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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm

december event log

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content


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the outer gate
"Open up, and let them in."

The Moira is no more.

With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.

WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB






Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.

WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.

Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.

Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.

Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing.
WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.

During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.

The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up.
WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.

Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.

The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be.
WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.

After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.

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a_shadow: (Explaining)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods. She's mostly being cautious, and would have asked this question of any of her students, but the fact that he's always wearing an eye patch did clue her in to the fact that something about his situation is unusual. ]

It's a risk...but we can carry small items through the Ingress with us when we travel through it. It might be worth it to take a few weapons with you when you go. Are you trained in firing a gun?
carltoaction: (Default)

[personal profile] carltoaction 2017-01-19 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He tilts his head, considering a thought. Should he actually say he is or should he not?

He decides again with the truth, because why not. She seems like she'd understand anyway.]


Yeah. I was allowed to learn by my dad. I was a good shot, too.

[Was because he's sorta still working on adjusting to his new depth perception, but he doesn't feel up to explain that.]
a_shadow: (Smug)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Good. Did you not get to practice much while you were on the ship?
goodluckkobra: (Default)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
What happens between consentin' adults ain't none of your business unless you're one of 'em.

[ He shrugs, completely unembarrassed. ]
goodluckkobra: (This night)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kobra twists his arms behind his back and puts on his most innocent face. ]

Nope. Please explain it to me usin' real small words for my sandy little brain.
goodluckkobra: (In a solitary style)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I am too that pretty. Distract myself all the time in mirrors, Miss Shorty-pants." He laughs, not too worried about the weight. Grown men are climbing on him all the time, so growing or not she's still the lightest option.

Wrapping his arms around her seems like a logical conclusion after that. "Could be you're almost tall enough for a partnership."
goodluckkobra: (So I won't stop dying)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Dunno.

[ He shrugs a little. ]

Think it's a real personal question if you stop an' think 'bout it, y'know? Like everyone wants somethin' different like you said, but I think it's mostly 'bout the other thing you said. Gotta learn to be happy without makin' other people miserable or tryin' to steal their fuckin' kids away.
brokeassgoing: (miserable)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-19 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[he takes one second to stare at Kobra and then shoves him lightly]

Oh fuck off.
worn_wings: (➶ 061)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2017-01-19 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Round us? Everyone did. Go out with your dad, your uncle..." Trailing off, he shrugs. "Keeps the freezer full, keeps 'em from eatin everything."

More than that, but somehow he doesn't want to get into details. The social aspects, the way it was just part of life. The fact that when they were barely scraping by, catching a rabbit made a hell of a distance.

"I'll head out when we make camp tomorrow. See what we can find."

The more people who know what they're doing, the better.
carltoaction: (Default)

[personal profile] carltoaction 2017-01-19 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a shake of his head.]

No. It's not like I didn't want to. I just...can't waste my bullets.

I never knew about the gun range either. [If they would even let him in since he's a kid, he thinks, as well.]
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[personal profile] culver 2017-01-19 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd be the first person to say that, if he ever did. The person who named her was just letting her know exactly her place in the world. She glances at the dog and gives another small smile before offering a wave goodbye. She'll remember you too, Ahab.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2017-01-19 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? And did I consent to you biting me?
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking to the side and talking ([Explain])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-19 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Loli-what? Priest?" She frowns. "Whadda mean didn't work? What happened?
brokeassgoing: (pic#9511211)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-19 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably nothing you gotta worry about here. We got bigger fish." A hum. "The praying didn't work. Shit still hit the fan."
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking to the side and talking ([Explain])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-19 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't go 'round tellin' people I'm that easy to distract." She pokes at him, giggling. "Sounds like somethin' Party'd say."

She settles against him, not fighting the hold. This much, sticking together by a campfire, feels achingly like home. "I am. And gettin' taller all the time. I'll outgrow you before ya know it."
gainedlove: (* H.Locket)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2017-01-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk shakes their head, letting their hands rest again on Rinzler's shoulders, though very lightly.]

But...he won't get mad! 'S not your fault...
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking to the side and talking ([Explain])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2017-01-19 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
She huffs but doesn't press it. "Oh. Witch didn't have you back, huh? She's like that sometimes. You can call on her all ya want but she stays quiet."
brokeassgoing: (what is a kiss on the cheek)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-19 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses, knowing instinctively-- alright just from talking to her-- that this isn't some mishap of a child. This is something otherworldly-- specific worldly.

"Witch? You don't mean Glenda the good witch do you."
unaffluent: (My Michelle)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-01-19 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah but if she's hungry, not like she can talk about it. [ It's not like it's not something he can understand in a way.

Adam's careful when Petra starts squirming, not wanting to squeeze her too hard but once the plate of food is set out he reluctantly lets her go to get to the food. He'd have liked holding her a bit longer than that. ]
notglitching: (red - claimed)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-19 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't move. Doesn't, doesn't, doesn't, even though Frisk will feel the tension locked and stalled beneath their hands. Even though that touch is light. Small and warm and meant to be a comfort. Not a claim or a reminder or a threat.

They're trusting. Stupid.

Is that the only reason?]


Don't tell him.
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2017-01-19 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She fishes out her pacdisc to produce another mug and she fills it from the thermos on her desk, steam curling and strong— Europeans don't mess around, and it's essentially espresso. There's a quiet question of "cream or sugar?" before she's passing it over, prepared, and she takes another sip of her own, thick with cream. ]

Mm, everyone was left as they were in their worlds. There were occasional fluctuations in our travels, an effect of the time-space altering presence of the Ingress, or simply some residual energies we traveled through I couldn't say— it was nothing I'm familiar with, where I came from. There was no... magic, no transformations, no abilities beyond the physical. Technological advances, weaponry.

Did you just arrive, then? Here on this planet. [ The notion of having the ability to heal others, though, has her full attention. Not that she couldn't achieve the same technologically, but even her nanites had their limits. To be able to do such a thing naturally? She can't even imagine. ] I can understand how being separated from such would be difficult, I'm sorry. I wish I knew what it is that's hindering such abilities. For myself, the technology I use are very, very tiny machines. They're made up of proteins found in the body, programmed to assist with wounds and organ damage and accelerate the body's natural healing, turning weeks of recovery into minutes. Mending flesh and bone, disintegrating once their job is complete within a couple hours.

But their programming is done by a person— me, essentially, but the idea of having something in your body that could possibly be controlled or taken over by someone else— the concept of nanomachines has been around for nearly one hundred years in stories. That other people could control them and it always ends badly. That isn't how mine work; even I can't alter them once they've left the chamber they're created in and the programming is very carefully secured, but the stigma remains. I don't begrudge anyone their wariness of what they've heard for so long.

[ Her hands fold in her lap, though, and her smile is sincere if a little regretful. She wishes she could do more, but she won't press her technology on any who are unwilling. If anyone allows her, she's quick to reassure them that they 'die' within a few hours to be absorbed back into their body as excess protein, processed within the week. Long enough to do their jobs— stabilizing bone and organ damage with supportive meshes and the like until the body's built over it. ]

Now that I can certainly assist you with. I'm not terribly knowledgeable in plants myself, but I've been studying record of what the Moira had and we preserved many of them— I can show you the journals as well as the plants, just in case any seem familiar. Our typical supplies, however, are more than plenty, and I can teach you all about those.

[ She's already producing the journals with sketches and descriptions of the (mostly alien) flora they had with notations for their purposes, but they're largely being treated as 'in emergency only', when other supplies had run out. ]
prorenataa: (I may be drunk yes)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-19 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Strong coffee in exchange for raw meat? Seems like a deal to him and Adrien simply nods as he accepts the coffee, stepping aside to allow her free access to the carcass.

Courser was a bit of a pest, sitting close to where Angela worked and looking hopeful for any scraps that might come his way. As Adrien stood and inhaled the strong scent of the coffee, he watched the little tracker with a wry expression. ]


Ignore him. He’s already stuffed himself on about three of these creatures.
cadeuces: pixiv artist id @ 467661 (wired and I'm tired)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2017-01-19 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She is, in the littlest of ways, but it took a significant amount to ruffle her after so many years. The drastic cases— injured children, the atrocities man could visit on another, those tortured and maimed, or simply the hopelessness that sometimes settled in no matter how much she's done for someone. When they give up on life because it wouldn't ever be the same, with a cybernetic arm or leg, or knowing they have artificial organs within them. Mass slaughter. Those were the times she had to take a few moments to herself when all was said and done, sit somewhere quiet (and yes, private) and drag her fingers through her hair and just brace the nape of her neck as if she could hold herself upright, braced against her knees. Wind herself back up and march back in like a toy soldier. It wasn't often, but sometimes life still had a way of wedging into the finest hairline fractures.

His exasperation and further sarcasm is enough to make her laugh, soft though it may be under her breath— she knows better, of course, or they wouldn't have been seeing each other near every day for the last six months. Somewhere along the way their schedules would have shifted, they'd see less and less of each other, until they'd become acquaintances passing each other in the halls once every blue moon. No, they valued each other's company, that much was clear, and she's noticed the gradual degrees he's relaxed in her presence as time went on. Recognizes his trust in her when he gives himself over to her direction so easily, allows her behind him in a vulnerable position when he's been ground down to the bone (though she'd never say he'd be out of fight, because she has a hard time believing someone like Snake could ever fail to get back to his feet). It's an amusement that says I know, reaffirming her gentle ribbing. She hasn't often seen Snake interacting with others, but she's come to recognize that it is vastly different from how he is in her presence the few times she has seen him around others, even at a distance. When it's just her and conversation comes easier, he reveals a little more, he doesn't mind her nearly as sharply as he would a stranger in his vicinity. It's trust, not neglect. And that is difficult for most soldiers to come by without explicitly being assigned someone to their unit, knowing they're your rank and capability, that they're fighting on your side and someone else has made the executive decision to fill the hole in your team. ]


I did say 'at least'. I could assign you overnight observation in case of concussion and hog you all to myself if I really wanted to abuse my power.

[ The famous doctor's orders. Practiced hands make quick work before she's settling into the massage, and that is significantly more indulgent. Gentle so as not to hurt him, steady. This, too, is well-practiced— massages come part and parcel with cybernetics and working with amputations, the resultant physical therapy. He can say what he will, but the moment his eyes close and she feels him begin to unwind beneath her touch contradicts that spectacularly and he can likely hear the smile she wears in her reply. ]

Consider it my thanks. [ For many things, really. His friendship. The trust he offers her. His faith in her to do well by him. And if he wanted to be absolutely clinical about it: ] For getting me here, if nothing else. You've fought hard and we're all here, safe, and you did what you could for anyone who may not have to ensure they're still accounted for. When I'm done here, you need to rest. You might as well begin winding down in preparation for it, or you'll be lying there awake for hours.

[ Her touch smooths up the sides of his neck now, swirling carefully up his nape, tracing the line of vertebrae to his hairline. Then the heels of her hands knead in soft, nails scritching in his hair to steady the motion. She'll alternate until he's malleable, worked as loose as possible. ]
a_shadow: (Explanations)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-19 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ She pauses and looks out into the group of people nearby, thinking. The reference to the past tense hadn't been lost on her, and she doesn't really know whether his eye injury happened while on the ship, or before he arrived, but she does know via proxy how difficult it can make shooting. So she may as well bring it up. ]

Have you met York? He's a soldier from the same program I'm in. He has a bad eye, like you.
mylawn: (hhraaghrngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2017-01-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the point.

[Be the biggest possible thorn in Talon's side. Knowing how wanted he is in that particular circle is more than a little satisfying--the smallest bit of revenge on the people who took so much from him.

The smugness is short-lived, however, because he picks up on what she's implying. 76 immediately shrugs off her playful shrug.

Still, he tries to keep his anger under control. Revealing a temper is giving her a weakness to exploit. Instead, he presents a cool fury, almost threatening her to go one step further.
]

Too bad you'll never get to see it.