was inclined to go back where they came from, why would they think much of taking any other option? ]

Are things safe where you were?
warandpeace: (I тrαvel тнe world)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2017-01-19 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
No. [He didn't. It hurts, because Miller's never had anything close to a real family (even the one that David's Miller had didn't turn out so well, ending in divorce). But he felt like he did for a few months. Despite how blatant and awkward the come ons were, it was nice to have that bizarre military domesticity with Snake.]

[But that part he doesn't talk about, how the absence of that relationship has been affecting him. At this point, it's almost a drop in the barrel of endless losses.]

I couldn't find Fury, either. [Which is a terrible way of suggesting that, if Bucky didn't make it, at least he didn't go alone. Not something he wants to think about either, though, as it's small consolation.]
a_shadow: (Listening)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe," she says. She looks out at the crowd, at the people moving as they talk to one another, and she clears her throat. "Definitely, I mean, on getting to know each other here. I just don't think I intend to go back there."
a_shadow: (What's that)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, he's definitely not a soft teacher," Tex says with a rueful near-chuckle. "I might have given him more trouble with pushing too hard than anything, though." She shrugs. "I think he might feel like he has to keep his distance with me. But that's okay. I don't push it."
carltoaction: (pic#10323313)

[personal profile] carltoaction 2017-01-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He's glad it's fine since he didn't really mean to offend. The corner of his lip does tug downward ever so slightly at her question though.]

No. It's not safe...but that's where the rest of my family is. My dad and my sister and everyone else. [Since he sees no reason not to be honest.]