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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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a not good occurrence

[personal profile] inconsequence 2016-12-19 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
They draw its attention. Perhaps it would be a decent strategy - if Frisk were not the sort of person to fall upon every sword presented to them, charging into circumstances unarmed and unprepared, wearing nothing more than a dirty bandage and a smile.

A tactic that functioned well enough Underground, where battles are rituals and expressions of self just as much as they are utilitarian. But there are no turns here, no courtesies; they are scraps, hard and fierce and unpredictable.

Chara's smile blazes. The club swings in a swift and unyielding arc until it collides with the side of the thing's head with the wet slap of wood meeting hard flesh.

"I am not asking," says Chara, the words a low hiss, in the precious moments it takes for the beast to recover. "Get out. Now."
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[personal profile] tinkerhell 2016-12-19 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The warmth of the fire keeps him sleeping longer than he might have liked. When he wakes, its with a wicked hangover, the kind that blurrs his vision when the light hits it. He snarls, instinctively trying to scramble away from the unexpected object, but failing to make it very far thanks to how dizzy he still is.

Reaper's vision swims behind half closed eyeballs, and he smells something cooking. But there is a silhouette he thinks he recognizes -- a faint purple glow that has him fighting for clarity of some sort, one hand coming over his eyes to try and lower the light reaching them.]


Sombra?

[The snarl of undeath is missing.]
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-12-19 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Fareeha eases up a little as she hears him hiss, but she's not relenting entirely; these knots need to go. She listens as she works, feeling grateful that their friendship has evolved to this place of mutual trust. It carries in her voice when she replies,]

I'm honored that you trust me so. It doesn't sound like you've had an easy time of it and I appreciate you giving me this chance. [She stops kneading for a moment to just squeeze his good shoulder lightly, before going back to work. She lets the silence hang, and then in sharing the vulnerability she figures it must have taken for him to admit that, opens up a little more herself.]

It's been difficult for me to get close to people. I was a different person growing up, and certain things put me on a path to ... be more independent and self-reliant. I found it easier to close off. I've only learned recently it's not healthy to do that, but letting people in? People I don't know, it's been hard. You and I, I feel like we're kindred spirits, if I may be so cliche. We've got the same goals.

[They're protectors, they strive to do the right thing.] Thank you, for giving me this chance.
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[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-12-19 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Don't say anything. It's not real. Don't say anything.

The words echo through his head, but for every moment Asriel was strong, there were too many moments were he was weak-willed. Each planet they landed on was a cruel, new experience. Planets that sold you into slavery without a second thought about who you were or where you came from, planets that trapped you in a false paradise while you wasted away.

So why wouldn't he believe that there was a planet out there that made you think your dead sibling was back after disappearing all those months ago? The flowers that covered their skin, the formal way Chara was speaking too... clearly, it was doing a bad job of being a fake! After all, doesn't this planet know what a real human looks like?!

Tears start to fall - of course they do, and as much as he tries to make himself disbelieve (it was a trick he was going to get hurt), there's a childishness to him that wants this to be real. It wouldn't be. Chara wouldn't really be back, but-

God, they've missed them so much.

"C-Chara? ... Are you... you're real?"
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[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-19 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
You might have to blame yourself for that one, hm?
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[personal profile] divagated 2016-12-19 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally, when a Jedi was faced with few rations to survive on, they could rely on the Force to help them survive. Except thanks to the power dampening, Ahsoka can't even feel the Force around her, and it's made this last week that much harder.

But now, even with an abundance of water in front of her (albeit, purple water), she's more distracted by the giant robot practically inhaling it already.]


Enjoying yourself?
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[personal profile] divagated 2016-12-19 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
No. [She doesn't even lie. There's no point. Even if she says she's alright, he'll know she's not, because even with her normal hue of orange skin, she looks pale, terrified, and a lot closer to her age than her confidence and maturity makes her seem.]

I can't feel anything. It's all-- it's all gone. [Trying to put it into words is hard. She feels lightheaded and it's hard to focus. One would think silence would make it easier, but when you live your entire life with the constant touch of the Force around you, on top of sense surpassing a regular human's, it almost made her feel sick to have both ripped away like this. Losing one had been bad enough, but both? This was almost cruel.]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[76 has to stop himself from groaning outright, because he knows Ana well enough to understand when she's needling. Poor Venom. Poor this entire situation. Still, hehas absolutely no choice but to play it cool. It's moments like this where he's glad for the visor.

Is Venom joking? He has to be. This is ridiculous!
]

You don't have to indulge her.

[Seriously, you don't.]



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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
The arch of 76's eyebrow is visible right at the top of his visor, making it at least a litte apparent that he's not quite buying this. Still, if it's not hs business, it isn't his business, so he'll try to avoid prying unless it's absolutely necessary. He makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.

"If you're sure."

He makes a note to keep an eye on this kid either way.

"Just watch your step."
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[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-12-19 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
[The days following the crash had brought back far too many painful memories. Maybe she hadn't seen the crash that Steve "died" in, but being on the radio with him, losing him-- and now doing that all over again, plus the added bonus of losing the place had become almost home, and seeing so many friends hurt or gone--

Difficult didn't seem to cover it.

So she did what she always did when she didn't want to face her feelings: she kept busy. She assisted with the search and rescue, she helped with salvaging, she even helped with some minor first aid when she could. Anything so she didn't think.

Which is why she's still lingering by the crash site, and why she spots Tony when she does. It's been a while since she's spoken to him, and now definitely seems like a fitting time to check in.]


Mind setting me free? [She gestures to the useless device still on her wrist. It's been an annoyance since she arrived, and while she's gotten used to it over the last nine months, she won't complain to see it go.]
mylawn: (rrghbll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Depowered or not, 76 still has all his training at his disposal, so although he migt not be able to lift as much or run as fast or jump as high, he's still sharp enough to catch the thermos as soon as it falls into his line of vision. Then, he promptly curses himself for not seeing this coming.

He's still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he's managed to get himself blackmailed, of all things, and the sight of the culprit just renews his anger about the situation. 76's voice is little more than a growl.
]

You want something?

[The make it quick is sort of implied.]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
[76 grumbles something inarticulate--probably about lack of planning--then circles the table, as if gauging how to best go about it. He settles on the legs, snapping the first one off with little effort and holding it out for Badou to take.]

Here.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He makes an indignant little noise at being told to eat his bread--he might already be sneaking some of the crust to Eiger, something he knows Angela will not approve of. She's stern enough in her answer that he almost second-guesses his decision to refuse her food and painkillers. The water, at least, is nice, and he sneaks another long sip under his mask.

Not that she's turning to look, or anything. It still strikes him that she gives him this measure of privacy when it would be so easy for her to discover who he is.

Unless she already knows, of course. 76 decides not to think about that.
]

They should be glad to have you, at any rate.

[A compliment? Sure, why not. Take some of the heat off him for not eating the bread.]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-12-19 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[76's expression is mostly hidden behind the mask. His eyebrows are visible right at the top of the visor, however, making it easy to see the way they creep up his forehead, like he's not sur whether to believe her or not. She's a bit infuriatingly casual about the whole thing, which makes him wonder whether or not she's just screwing with him, but he guesses he should probably give her the benefit of the doubt on something like this.]

Did you get it checked out?

[Because really, that just sounds like bad news.]
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[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-12-19 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's grateful for a basic knowledge of Norse mythology so she at least understands some of what he says, but even when she doesn't, she'd be damned if she let him know.]

It's certainly no picnic here. [But Earth isn't always much better, she wants to say. Loki had seen it nearly 70 years after how she knew it, so she knew things were much different. Hopefully better, with less poverty, war, and suffering, but she knew it wasn't completely gone. Just from what Steve had told her, Earth still had a ways to go.]

Which makes it all the more necessary for us to work together if we want to survive. [As she says this, she takes a can of food from her bag, setting it on a nearby piece of dingy, broken furniture. It's for him, should he be willing to put aside his pride for the moment.]
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-12-19 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)

"No, I can't - I'm not strong enough. I can't take him down." She breaks down a little, coming to the threshold where her vulnerability exceeds her stoicism, that as much as she wants to keep her mother from her own anguish, she needs her comfort.

"He tried to kill me. He would have succeeded - Lúcio found me, he took me to the medbay and Ratchet saved me. They both saved me."

Fareeha can't look at Ana. This is her failure, which persists with the knowledge that if he did do anything to her mother, she couldn't retaliate. Not successfully.

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[personal profile] cifrado 2016-12-19 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't startle as he stirs. Continues stoking the fire, though she does trail off her humming as he gets back to the land of the living and half-coherent. When she hears him speak, her lips quirk in to a smile.]

Buenas dias, mi amigo. This where we're setting up camp, huh?

[because Clearly this is where Gabriel expected to fall asleep. Pass out. Whatever. Either way, she's far from sarcastic, because there's no need to be sassy or snarky here. If anything, she needs to reassure Gabe that not only is she not a threat, but, in fact, a very good person to have at his back.

Speaking of which...she sets a plate on the ground towards him. It's nothing special - she took the things that others had been eating that looked most like what she, in turn, was familiar with.]


Think you could eat something while I see what you did to yourself?
cifrado: (the void that cries through you)

[personal profile] cifrado 2016-12-19 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She does, but it never hurts to encourage underestimation. Shiro earns himself Sombra bopping herself on the head as if she should have figured he'd be prepared.

"Ha- I should ask if you brought snacks, too." She doesn't, though, instead turning back around and gesturing at one of the openings. "From what I could tell, jefe, they're all about the same- pick a hole."
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A - scouting (see: murdercat reunion)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-19 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Staying with others is definitely overrated. Especially when the system had inexplicably split in two. For his part, Rinzler spends a good deal of time airborne, keeping both travel groups equipped with transporters and using his own craft to probe the defenses of the bubble blocking off the next zone.

Given the lack of progress on that count, dealing with the local threats are one of the more pleasant distractions he's found. And the fluid, feline movement underneath certainly looks close enough from the air. Rinzler angles his lightjet for a low, fast dive, pulling up just meters over the ground and snapping his baton together. The craft derezzes around him, disappearing back to wireframe as its occupant drops. He twists midair, lands in a crouch on one of the angled slabs of rock, scans flashing out as a hand reaches for his disk...

...only to stop, helmet angling as he recognizes the bizarre... tendriled... cat.

Shouldn't it be bigger?]
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-19 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now that was something; Angela listens carefully and can't help but wonder. He was American, no? Nothing to her knowledge has happened to say such a thing since the great depression, possibly, and to her, that was well over one hundred years ago. Another large difference entirely. That wasn't terribly uncommon here, not when they could walk about and find other sentient species aboard the ship with them. She's even treated a few herself to a degree of success. ]

I see; I'm sorry to hear that. I can imagine how difficult it must be to grow up in that sort of environment. The Weapons Specialist is an important position to carry here, though. We've certainly been through some scrapes that made it imperative aboard the ship, though here... It's difficult to say. I suppose we should be ready to return home since this planet is said to be the origin of the portal technology that brought us here, but... what is the saying? Something about counting chickens. Idioms get a little tricky between languages.

[ Angela has noticed the weapons, though she carries none (visibly) herself at this time. When she had arrived she'd had her staff on her and her handgun, and even now they're in the pacdisc in her pocket, but she otherwise does not carry anything when surrounded by the camp. Only when necessary, and even then she is judicial in where she chooses to employ force; most everything could be dealt with via hand-to-hand if push came to shove, unless more monsters came into play.

When he mentions the World Wars, though, she offers a smile and a small shake of the head. ]


Oh no, not quite. That was nearly two hundred years ago; where I came from, it's the year 2076. About thirty years prior we had issue with the robotics we'd built to assist in building, manufacturing, even home care— they were programmed with artificial intelligence, you see, so they could employ their own problem solving and be able to recognize danger and cease functions and stop machinery if necessary. A few of the programs went rogue and took over the nearby systems and turned on humans all over the globe. Reinhardt, there, was one of the original six members of the strike force team who put an end to it all. He's a hero. Children still have posters and idolize the stories even if Overwatch, the organization, is gone. There is a good measure of peace now with the Omnics— that would be the robots— and the rest of the world. They have all the same desires we do; love, land, purpose. It's a little complicated to explain, I'm sorry.

[ Not to mention unimportant, but again, she shares to prompt further from others. ]

It's easier when you're younger, I know. When you don't have a frame of reference to really remember what it was like before, and we adapt better before we've been set in our ways.

[ She understands; she'd lost her parents and had been essentially orphaned when she was 7, to the Omnic War. She had learned to live with that, as well. Used the emotions and resulting "freedom" to throw herself headlong into being a doctor just as they had, and that momentum continued to carry her forward even nearing 40. Some tragedies could still have a positive force on the world and shape others to greater things. She knew that better than anyone and would always have hope in others who have suffered through similar altering events. ]
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[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-19 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[No input. No question. There's a flicker in his processing, bitter and amused, when she walks away from him so readily after expressing outrage that he'd leave. But that's not new either, and Rinzler can't really bring himself to mind.

It's how it's always worked before.

He bows his head to the instruction. He stays in place, dim lights in the darkness, as the user's steps recede away. The outburst had caught him off-guard, and the limits of her functions still remain unclear. But he thinks he understands her well enough. Why she'd hidden. Why she'd lied. Why she screamed out her frustration for a betrayal he'd never committed, and what she was really after the whole time.

He can't give it to her. Rinzler has never been allowed the use of words, and he won't waste what scraps he's stolen lying for her validation. But that's fine too, because she doesn't need him for it, not at all. She'll talk herself into her own superiority. Glut her ego on how much higher her way is.

...

He's not scared of her, not in the least. The enforcer's helmet turns back toward the fire, and he watches the users gather by their lights until he's called away.]
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[personal profile] cifrado 2016-12-19 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think they were keeping it with you in mind, abuelo. [She sounds more curious than critical, moving in closer to take a closer look at what he's found.]
krasnayapautina: phenom @ dw (civil war [24])

Natasha Romanoff | open ; will match format

[personal profile] krasnayapautina 2016-12-19 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
• week two •

Natasha is a woman who has Seen Some Shit in her fairly young life (32 years) so far. From the more 'mundane' threats like your average foreign threat that a spy and assassin need to take out, to the more extreme threats. Like what? Well. Like... Aliens? Check. Hydra making their hidden presence not so hidden anymore and causing SHIELD to fall? Check. Flying cities and robot armies? Check and check.

Being on an unfamiliar planet, and her Widow's Bite gauntlets now firmly attached to her arms, unable to come off? Well, that's new too.

Never being one to waste time, Natasha immediately switches gears from dwelling on her own situation and decides to search for familiar faces or anyone who looks like they might need help. She can deal with her own problems later.

• week three •

Caves, you say? Don't mind if Natasha does -- explore them, that is. There could be useful resources in there, or she could find out what kinds of threats may or may not call those caves home. She goes alone -- back home, she'd gone on missions with no extraction plan more often than not -- but if someone wants to come with her (or try to be sneaky and follow her without asking), she probably won't say no. As long as the person knows the risks and isn't looking for a suicide mission. She's not going to be responsible for getting someone that's not her killed here.

• wildcard •

(hit me with anything; I'll roll with any starter! Or, if you'd rather plot something out first, PM me or pplurk me [plurk.com profile] figureskating__ )
Edited 2016-12-19 17:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-19 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It was definitely out of necessity. Adrien was better and more comfortable with his handgun or even a rifle. But fashioning arrows out of bits and pieces was infinitely more reasonable than trying to make explosive cartridges for guns.

So for now, he'd make due with the bow and arrow.

"The lack of water is concerning," the doctor agreed, mentally running down the count of how much water they'd managed to get into the medbay pacdiscs. "But we don't have many options outside moving forward and hoping Ira is right about what's up ahead."
krasnayapautina: sways @ dw (civil war [17])

@ week 2

[personal profile] krasnayapautina 2016-12-19 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, now that's a familiar voice. Natasha is coming up from behind Wanda; Wanda probably heard Natasha's movements. But she's not doing it to sneak up on Wanda, that's just ... the direction she happened to be walking in.]

Sleep is overrated.

[With that, she moves around Wanda and sits across from her, unsure if she would want her sitting too close. Natasha had, after all, sided with Tony's pro-Accords stance (most of the time, anyway, until she zapped T'Challa and let Steve and Bucky get the hell out of dodge). Natasha's fingers are laced together and her hands rest on her knees.]