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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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redshitlord: (what you say)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-12-18 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's like. A nickname.

Since Anakin says your his wife and all. Soooo...
saveyourserpent: (heh)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-18 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
...You smoke, and yet you were worried about me sucking a little bit of blood out. Strange priorities, there.
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-18 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe we could use some leaves, eh?

[There's a low laugh, with Reinhardt crouching down to better look Lucio in the face.]

It is nothing. You needed it, and I was here. [He nods, like this decides everything.] Did it help?
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-18 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't leave his hand there for any longer than necessary. Withdrawing it before the shrug totally happens. It's an automatic gesture with him, honestly. Sometimes he forgets not everyone accepts it.]

[But he pulls back, with a slow nod, and half-smile.]


Do not worry about me. I will manage.
grandpaladin: (I told you homeboy)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-18 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[... you don't see Omnics smile like that. Although, maybe it's because they don't have faces like that.]

[It makes him laugh. Loud and long and full of good, honest amusement.]


No, no, you don't! This is a special case of Christmas.
brokeassgoing: (that sure is dismal)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-18 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Surely you snuck up on me to do something besides nag me like the dead grandmother I've never met, right.
grandpaladin: (TO GLORY)

i keep reading that last bit like the moon of jupiter

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-12-18 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
I do not doubt your skill. Only our supplies.

[Mostly because he didn't think they had anything like cookie ingredients to work with. That they do is a good thing. A welcome discovery. But, honestly, leave it to someone as resourceful as her to find them. Or a decent substitute. Something to work.]

[Who better to support the people around them than her, as well?]

[Sometimes, you can pretend you're back at headquarters. Or he could, before the ship crashed. Knowing Angela was nearby. Jesse somewhere about. Ana and Fareeha quieter presences. Of course, there were gaps. There were people missing. But it was close.]

[And for a moment, he hopes Brigitte is doing all right, where she is.]


Ah, but they may be rock collectors! And then where would we be?

[He accepts the half cookie with a grin, lopsided and too full of teeth.]
worn_wings: (➶ 034)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-12-18 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Need, arguably, has arisen here-- but Daryl's more than okay with taking responsibility for heading out. He nods, though. Another bowman... maybe that's just out of necessity, too, since it's easier to fashion a bow than a gun. Hard to call without knowing more. For his part Daryl's just glad not to have lost his crossbow to the Ingress, or anywhere else along the way.

"Real problem is, ain't seen a stream or nothin' since we started." Huffing an annoyed breath, he shrugs. "And I dunno if they know where we're going."

That's a joke. Maybe? Probably.
warandpeace: (I wιll collecт yoυ αɴd cαpтυre yoυ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-18 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Then I suppose all you can do is give her all the information. If he's not the same as he was in a lot of ways, she can't at least understand she can't predict him like she would someone she knows.

[It's difficult to think about that being rejected. He knows what it's like to not be listened to. As much as he genuinely cares about Venom, having been ignored so many times in favor of Ocelot was a little wearing. For all the admiration in him, that part always left him feeling miserable.]

[Surely he hopes that her mother would listen.]

[But rather than mention that concern, he positions himself in front of her.] My right shoulder is capped with metal. It holds on the generator for my arm prosthetic.
fight4theusers: ([game] interested)

[personal profile] fight4theusers 2016-12-18 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron hasn't seen a Bit since... well, before he left the old ENCOM system, so it's something of a shock to see the small blue ball floating along as though he's right at home here on this planet. He follows the bobbing Bit along the pathways (and off, Bit's don't follow roads), until he finally reaches where Alan is keeping watch.]

[He smiles slightly upon seeing his User, and moves to stand beside him.]

Would you like some company?
psychadrellic: (i'll never unsee that)

Week 2

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-18 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Thane is traveling with a similar mindset to Elizabeth, though he's unaware of it. He keeps to himself while keeping an eye out, taking advantage of what natural cover is available to keep himself hidden while he checks for threats. He feels the loss of his biotics the way he might feel the severing of a limb - sudden and shocking, although thankfully painless.

He guesses the culprit fairly easily, grimaces to himself, and continues forward...just in time to catch sight of a familiar figure swaying on her feet. He's at her side in moments, a firm but gentle hand ready at her elbow to offer support if she needs it.]


Are you unwell?
psychadrellic: (i need a strong drink)

Week 1

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-12-18 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He hears the scratching, among all the debris and wreckage, and moves closer to find out what it might be. When he sees what appears to be a very young woman, carving industriously away at a bit of metal, he approaches her curiously.

He's surprised that she notices him, but doesn't show it, instead blinking gracefully at her remark and inclining his head in agreement.]


She will not be forgotten for as long as those she bore remain alive.
fight4theusers: ([manip] what's that?)

Week 3

[personal profile] fight4theusers 2016-12-18 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron has felt the power drain as well, his circuits faded and dim as he forces himself to keep moving, going through the motions. Like Rinzler, he can keep going for a very long time on low power, though his higher processes will begin to fail after awhile.

The cave draws him in, the promise of power an invitation he can't name, but a feeling deep in his circuits. He can see it, sense it, and the glow is just a tease beyond the rocks. He nearly slams right into Rinzler, the other program practically invisible with his own circuits a dim red in the darkness.]


Rinzler... [He takes a step back, his voice quiet. Neither of them are in any condition to fight now, as his double is obviously just as weakened as he.] There's power here... can't you see it?
gainedlove: (* Cool Down)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-18 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[They jerk to a sudden halt when Rinzler grabs their arm, a flinch that they quickly mask as they turn around, worry and confusion painting their every feature.]

What--what's wrong? Do you...I-I can stay with you, we'll find him together, then!

[That must be it, right? If he's weak and hurt he wouldn't want to be left alone and vulnerable, right? Should have thought of that, Frisk, why are you going off without thinking, you're better than this!]
gainedlove: (* Pause)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-18 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk looks down at their boots, scuffed up and worn from the month of travel. They're nothing at all so great as Lucio's skates, but they don't really want to say that out loud. It would...be rude, right? He's being nice to them, they shouldn't try to throw that back in his face.]

Um...thanks. They're...comfy.

[Frisk's gaze quickly flits back to Lucio, and a question spills out of them before they can quite catch themself.]

How fast can you go on those?
gainedlove: (* Cool Down)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-12-18 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[They stiffen by the slightest of degrees, and they resist that tug for a moment. They...they should listen to him. They know that. He's older, he knows better, they're just a dumb kid, what could they possibly--]

B-but--! I am bein' careful, I--I've been in lots of FIGHTs before!

[And they won every single one, in the end. Didn't they? Even if it took a hundred tries, even if they had to start over a million times--]

[It's what they remember.]

An'...an' there's no one else around t' help! I've gotta!
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-12-18 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Anakin, like Obi-Wan, was born knowing the Force — perhaps more intimately, being born of the Force. To be cast out from that...

This isn't new, he thinks, but Anakin doesn't hear it as he should, and the implication spreads like numbness to Obi-Wan's fingertips. His fists pump to draw blood into his cold fingertips, but little he does helps drive away that chill of remembrance.

He lifts his chin, recalling his own Master's voice, hearing it as if Qui-Gon still lived at his side, still spoke from well above him.

Be brave, Obi-Wan.

Despite their differences, those simple words of encouragement inspired so much more from him than anything else. Kenobi couldn't have ever imagined back then he'd had so much more in him. How he hadn't noticed it before is still a mystery — encouragement even contains the courage in question — but perhaps he'd just been too young to realize how important that support was to him, especially at a time when he already felt so vulnerable (and far too stubborn to admit it).

Be brave, Anakin.

He wants to say it aloud, but Anakin is the bravest man he knows. Skywalker has faced more in his arguably short lifetime than any one person ever should. And still, he stands. Even without the Force. Somehow. Despite it all.
]

You're not wrong.

[ He places a hand on his best friend's back, just between the shoulder blades, connecting as he can, pleased at the spread of warmth under his fingers. ]

But there are some advantages. A unique perspective, if nothing else.
notglitching: (red - turn and look)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-18 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[As thoroughly as the enforcer's trying not to focus on the water, he nearly misses the other entry completely. When one faint blue glow differentiates itself among the rest, Rinzler sidesteps quickly, noise snarling in a hash of static. It's his lagged reaction time more than anything that keeps his disks out of his hands—by the time motor functions have managed even a twitch, he's remembered he can't light them.

And, belatedly, that he probably shouldn't. But if the overtures a few decicycles back have put them on less hostile terms, Rinzler still doesn't want his duplicate in his space. Much less babbling about data he already has, and can't glitching use...

The harsh rattling persists as Rinzler jerks his head to the side, an irritated gesture that flags the stream, and pointedly just that. He's looking at the lights... but they don't feel right. Not even from this distance.]
notglitching: (red - turn away)

Sorry for taking so long!

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-18 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Silence is all Rinzler's ever had. Silence, and waiting, and choking on the scrape and grind of his own errors behind doors or cages or the opaque mask of his own shell. It's what he's made for, and what he's going back to soon enough.

This doesn't feel much different. He stands and listens as the user's speech loops back on itself, frustration cycling without an end. She talks herself into her own conclusions with no help at all, and Rinzler can't see any reason to disturb them. Of course she doesn't understand. They don't match now, and they never have. But that's not what she's after, that's not what she's asking, and he's sick of hearing her waste words.

The dark mask lowers. Hands curl, just the slightest fraction at his sides. He doesn't have the energy to bristle or get angry. He can't bring himself to care if she misreads again. But the demand is there, coded into the enforcer's pause, looping in the static scrape that fills each voiceless, empty beat.

Give him an input. Ask him a question. Tell him what you want, just say it. Or go ahead and let him leave.]
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-12-18 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Good to know.

[She settles in on the seat behind him, and gets to work, starting at the base of his neck and working through the clusters with a firm hand.]

What do you think we'll find when we get to the center of all this?
notglitching: (red - reflections and traces)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-18 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not the issue. The ticking rattle rises with a surge of frustration, mask twitching in an unmistakable glare before Rinzler's empty hand reaches for the TAB.

Fine. Words.]


Clarify association: Clu.
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] hair veil)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-12-18 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Though most of his efforts have been going to Bart's well being over his own. He can't stand the thought of an innocent creature dying because of him.

He quietly watches Adrien scan through all the data. Hopefully there's nothing serious, or at least nothing like what happened the last time Venom visited him.]
saveyourserpent: (smirk)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-18 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I've been scavenging, which has absolutely nothing to do with you, actually. You just happened to be in the way.

Also, eat your bloody vegetables.
notglitching: (red - headtilt)

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[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-18 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Rinzler's seen the odd car-tank in the cargo bay, he's not particularly familiar with its design. The gel Shepard is smearing it with, on the other hand? Is a lot more familiar. He knows it as an energy supplement, a quick patch for stabilizing damaged code. In particular, his own.

He'd been heading for the transporters parked nearby, but steps pause mid-vector, quiet rumble ticking out across the space. Rinzler makes no move to interrupt the user's mutterings, but there's a slight slant to his helmet that might not be so hard to read.

Does that really work?]
tearmeanewone: (108)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-18 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[The most apt comparison, she thinks, is that her inner ear is blocked and she can't find equilibrium, yet when she opens her eyes there's only one of Thane looking back at her. That should be comforting, the lack of double vision, but it doesn't fix the rest of her problems, the least of which is a bloody nose she hasn't realized she has yet.]

Yes. [Why lie to Thane? Especially about something that is probably painfully obvious?] Are we slowing down? [Surely she's not the only one who's having difficulty with suddenly losing an ability.]