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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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prorenataa: commission dnt (pensive pacing)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"When the need arises," Adrien said, offering little beyond that. Though he did draw the makeshift bow that was settled over his shoulder and motioned to the makeshift arrows sticking out of his bag.

They might indicate the man had more than a passing acquaintance with having to make the most out of native fauna.
prorenataa: (Damn it fine I care)

Luuuccciiiooo

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello, Lucio. [ The doctor's greeting was significantly more subdued, though this wasn't particularly out of the norm.

And he did glance over with a professional eye; just checking!

Perhaps, oddly enough, despite prowling around like a bear with a migraine, Adrien did not take offense to the question quip. His exposure to Lucio over the past months had taught him that it was just the man's speaking style. ]


Seems some attention to this place is necessary. You keeping out of trouble?
prorenataa: (Almost innocent looking)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you know the importance of making the most of your available opportunities. [ It was a statement, more than a question and the scan was now over.

Stepping back, Adrien tapped on the device, scrolling through the data. ]


prorenataa: dnt (wet profile eh)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The word 'friend' stroked over jagged edges, and saw Adrien ducking his head slightly, though he was at least good enough not to open his mouth and let the stupid thoughts in his brain out into the open air between them.

Instead, he swallowed the bitter words, the self-recrimination and allowed himself to be distracted by the mental image of Nate doing laundry.

...

His imagination wasn't that good. ]


You do laundry?

[ Not trying to be offensive here! Merely somewhat dubious about Nate's level of domestication. ]
prorenataa: (I can clean up nicely)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Perpetual optimism. [ Adrien responded. Then, after a pause, he shrugged. ] I need to go back, to the Neheda. Figure my best option for a targeted return is to get to the people who know how the Ingress works.

[ There was also the small matter of not having a ship of his own, and like Snake he wasn't going to horn in on Niko and Tali's private time together.

But truthfully, even if he had a ship, without knowing how to jump dimensions traveling aimlessly around space held no appeal for him. Adrien knew where he had to go and he suspected he needed an Ingress to get back there. ]
mylawn: (raaaghghrh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-17 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I can see that.

[Still sort of wondering if this is real life. 76 almost thinks he'd prefer Omnics--at least he knows what to do when giant robots shoot at him. For now, however...]

I'll leave you to it.
prorenataa: commission dnt (surveying surroundings)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Courser continued to look at the pair expectantly, and Adrien shook himself out of his momentary 'dah fuck' to walk over to the tracker.

Giving his colorful ears an approving scritch, he hunkered down next to the body, careful not to touch it but studying it all the same. ]


Look to be organic. [ He announced. ] And from what looks like the kill bites, similar anatomy to most humanoids; weakness at the neck. [ Most people would approach a dead body with a sense of horror, perhaps apology. After all, just because the 'face' was little more than a bunch of fangs, didn't mean the humanoid was hostile.

That didn't exactly stop Adrien from laying out a threat assessment; sometimes he really was as far from the Hippocratic oath as a doctor could get.

Straightening up, he glanced over at Tony and after a brief consideration, reached into his messenger bag. Swapping out the WAGD for the large knife he also kept handy, Adrien twirled the blade around and laid it up along his forearm.

A small flashlight appeared next, and he touched Courser's ears, flicking his fingers at eye level in an unspoken command that saw the tracker trot forward into the dark recess of the tunnel.

Clicking on the light, he raised it, flicking from one wall to the other to measure how wide the space was between them before he began to walk after his bahari. ]


Some flowers would be nice. Luminescent, tasting like butterscotch, with restorative properties. Maybe a caffeine like component; caffeine and butterscotch. That would be delightful.

[ Look, if you're going to dream about the impossible, dream big. ]
mylawn: (pic#10433709)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-17 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[He flinches under the hand, an automatic response that betrays a dislike of or unfamiliarity with being touched in such a way. After a moment, however, he seems to settle, though the discomfort of having Reinhardt clasping his shoulder doesn't quite go away.

After a moment, he tries to shrug him off as gently as possible.
]

You too.
democratically: (this should be interesting)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-12-17 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Wife-akin.

[There certainly is a hint of amusement in her murmured stating of that word.]

That- is unique.
justice_from_above: (pic#10690677)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-12-17 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Reinhardt, no. He's strong. He's got a big heart, though. My mother ... it's hard to tell. We've been out of contact for a while, I don't know quite what she's capable of. Back in her day she was a force to be reckoned with and I don't doubt it hasn't changed, but Reaper has. He's something else entirely. I did warn her, but I have no sway over her.

[But she thinks she's had enough talking about her mother for now. She stands and stretches, enjoying the new, fresh feeling of a knot-free back. She taps Miller on his shoulder and motions him out of his seat.]

Okay, your turn.
knaval: (we packed up)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-12-17 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
So you're not mad? Awesome.

[gunfingers at soldier]
warandpeace: (I ѕeeĸ тo cυre wнαт'ѕ deep ιɴѕιde)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-17 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
☄ Week 1

[People don't come back.]

[That's just how life is. People are gone, and then they don't come back. Even in this place, where if they do come back, they don't remember him. But when he sees Harry for the first time (it takes him too damn long to figure this out).]

[So he quiets the hope he immediately feels when he sees him. Because a resemblance means very little here, and Kaz usually seeing someone again means they won't remember you. The damage he sees on Harry could be how he died, or it could be someone that looks like Harry superficially and doesn't have all that much in common with him.]

[When he approaches from the side, Kaz is staring at the improbable with so much doubt in his expression. Because people don't come back.]

...Are you Harry Hart? [He ignores the "blood from a stone" comment (though it is accurate) asks in a tone that, despite all of those violent doubts, still manages to be a little hopeful.]
mylawn: (pic#10433702)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-17 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Color. Night vision. Infrared. Auto-targeting.

[When he really needs it, which isn’t often. The tactical visor was a lucky find in that regard—an environment scanner is always useful, especially if CERTAIN PEOPLE think it might be a good idea to sneak up on him.]

I can go on, if you want.
mylawn: (pic#10433707)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-17 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tries to take a step closer, maybe do something menacing like kick him in the ribs, or something, but the instant 76 takes his hand off the tunnel wall, his vision swims and his stomach rolls, indicating that it’s not at all a good idea. He has to pause, imbalance evident as he puts his hand right back where it was, growling at the effort it took.

It seems like a good time to extricate himself from the situation, both of them incapacitated as they are. Even snarling petty jabs at each other isn’t satisfying, not when his head is pounding and Reaper looks just as miserable. 76 should be glad they managed a conversation for as long as they did, even if it wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. He turns to go.
]

I’ll see you there.

[Even if he’s certain that Gabriel is already intimately familiar.]
mylawn: (rrghbll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[All of this is a little more unsettling than he wants to voice, but if she isn’t bothered by it, he’s not going to press the issue further. 76 is self-aware in his paranoia, a more logical part of him always needling that perhaps he’s taking it a bit too far. that sometimes it’s best not to question and accept things at face value. Maybe it’s all just a coincidence. Maybe the ship just spits things out with no rhyme or reason.

Still, it’s hard to get past the photos. Who does this? How do they know? How does it work? What’s going to happen if and when the Ingress decides to throw up some of Jack Morrison’s old things, addressed to him?

He supposes it’s a moot point. There’s no ship anymore. They’re supposedly on the planet with the device that will get them all home.
]

Really? Feels like the ship’s crawling with your ex-Overwatch friends.

[Her tapestry theory would make sense in that regard.]
brokeassgoing: (requiem)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-18 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno if they even got decent teeth...

[he definitely startles, then hums]

Well wouldja look at that.
brokeassgoing: (business time)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Real shitty. So shitty. They know better than to keep me from smoking, at least.
brokeassgoing: (i'm not a model)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
The bedrooms. They're real small, back to back, and while I haven't heard anything back there that's dangerous...its better to have someone watching your back.

[jerks his chin towards the back of the house]
brokeassgoing: (pic#9511211)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-18 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
So you've admitted you're a Terminator. I get it already. You're just missing the bike is all.

[thankfully (for 76) they'll be at the campsite in a minute]

Nah, wouldn't want you to get a big head or anything.
alterplex: (39.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Prod at Venom's closet, and the skeletons will cascade. As put-together as Venom is, as put-together as everyone believes him to be, he is, in every sense of the word, a mess: a void, a pastiche, a collage.

But he wears his duties well, and he lets Dorian rest on him for the duration of time that Dorian is conscious enough to derive comfort from it. He'll have to move later in case he needs to act quickly in an emergency, but for now, he's content to stay put and listen.

The explanation that his companion provides for his past is dense, with certain terms that go over Venom's head. But the gist is there, and Venom's answer is simple, as all of them tend to be.
]

So you're fighting for your own cause.

[ Just or not, that's not Venom's call to make. But he levels Dorian with one of those all-encompassing 'looks', one that settles without judgment. Neutral, but not cold. ]

The world isn't gonna like people like you. [ Not exactly words of comfort, but. Well.

There's a warm edge to Venom's tone, anyway.
] But you're hardly an 'aberration'.
worn_wings: (➶ 019)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't mean anything by it-- she's still on her feet so obviously she's managing-- but there's gotta be space for people who need a rest, right? He's not sure he could offer his bike without it seeming weird-- there's space, but not much space-- but they're not gonna get through this without keeping an eye out for each other.

He nods. If she says she's all right, no reason to think she isn't.

"You need a rest, you let me know." He'll figure something out, if that changes.
shiro2hero: (DENSER right it's denser thanks son)

IT'S OK

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-18 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[At least she's laughing. There's that. That means it wasn't a total flop, right? Score one for tall, broad and perpetually exhausted. He'll take whatever he can get in that department.]

A familiar, conscious face, anyway.

[That's probably meant to be something of a joke. Probably. But his sense of humor is not quite up to the same stuff as most normal people. Hence the propensity for terrible puns when he's in a good mood. Or just plain bad Space Jail jokes.]

[Still, that coffee might as well have been pure gold. Or something even more precious. It's almost unrecognizable -- that taste. It's just been too long. But he can't deny he's dragging the tip of his tongue over the roof of his mouth a little longer than necessary.]


I guess it's easier to find things to do when you're a doctor than a pilot. Hard to do that when there's nothing to fly.
shiro2hero: (sad dad had bad)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-12-18 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Every day.

[Pidge is fine, if frustrated with the tech. Allura is... adjusting. Not well, but adjusting. Then again, he can't blame her.]

Are you sure you're okay?
redshitlord: (caught that slow alright)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-18 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
But we did find it.

And now we have the water and this. So it's okay dude.

[He shifts a bit, then looks up again.]

... I'll tell people I put it in my disc and forgot. Okay? Okay. Glad we decided this.
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[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-18 05:39 am (UTC)(link)


[It's probably going to be a while before he pulls his face back. Or lets go at all.]

[Because what if this is it. What if something happens tomorrow and there's no more of this? There's no more Riptide. No more stupid movie nights. Or somewhere to sleep that isn't alone.]

[He... doesn't know what to do with this.]


... don't let go.