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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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democratically: (can't be)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-12 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"And you cannot?" Misunderstanding his reasonings for it, although Padmé has noticed the creatures. So far, they seem to keep their distance, and she does hope that it remains the same. If he wishes to ride, why doesn't he simply do so? She regards him again, eyes scanning, wondering if he has been injured on the events that had transpired to bring them here.
tearsinajar: backchat (pic#10656291)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-12-12 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ It wasn't all just about the love she had for her husband, it was also the love she had for her friends. Adrien fell within that category, and it had all begun on the day she'd requested help from the network six plus months ago concerning the shrapnel still embedded and he had stepped up.

After learning of what he'd done, knowing his past, to Elena, the past was the past. It would come to haunt anyone but it wouldn't be up to her to use that information to judge anyone let alone him. She'd had no reason to turn him away, she knew he was hurting on the inside, she knew how his past troubled him. Were she ever in that same position...likely she would've been as bothered, just as closed off, afraid of friendships and attachments.

His hand had come up and she'd nearly reached for it to grip in silent support; she wasn't the only one hurting, he was the better candidate on keeping it all closed off for anyone to tell. Not Elena. She'd come to know him and with that had come the ability to read him.

Right now she struggled with whether or not she should push.

He'd left her at a loss for words with the tender gesture, an unspoken gratitude perhaps for how much she cared for him? A silent thank you for being there for him or trying to encourage him to talk to her?

Elena wasn't too sure.

And here she was left behind to watch him walk away. They all needed time, she would tell herself later. But right now exhaustion, her injuries, the dull ache of them and of the headache forming due to dehyration, it was all a dangerous combination and didn't help her emotions. Pushing out a shaky sigh she pinched the bridge of her nose at the immediate sting of tears that had begun; he was right, she needed to rest.

Her fingers pinched harder and she turned away, nearly bumping into someone in passing, a half-mumbled apology before she exited the tent.
]
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andyr prince | original

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-12-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
( week 1 )

[ the trek doesn't bother Andyr much, if anything, he kind of likes it, and spends most of the time shooting out fish trivia into peoples' inboxes, or keeping an eye on ronan lynch, whom he's proclaimed his new charge. it's sometime after night fall, while the others are setting up camp and picking guard shifts, that he sees the flash of eyes and purple fur, with a flicking tail and a low, animal rumble.

picking up his head, Andyr looks past whoever he's standing next to, towards the wilderness, squinting, until his eyes adjust to get a better picture of it. some panther looking creature, seeming ready to score an easy meal. hrm. there are a lot of options here - shine a flashlight, find someone with a gun, alert one of those one first watch. andyr does known of these. just hunches his shoulders, and lets out a spitting hiss at the animal, unusually sharp teeth bared.

is anything the cat looks at him like he's some kind of brain damaged. thankfully, andyr also has an ice pick hanging from his hip. ]


( week 2 )

[ Val's gone. They hadn't been terribly close before coming to the Moira - knew each other more intimately than either would like, sure, just from consequence of enduring the same hell together, but they'd come to not only get along, but be some sort of support to one another. Val was like a little brother to him, just the same as Alva is like a dad (in a weird way that Andyr doesn't like thinking too deeply on). Now, he's been taken home, and there's the burning dread in him of what he's headed back to. He'd hidden, during the raids, yes, and maybe he'll get out fine on his own, but he's so very delicate, and so very alone.

once they make it through the first gate, and andyr's enhanced biology tanks, he's left with the constant, stabbing ache of the ports in his spine, that's normally a dull annoyance in the back of his mind, rather than something so forefront and piercing. it leaves him feeling weak, and helpless, and useless. not a great combination with thoughts of having failed to protect Val still swirling in his mind. Pain bright and irritating, he leaves the camp now and again, wandering out to some of the decrepit Ingresses, towering ancient and foreboding on this wasteland of a planet, and curls himself up on the metal plates of their base. wrapped up in one of the oversized sweaters Val'd left behind, along with the tawny, sandy colored tree-kitten, Petra, he'd been so fond of (before being stolen away again) nestled in the front pocket, andyr quietly murmurs the poem Val had once read to him. ]


I am the master of my fate... [ he mumbles, voice something distant and empty, as petra crawls out to lick at his chin. ] I am the captain of my soul.

[ inspiring words he wishes he could believe. ]

( wildcard )

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culver: dropturn @ lj (welcome to burlesque)

[personal profile] culver 2016-12-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Nill has a very vague idea of who Snow White is--listen, the only reading material in the church were Bibles and hymnals. But she gets the gist of what he's saying, and knows that he's putting himself at great risk when he steps between her and the animal. She's touched, but also, she knows they need to leave. So as quietly and slowly as she can, Nill takes a step backwards.

This may not have been the best idea.]
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] confident)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-12-12 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[That cuteness hides a mischievous side. Bart's been known to throw or drop fruit on strangers, but fortunately for Adrien, there's no fruit nearby. Venom watches the exchange between the doctor and the tracker, unsure of what to make of it.

He lets it go the moment the examination begins.]


I normally don't eat after casting, though I have been eating when I can.

[His diet has always been strict with the occasional fine cheese indulgence. Actually, a good brie with warm bread sounds heavenly.]

And no, I've not taken any fresh meat lately.
knaval: (no-one waving)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-12 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you were.

[WINKY WOO]

Yeah! The red one. With the beard!
worn_wings: (➶ 016)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-12 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment he stares blankly at her; it seems obvious, in his mind, and it takes a second for him to catch up to the fact that it isn't obvious. He leans back a little, trying to get a better vantage on the horizon. Not that it helps, with the fog.

"I figure, we could use the meat."
ventifact: icontrol @ dw (bruises)

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-12-12 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey's mind keeps wandering back to that ship, wondering if leaving it had been the right move. Obviously, it was too big to repair all at once, but with time... And it would have given them shelter, in the mean time. But instead they'd struck out towards this fabled new Ingress, this hub or whatever, trusting the captains to keep them on course. It's unsettling. Blind faith isn't really one of her strong suits.

Thoughtfully, she glances over at him. She might not recognize it as worry, but she does hear something below the surface of his simple question. The scavenger nods, picking up a stick to poke at the crackling fire. It pops under her ministrations, and flares.]


Been through worse in unfriendlier places. You?
ventifact: easystreet @ dw (ladykiller)

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-12-12 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[A small smile plays across her lips.]

I'm not a car, so no.

[But he's successfully lightened her mood. That is, until he mentions how suddenly the ship crashed. Her smile turns to a frown, and she considers.]

Yeah, it was too... convenient. That we'd crash here. Exactly where we needed to be.
brokeassgoing: (true biznazz)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-12 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Almost up there with Badou's Shitty Ideas, but not quite, so don't worry. Maybe they can get out of this one in one piece.

Maybe if Badou hadn't begun to sing to the animal softly while follow Nill's cue to evacuate.]
worn_wings: (➶ 053)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-12 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a few years since Daryl's gone hunting with a dog to help track. If that's a dog, exactly. Alien space-dog? Close enough. He might not know what it is, but there's no mistaking that body language. Definitely, there's something out there.

"Might take a while to track it," he answers, shaking his head. If he goes, he's not coming back empty-handed. "I'll head out when we camp for the night."
villainry: (oh shit whaddup)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-12 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Given the size of the crew and the scarcity of resources, chances of running into someone else are the opposite of slim. As Loki enters, he can hear the loud opening of cabinets and rummaging through deserted lives. Always infinitely curious, he follows the sound through the house until he happens upon a young woman climbing up on what would have always been an ugly chair.

At least the people who'd lived here once wouldn't have to live to see their furniture trashed: as far as he's concerned, it's always been that way.

He watches the scene for a moment with no small amount of amusement.]


What are you looking for? A hidden safe?
worn_wings: (➶ 041)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-12 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of?

[ That gets a slight smile out of him. Look, Daryl doesn't have much of an ego about most things, but this is the one thing he does pretty damn well, he can be forgiven a little bravado. But only a little, because right after that he's back to business, eyes on the ground, looking for signs of recent passage. ]

Been a while since I had the chance.
saveyourserpent: (hello)

wk3

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-12 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Now, sneaking up on the guy isn't exactly Liquid's intention here, but it is what happens, considering he's paying more attention to the sorts of things he can find in these places than the sorts of people.

Even the most useless junk can be repurposed into something new!

So, yeah, surprise, here's Liquid Snake sneaking up on a guy. Mostly just reaching out for something shiny he spotted that might be useful as a weapon. Never can have too many of those.

But hey, at least he's not an attacking vampire this time! There will be no bloodsucking today. Probably.]
villainry: (do you even lift)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-12 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He raises his brow at the assertion; it seems a bit of a stretch, but then they have been followed by those unmissable giant robots, and who knows how that works? It still seems like a stretch. He doesn't bother answering with a retort, his expression speaks all the sarcasm for him.]

Loki.

[He catches himself before he adds the surname he'd once been so used to. Loki of Asgard, Loki Odinson, Loki of Jotunheim, he's been so many people and none of them have ever been the truth. And the proper method of address--King of Asgard--would have a way of getting around. He cannot trust anyone with that knowledge, even seemingly nice and ignorant of the implications. Especially so.

He looks down at the wrong hand offered to him and shrugs. Somewhere this is bound to be bad luck, but that feels far enough away. Harmless, even, given their run of luck on the Moira thus far. He takes Shiro's hand in his own, a backwards handshake.]
villainry: (i don't want to live on this planet)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-12 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, people subsist on this?

[He holds the can, then shakes it and can feel something sloshing within it. The idea makes his stomach turn. He sets it down on the counter beside him; it's not quite a formal decline, but he's pretty close.]

You Midgardians have, correct me if I'm wrong, 80? 100 years to live? This cannot be helping.
tearmeanewone: (152)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-12 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth shakes her head and scoffs, even though he's more or less hit the nail right on the head. She's an Ingress alright, just a much, much more powerful one under normal circumstances.]

No! No, that's not it at all.

[But she's going to lie anyway.]

How could I be an Ingress? It's a machine, I'm a human.
tearmeanewone: (119)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Just a little, alright? [Truth be told, she's not much of a drinker either, but it's a party. Most people drink at parties.]

I imagine... [Elizabeth tips the bottle of vodka into Elena's cup, giving her about a shot's worth before stopping.] ...those of us who ended up at that one party a few months ago would rather keep our wits about us, hm? [She smiles a little, though it's perhaps a little embarrassed. She remembers the conversation she and Elena had during that year-long party on that strange planet.]

This is a little more low-key in comparison though, right?
villainry: (you don't say)

[personal profile] villainry 2016-12-12 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose we'll see.

[Loki sighs. He had, indeed, asked for this boasting, as grating as it is to hear. With a roll of his eyes, he shifts his focus from the boy to the pair of alien deer in the distance (who have miraculously missed the commotion). With a measure of concentration, he reaches out slowly, and a green mist forms around his outstretched hand, and then the deer themselves.]
tearmeanewone: (177)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
If it's all the same to you, I'd like to avoid shooting as many living things as I possibly can-- to a point, at least.

[If something was threatening her life or the lives of the crew, of course she'd shoot. But at the moment, running seems at least plausible.]
brokeassgoing: (my anus)

*Darth Sidious voice* Welcum, I've been expecting you

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-12 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[if Liquid wasn't expecting Badou to scream clearly he hadn't had his eardrums blow out to a Woke extent the last time they met.]

WHERE THE FUCK IS BLADE WHEN I NEED HIM!?

[so let Badou remind him as he drops the papers he'd been pawing through in order to make the sign of the cross at Liquid]

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-12-12 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, Sideswipe. [He pats the robot affectionately, though he's not sure if the gesture means anything or how his friend can feel it--he seems to feel everything else just fine if this ennui is anything to judge by.] Sometimes that's all we have.

It's just... [He sighs and curls back into himself, watching the far-off celebration with a feeling of exhaustion. How long has it been since he's had the occasion to celebrate anything?] It's hard to understand how anyone can ignore everything going on right now. That's all.
tearmeanewone: (092)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-12 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth stops and turns, large hatbox in her hands. She hadn't expected an audience, even though he apparently had-- she's more used to tossing places when nobody's around.]

Not exactly. You know where one is? [She grins and puts the box back before hopping down off the ugly chair.] I haven't picked a lock in ages.

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-12-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Which leaves me to worry for you then, does it?

[The smile is meek and small, but present. It's all he can manage in the face of everything he feels, and most especially what he can't. His arm slips around her slender shoulders and with a long breath, he manages to keep upright on his feet, even if the steps are slow and less steady than he wants to admit.]

I used to wonder what this felt like. [The revelation is offered only after a fem minutes of slow progress.] How anyone functioned like this.
grandpaladin: (I told you homeboy)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Reinhardt, to his credit, doesn't rush them. He does take a knee, though, to make himself look less enormous. He's smiling as usual, and reaches into his makeshift "sack" to withdraw a handful of candies.]

[Offering them up to the kids with a laugh.]


It may not be, or it may be! But that is no reason not to be giving, ja?

[For her, he pulls out one of the cookies he'd been given earlier. It's not much, but it's better than nothing, as far as he's concerned.]

Happy Christmas to all. And to all a good night.