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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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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-22 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Hadn't thought about it until right now." Obviously. He shrugs. "It would be an easy enough job to get. I don't think I ever want to go back to the military if I can help it."
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necrotag pls feel free to dismiss/we can handwave this thread if u want

[personal profile] cifrado 2017-01-22 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Sombra, thankfully, has more than enough experience with people to not let her inner excitement show. Why, yes, she recognizes him - may have deliberately steered to get herself in a position that even if he didn't answer, she could get something useful, and now that he has?

What an utterly precious man. So sweet, he makes her teeth hurt. She doesn't quite bat her eyes, but Lúcio certainly gets an appraising look as her frown fades.]


Sort of, but what do you mean not 'technically'?
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[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-22 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Daniel said he'd employ me," she says. "Ryuuzaki, that is." She's gotten too used to using his first name on a regular basis and she'd forgotten to refer to him that way. But it should be okay. "If he doesn't have something fulfilling for me, though, I'll probably go into mercenary work."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-22 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd be a terrifying mercenary." He picks something else off her plate, pops it in his mouth and asks curiously, "What does he do for work?"
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[personal profile] desynched 2017-01-22 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine!

[ No she's not. ]

Yeah, but he can't stray too far from everyone-- not enough out there to survive alone.

[ Even someone like Reyes needs to eat. Souls but you know. Whatever. ]
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[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-22 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"He's a consultant," she says, having been admonished by Daniel to give that as a cover story instead of telling about his real profession should someone ask. "He's got a staff and everything. So, he's just going to take me on as well."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-22 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"A consultant...?" York sounds skeptical. "You think you'd be any good at that if the consulting isn't about how to best bash heads in?" He's joking, of course, but her life experience is sort of limited to fighting. So is his.
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[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-01-22 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs. "I'll give it a try, anyway. No harm in that."
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[personal profile] a_perfect_end 2017-01-22 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
...This nonsense with asking does not work, has never worked, and judging from the hard, bare-platter rattling Clu's prompts kick up, it will not work.

No one with a choice has ever given him anything.

This is stupid. Worse, it's careless. He should topple the stack--push harder, flush Rinzler to a hard stall, throw him into a loop and just call for it himself, disc in hand to find out exactly how far his own program's range extends.

It is a test, perhaps, though not for Rinzler. So Clu waits.

Rinzler watches, keen and precise, fingers a gracile blur on lurid keys--the angle of his mask myrmidon sharp, a forty-five degree slice of quiet defiance. And there is nothing quiet about the harsh, ticking throb of his sound.

Still, the output is there, elegantly truncated but entirely correct.

Nothing missing. No attempt at fabrication.

"Yes." Low and sibilant, slow through his teeth. "Good."

Then the values turn over; inferences solidify and describe something else entirely. There is an ugly little possibility, not quite eleven percent, that he is being placated.

"But I'm looking for something more," gently, "while we're here. Do you understand why?"

The set may be too large. Still, nothing worth having is gained without risk.
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[personal profile] gainedlove 2017-01-22 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk pushes themself right back up, scrubbing away a bit of blood coming out their nose and shaking their head.]

Naw, I'm okay! --wait, you can do green magic, too?

[Sure, there's Shyren and the blue SOUL, but they never knew real music could heal!!]
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[personal profile] grandpaladin 2017-01-22 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Lena...

[He trails off, in warning. Like someone who is warning a teenager to mind.]

Unless he doesn't need to survive like we do. Fareeha said he had changed.
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[personal profile] oldforthis 2017-01-22 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Rafe, I may be a lot of things, but senile I most certainly am not.

[God, such a prick. But he gives him a look that says who do you think you're kidding here?]

Sounds like you've been meeting a lot of people in ways you never thought you would. Comes with the space territory. He explain the situation to you?
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[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-01-22 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry, Sister, the hardsuit doesn't come with a full RGB color spectrum in the year freakin' 2183. You'll just have to deal with 'on' and 'off'. ]

You don't have to interact with me again after this, you know, [ Nihlus offers, watching as her face-plate faded to the apparent default state. ] I'll be out of your cowl as soon as we hit camp.

[ He doesn't move to try and get her armor off again. Not yet. Not until he gets a very explicit 'go'. ]
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-22 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
"My parents encouraged me to take piano lessons, or my mother did. My uncles were busy with their businesses and my father was too busy with career as a professor. I didn't really get to use a gun until I was forced to in a situation in the middle of an ocean with Indonesian pirates."

Ah, the memories.

"What time of the day? I can meet you."
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2017-01-22 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Did something happen between you two...?"
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[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-22 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, why is dangerous. Why is a question Rinzler was never meant to have. Clu made sure of that (so many times), but for all the wary stiffness that drapes down his bent spine, Rinzler doesn't stutter. There's no scrape to mark (more) errors, no flinch or struggle to align.

It's not the first time he's run the query.

Satisfactory answers are another matter. The output requested is simple binary, but even the most basic projections can guess that Clu won't take any answer but a negative without proof. (Projection is at least as dangerous with Clu, but the admin took them this far out of bounds, and Rinzler needs every tool in access to keep up.) Safer, then, to answer no. It's not even wrong.

It's not right either. Not completely. Rinzler might not understand Clu's methods, but there's only one reason for an assessment of this depth. Stiffness settles to a rigid, loathsome weight.

Correction.
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[personal profile] kuekuatsu 2017-01-22 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, unless they can give me back what this place took from me when I got here, there's really nothing they can do for me."

But what Kerrigan says about the water definitely earns her further interest from Logan:

"What do you mean by 'be yourself' again?" He thinks he has an inkling of what she means, but before hoping too much, he wants more explanation about the purple water.

"I haven't tried it, to be honest. I'm not too keen on getting poisoned, but I guess if most people drink it without getting sick, it might not be to bad," he shrugs lightly. He's not the most trusting person after all.
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[personal profile] kuekuatsu 2017-01-22 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Urgh" Logan groans as he slowly sits up. The blood lost is making his head swing slightly, but nothing too bad that it's not going to pass in a few moments.

"Not in this galaxy?" he asks, a bit with disbelief. That has to be worst than being sent to another time.

"I don't need medical attention. I just need time," he grunts, waiting for the cuts on his hands to heal by themselves as usual. Except that they should have been healed by now, and Logan can't help but feeling slightly worried about it.

He can see how tensed the young woman seems to be, and it almost makes him roll his eyes: "I'm not gonna hurt you," he states. It's the truth, at least as long as she doesn't hurt him.

"Where are we anyway?"
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[personal profile] kuekuatsu 2017-01-22 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, at least now, everyone can understand you when you talk" Logan adds with a wry smile.

The mention of the bone claws makes him look down at his bandaged hands as he shakes his head: "They're part of me, they're still there. Although, long story short, they're coated in metal now."

Bundling up further in his blanket, Logan shrugs: "It's my healing factor that I miss most." Because really, without it, he's exhausted, sick and unable to use the claws in his hands.
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[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-22 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kobra shoves right back, grinning like a dope. ]

Takes two to tango.
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[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2017-01-23 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
How many apologies do you want?

[ His hands go to his hips, defensive and clearly annoyed. ]
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[personal profile] notglitching 2017-01-23 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Not an answer... but Rinzler can't quite manage much resentment for that now. Once his own levels are approaching normal, he closes the connection, hand flexing a little as he detaches from Tron's grip. There's a step back. A shift, tension not quite stretching so much as rippling down his frame. Lights burn a clear red-orange; control comes easily and fluid. He wants to move, to fight or fly or hunt just for the joy of proving that he can.

In lieu of that, the enforcer reaches back—though he takes more care than he might usually to maintain an open, unaggressive stance for this diagnostic. No threat. His disk lights, splits, recombines and darkens, leaving Rinzler practically humming with satisfaction.

All of him works. The enforcer gives a sharp, unequivocal nod. Much better.]
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[personal profile] worn_wings 2017-01-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Piano lessons. That's so far from the life he knew-- before the world ended or after-- that he can't muster much of a reply. Dealing with Indonesian pirates, that almost sounds normal.

He shrugs. "Whenever they set up camp. Need somewhere to bring it back to."
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[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2017-01-23 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[rolls his eye]

I don't dance much, sorry.
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[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-23 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Take it as you will." Really, though, it probably is a challenge.

He wrinkles his nose, trying to imagine tiny cats sprouting from tree limbs then simply falling off, being left to their own devices - whatever that may be. "That is exceedingly strange. Do you think they all made it off the ship all right?"

Because it would be a shame if all those poor kittens were lost to the wreckage. Kurt might have even suggested finding a way to get another tree to replace that one.

"I am seventeen. You have a year or two on me, but I am willing to bet that I am the more mature one." Spoken like a true 'adult', who seems to have no problem with sticking his tongue out at Peter in a playfully taunting manner.