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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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otiosity: (turned away)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-16 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently it happens here. Others have lost their abilities too.

[Hawke shrugs and then runs a hand down her stomach like she feels a bit nausea or anxiety though her face remains blank]
beautifulspaceraptor: (sadness the second)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-12-16 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a sinking feeling sliding down, down, settling somewhere below his rubs, under his diaphragm.

Nihlus doesn't ask who Rinzler needed to report to. Doesn't let himself think about it at all. ]


To the mouth of the cave, at least? [ he tries again, gently. ] I'll wait a while after you leave.

[ So Clu doesn't know. ]
mylawn: (hhraaghrngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[76 levels Venom with a look that clearly says you’re already here and there’s no pretending you aren’t, but it mostly just comes off as his usual visor-stare. It’s a good thing they weren’t really talking about much that was sensitive anyway, but he’s at a bit of a loss for how to navigate this kind of situation. He’s certainly not going to go out of his way for formal introductions, that’s for sure.

But maybe a little context is okay.
]

Aha was my roommate. Back when we had a ship.

[You know, before they crashed it onto a hostile alien planet.]
arcreact: mel do you need this many tinkering icons (tinkering the sixth)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-12-16 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony starts working on unhinging, unscrewing, and loosening the various minuscule components of the MID almost too quickly to really see what he's doing. He's done it once before, so as far as he's concerned, he's officially an expert. ]

Is it the "creepy, probably spying on you 24/7" part, the "literally can't be removed unless totally inoperable, apparently" part, or is this one of those "I'm from the distant past and anything digital creeps me out on principle" situations?

All valid answers. Well, except the last one.
mylawn: (pic#10433705)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[A dog in the mail, huh? 76 hasn't actually received anything since arriving here, but he's heard of things like this happening. He isn't sure how he'd react, receiving a living thing and having to care for it as a result, but of course Angela took to pet ownership like a fish to water.]

No.

[A lie, because it's sort of unavoidable when you grow up on a farm. Barn cats and the family dog and all the livestock--pets enough for his purposes, but that was another lifetime. He finds it more distressing that she received items of sentimental value. An old Halloween costume? How does the Ingress know these things, much less procure them? It's unsettling.]

Old photos? That doesn't rub you the wrong way?

[It certainly rubs him the wrong way.]
mylawn: (hnngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[After a few seconds of continuous fire, it becomes clear that this isn't working. He has an opening to escape, of course, but 76 has not quite come down from high alert, which means he's currently deciding whether or not he wants to try and scale this giant robot in order to rip its limbs off.

Riptide actually talking to him, however, seems to give him some measure of clarity, enough to be, well. Really extremely angry.
]

What the hell is wrong with you?!
mylawn: (pic#10436224)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Badou, please think about who you are talking to. Does he seem like a guy who goes out and makes friends? Because he's not. He's old and friendless and grumpy about everything.

But at least it seems like they have a destination, not that it stops him from grumbling.
]

This isn't exactly my idea of fun.

[Which of course, begs to question what is his idea of fun.]
cadeuces: art by <user name="goldhardt" site="tumblr.com"> (I'm moving in)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chalk it up to nanomachines; any bruises or lacerations she may have had were gone just as quick, any puffiness beneath her eyes quick to settle. The only sign of stress she shows is in the gentle hints of fussing when no one's looking and the shadow of circles under her eyes. What good would a field medic be if she let the little things drag her down? This sort of a work load was nothing compared to her usual. Multiple sleepless nights in a row were not uncommon, nor tirelessly working through patient after patient after patient and constantly beckoned across a compound to see to one critical case or another. And comfort, just as he suspects, is something she brooks no arguments on— it is as human as it comes, being able to wind down into a nest of blankets and have good food to recharge, if little enough else. This is a life she's used to, and the pacdiscs only made it easier. She'd never set up a camp so effortlessly as she did this one.

Which meant it was only easier to take in those she cares about and offer them much the same. No matter where he falls on the worse for wear scale, Angela isn't having it— she worries easily and often and her arms about him convey it with the way her touch gentles at the nape of his neck and slender fingers feather in his hair, the other sweeping slow between his shoulderblades as long as he'll return the embrace. ]


Was everything all right? I know there were a few unaccounted for, but if you were hurt you should have come to the medical tent.

[ When he eases his hold on her she still stays within the circle of his arms, only giving up the slightest bit of distance and tracing her fingertips along the gauze, just beneath the dark red of old blood with a gentle touch. It leaves her stroking at his temple, palm steady against his cheek as she offers up a smile. ]

I'm doing all right; I healed as many people as I could to get them back on their feet and mitigate the workload. I've seen or heard from everyone I know. And I take to camping rather well, as you can see. Now, let me get a look at that head of yours. Have you had anything to eat? Water? I have coffee, as well, though I think mine is the last cup. You can have it while I make another to warm you back up.

[ As he'd embarrassingly, easily predicted, she settles right into the fussing and feeding as if she'd known his stomach was twisting in hunger at the smell of bread. To be fair, he looks like he needs it; that and at least a few hours of sleep. ]
mylawn: (pic#10436242)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, 76 is just gonna let Reaper fall right on his ass, catching himself on the wall of the cave in order to save himself from a similar fate. All of this would be very funny, he thinks, if not for the context behind it. Drunk and flailing or not, there's hatred burning in both of them.

He waits for Reaper to get up and square off, but when that doesn't happen, 76 decides to take advantage of the fact that he's momentarily on top, leaning hard against the side of the tunnel while telling himself that Gabriel is much worse off than him, in this moment. At least, that's what it looks like.
]

God, you're pathetic.
arcreact: (} squints at through metal faceplate)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-12-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ But is the hair actually a much weirder look than it normally is. ]

Wow. Gross.

[ Tony takes a theatrical step back, both hands held in the air. ]

Don't come near me, you'll wreck the paint job. Your skin doesn't seem to be sloughing off, though, so there's a start.
knaval: (in the ensuing)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it is a little cold-- oh, my god! Oh, no! Why are there so many warnings on my HUD--

[yeah he's gonna fuck with tony and transform into his boat alt mode, landing in the water with a splash.]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Been through worse.

[Once you get literally blown up, a crashing spaceship is just another Tuesday, for all he's concerned. Sure, he's currently without his enhancements and his knee is fucked five ways to Sunday, but he's nothing if not adaptable. You live through what he has, you can live through anything.

And he knows Reinhardt is much the same.
]

Same shit, different day.
knaval: (they gonna rip up your heads)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Iiii was bored, and not expecting you to shoot me in the face?

[he scratches his cheek, a bunch of bullets falling from where he displaced them.]

I didn't peg you as a jumpy one!
mylawn: (pic#10433677)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Shut up.

[And he'll punctuate that command with another spray of pulse fire right at Riptide's feet, even though it's clear the gun does absolutely nothing. Now that he's not yelling and flailing, however, 76 is going to do what he can to assert some dominance in the situation.

If that means holding Riptide at gunpoint to some indeterminate end, then that is what he's going to do.
]

Don't move.
mylawn: (pic#10433703)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, there's the liability.

"Lose your glasses?"

He has no idea whether or not this is a matter of a kid losing his glasses (or if Ginko even wears them), but that's his first guess. Easier diagnosis of the problem then most other things.
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-16 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess you're right.

[He still doesn't see the appeal of sitting around drawing in a cave, but to each their own, he supposes. 76 is running around with a giant gun, so he's got no real room to judge.]

Shouldn't be here by yourself, though. Locals aren't exactly friendly.
aminerproblem: (pic#8597200)

[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-12-16 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[With their numbers dwindling, Megatron is more careful to keep track of the remaining Cybertronians that are under his charge. Supplies in general were sparse - supplies useful to their species even less so, given how particular they were. They needed to keep a sharp eye.]

[When the air is punctuated with the echoes of some kind of explosion and the thin rattling of human gunfire, he follows briskly, footsteps heavy as he approaches the source.]

[Naturally, he finds Riptide there, slacking off. It's not surprising, but he can't help but let the slightly annoyed rumble of an engine escape him.]


Riptide, stop harassing the organics.
knaval: (might be doing?)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not-- I'm not slacking off! Look at this! [furious gestures to 76, who now has two 30+ ft robots standing around him. poor guy.] He's holding me at gunpoint for saying hi!
aminerproblem: (pic#10084522)

[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-12-16 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He crosses his arms, having expected Riptide to have least come up with a better excuse for provoking a crewmate into riddling his armor with bullets and rockets.]

Is that so?
alan_1: (concerned dadface2)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-12-16 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alan watches Nihlus continue to stand and stare. The red lights of his armor seem to sway, as if the turian is struggling to stay on his feet. Alan does actually wonder if Nihlus has been drinking -- he himself has been helping out with tallying supplies, so he knows at least some of the alcohol on the Moira made it off of the ship. He finds himself worrying despite everything. Is this Nihlus’s way of coping with what he did? Perhaps Alan should feel some kind of vindictive satisfaction at the thought, but he doesn’t. Not even close.

Still, if he finds that he can’t find it in him to hate Nihlus (at least, not without judging his explanation first), Alan’s current opinion of him is still far enough from warm that he isn’t going to approach him himself. If Nihlus isn’t in a state to talk, then they won’t. He turns away, leaving the turian to either continue to stand there or walk off. Silently, Alan hopes for the latter.]
redshitlord: (Swallowed into space)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-16 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
But it ... it's just a crash. He's...

[They're made of metal. They're strong. How can someone just not be here?]

[He's tried so hard to keep up the positive vibes. To be strong and optimistic. But Riptide can probably watch that front just start crumbling away right in front of him.]


Why?
redshitlord: (shut up and kiss me)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-16 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
... Okay? I mean, whoops, but we've got them now right? That's the important thing here!
knaval: (how that light you love)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes!

[he throws his hands up, frustrated.]

Why do you never believe me!
knaval: (just the shoreline)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[riptide sighs, pulling sideswipe into a hug.]

Anything could've happened, Sideswipe.
knaval: (real enough yet)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-16 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You're... seriously not seeing the problem here?