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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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sketchycharacter: (pic#10162793)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, right.

[Way to make it awkward, Nate. Apocalyptic zombie worlds are probably sensitive subjects.]

So. What do we do?
pidge_out: (let me think...)

[personal profile] pidge_out 2016-12-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
An old plane.

[She says it as if that's the most obvious thing in the world.]
handofrapture: (PISSED AS ALL HELL)

[personal profile] handofrapture 2016-12-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
She hadn’t been expecting to run into anyone else while exploring the caves. She’d only gone there for the sense of familiarity: the close darkness, the sounds of trickling water, the threat of a fight around every corner. In that regard, the two figures that come tearing out of the darkness could have bolted straight out of Rapture itself. A young girl -- being pursued by a mutated thing.

The Big Sister doesn’t even have to stop to think. The screech that tears out of her throat is pure instinct, an alarm, a warning, but mostly an expression of sheer, incandescent rage. How dare it how dare it try and harm a sister on her watch.

The creature’s head whips around toward the noise just in time for the Big Sister to slam into it at full force, one arm braced in front of her to barrel it over and the other poised to deliver a killing strike. The creature’s howls mingle with the Sister’s screams as it falls and they struggle on the cave floor for a matter of seconds before that raised arm, lengthened with a massive needle, come crashing down against its chest. It spasms as the needle comes down again and again, clawing at the Sister's face, but its thrashes grow weaker and weaker each time until it lies still. There’s no rush of ADAM from the creature’s body but the Big Sister nonetheless feels exultant as she crouches over it, screams dying down to harsh, steel-edged breathing, face twisted in a wild-eyed grin.

She’s not done though. The girl -- the Little Sister or soon-to-be-one -- is still in danger. She rises quickly to her feet, eyes wide and darting as she looks to see where the girl has gone.
goodluckkobra: (In the dress your husband hates)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kobra just giggles and starts to poke through an old shelf of what seems to be mostly broken old crap. ]

Such a weirdo. How would you like me to be useful?

[ He glances over his shoulder and wiggles his hips a little, because it seems like the right thing to do. ]
brokeassgoing: (wanna run that by me again)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Are you? You look like you're gonna fade away if a light breeze hits you.
sketchycharacter: (suited up)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-20 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Right. And not sticky in the fun sweaty way.
sketchycharacter: (strong jaw)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-12-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Nate didn't really expect the doubt about his laundering skills, but he's also not exactly surprised by it. Still, he puts on an air of mock-offense.]

Adrien! I was a bachelor for years and I didn't have the money to constantly buy new shirts, of course I do laundry.

Come on, do you really expect that Elena would put up with having to do all the housework?
brokeassgoing: (i'm possibly listening)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Don't exactly see any planes out here....besides the shit we came down on. Think it was like that or Earth planes?
prorenataa: (Sheepish)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-12-20 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Look, I'm sure you can do the dishes and cook. [ Adrien quickly stumbled over his words. ] But I mean ... laundry?

[ Let's be real. Laundry was boring as fuck. Adrien did it because the repetitive motion was a way he could put his body on automatic pilot, while his brain went through it's regularly scheduled loops and hoops.

But in and of itself ... laundry was boring.

Still, he nodded towards a pile of linens that had been gathered into the lid of a crate that was acting as a make shift hamper. ]


Can you fold those?
brokeassgoing: (lets not go there)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
YOU'RE THE WEIRDO HERE, TWINKLE TOES.

[and now he's back to glowering while he paws through scattered papers on a desk]

Anything. Books with secret papers crammed in em, an old diary, I dunno.
pidge_out: (can't figure this out)

[personal profile] pidge_out 2016-12-20 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs, picking up another piece of seemingly random equipment and carefully inspecting it.]

Could be either. There are a ton of broken Ingress machines around here. They could've randomly drawn objects here like the one on the ship did.
cadeuces: free to use (with artist credit) unless marked DNS! (Default)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Would that she had the decision to use them on herself; no, these were permanent installations that worked no matter what she wished. An early version tested on herself once stabilized, and now she's stuck with them barring an extensive removal that would do far more harm than good; perhaps one day she'd tell him about them of her own accord, conversations willing. Likely the day she's injured and will need to insist that she'll be all right given the time to recuperate. As suspected, though, there was no reason to feel he couldn't ask. Angela would always answer to the best of her ability, as has always been her way.

It is likewise a good thing that she can't quite see his expression, then, though she can feel it form as her fingers sift through his hair and she's resting her cheek on his shoulder close enough for her breath to warm his neck, or she wouldn't ever have the heart to stop. The faintest draw of skin when his brows gather, feeling the scrape of facial hair against her sweater, and it's enough to imagine— that or he's smiling, but she can't hear it in his voice when he does finally speak. She'd stand there and continue until he'd had his fill because she's nothing if not the doting type, no matter how long it would have taken; until night crept by and they paved through to a new day. Would it truly be such a bad thing to steep in a bit of affection? All living beings were social to one degree or another, after all, and have always sought some form of comfort; it's in their nature as deeply as the need to eat, sleep, breathe. The doctor more open about it than most, and equally as willing to give when it's needed of her. He doesn't flinch or pull away, so perhaps it's the mere act itself that's drawing something out of him.

Angela can smell the dust and sweat on him, the tang of metal and the greenery and soil from the gardens, but eventually he does draw away from the hug and she turns her attentions to the gash at his head with an equally gentle touch, cool against his face. ]


A head wound is still a head wound; of course you're a priority. [ "You", that is, not his injury. Even if it's nothing severe, she could've at least had the reassurance he was all right and fetch an ice pack until she could see to him. ] Food and drink it is. I've stored quite a few large jugs of water from the ship, so if you know anyone in need of a refill, also, just send them my way. I'll top you up as well. Go ahead and sit down.

[ She'll walk him to one of two crude "benches" set by the fire with a hand at his back, making a faint motion at her thermal mug of coffee if he wanted while she gets her pacdisc from her pocket anew and begins to draw out a few things. A plate and bowl, to start, then she can carve a couple slices off her campfire rye bread and ladle up some of the stew she has keeping warm at the fringes. Once it's handed over she'll draw forth two of the bottles and set one beside him. ] Here you are dear; it's a start.

[ His touch of concern while he has a look around, though, and the very obvious words that follow get an amused quirk of the lips, sitting beside him to scroll through her list of items until she lands on the medical supply kit. That manifests as a larger bag considerably more involved than a first aid kit, but she'll let him eat first. ]

I should have expected such a practical assessment. I only have my handgun and the poker in the fire, so no, not particularly I suppose. [ A beat to gather her mug and take a sip of coffee, then: ] Are you offering to be my guardian? [ Okay, a little less cheeky this time: ] You're more than welcome to set up camp here if you'd like to share the fire and supplies; I packed far more than extra and I'd enjoy the company.
alterplex: (41.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom offers his canteen to Kaz when they rendezvous, because it's been dry for the past 3 days or so and he's not so attached to it that he'll mourn its passing if it becomes unusable. It is, incidentally, the canteen he had on him when he went to Gwhandai; from Ocelot to Venom to Kaz. ]

No clue. We're gonna need some expert eyes on this, at any rate.

[ He doesn't claim to be an expert on alien physiology and its tendency to attach to complex machinery. He's sure his input won't be worth much in the long run. ]

We'll take some visuals and mark this spot for future reference. If something attached themselves to this Ingress for survival, there might be a chance that it's still operational.
brokeassgoing: (pic#9511211)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[something horrible dawns on him, some niggling feeling in the back of his mind, and Badou grows very still.]

Hmmm. Interesting.
brokeassgoing: (can i get a puff puff)

obvs im here for week 3 and almost dying

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[it goes without saying that Badou is acquainted with these things, has been for at least the past twenty minutes, has scrapped and yelled and tempered down his screams by nearly choking himself on them--

Badou hears Kurt before he sees him and when he reaches for him from a corner of the cave, he covers the kid's mouth as he pulls him in.]


Shhhh.
Edited 2016-12-20 02:24 (UTC)
takeitslow: ([Heavy])

Peter Maximoff | OTA

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-12-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Respond in either prose or brackets and I'll adjust accordingly.]

Week 3.1

Coming out of cryo is something Peter is starting to get used to. The rush of memory coming back, the awkward feeling of life returning to limbs, none of it bothers him like it used to. For the first several seconds, he even chalks up the sluggish movement of his thoughts to the process of thawing out. But minutes pass and it actually feels like minutes pass instead of the crawl of hours he's used to. He tries to run and he doesn't need a watch to know the way from point A to B is taking far too long for someone like him.

Peter hasn't went without using his powers since he was a kid and first realized why the world moved so slow. Now he's the slow one and the rest of the world feels like it's spinning forward far too quickly. Someone tries to speak to him, but he's far too used to parsing language at a snail's pace and the normal cadence makes his head spin.

He promptly turns around and vomits.


Week 3.2

The water is like some kind of heaven sent gift. The second he'd caught on that the streams had some restoration powers, though it took him such a stupidly long time to realize, Peter had nearly drown himself gulping down as much as he could. It didn't matter that it only lasted a few minutes, that was ages when he had his speed.

The side effects were a bummer, but it's not like he's never been tired before. Besides, it was easy enough to just keep drinking. It was easy to let the exhaustion pass in the rush of being able to move and think at the right level. Everything was worth having his powers.

So what if he couldn't stay on his feet? Sprawling out and staring at the ceiling wasn't so bad as long as his mind still raced. He waved off anyone coming near, or tried to at least. He didn't quite have the energy for it. It was better to waste what movement he had on drinking from his canteen.

"I'm fine. Go on," he says, speaking far too fast and spilling water over his chin. "Seriously, I'm good."


Week 4

He kept away from the fire, barely touching the food. He didn't have nearly the same appetite without his powers interfering with his metabolism. Nor did he have much holiday spirit, at the moment. Peter knew it his friends were well meaning to cut him away from the power binge, but it didn't make it any easier to face the festivities at the same pace as everyone else.

He keeps mostly out of the way; even as glum as he feels, he doesn't want to spoil the part of anyone else. But when people tread to close, Peter tries to offer them an easy excuse to keep from a conversation.

"I'm not going to finish this." He holds up a half bowl of the legumes, shrugging and trying not to grit his teeth at how strange his voice sounds at this speed. "You want it? We probably shouldn't waste food out here, right?"
brokeassgoing: (the actual good face)

week 4

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
He starts at the sound of her voice so suddenly at his side, single eye flickering to her and when recognition hits, he settles. Just a little.

His mouth makes a grim line.

"What, Kumbayas? That's too sad, even for this piss poor party."
goodluckkobra: (And crash the cemetery gates)

[personal profile] goodluckkobra 2016-12-20 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Okay... but do you read fuckin' space man diary language?

[ He pouts a little and pulls out part of an old paper that's too dirty to even make out. ]
pidge_out: (are you questioning me?)

[personal profile] pidge_out 2016-12-20 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[...Okay, Pidge looks over at him again.]

Y'know, when people say "interesting" like that, it usually means something's up.
alterplex: (67.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-12-20 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cue incredulity, and a quick survey around the room to make sure that he's the intended recipient of this statement. ]

...Me.

[ son have you seen these titties ]
shadowblends: (❧ scandalized)

BRING IT ON, BAYBEEEE

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He continues his mad dash forward, not even taking a chance to look back because he knows it's following him. Kurt shuts his eyes, trying to quicken his movements, but his legs can't go any faster.

Then, there's something grabbing him, covering his mouth and oh, God, that's it. It has him, he's dead, he's--

His eyes open and he turns to look up at Badou, falling absolutely silent when he's hushed, although it doesn't keep his entire body from trembling in fear.]
brokeassgoing: (nostalgia huh)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Tv teach ya that?
warandpeace: (Tнere'ѕ α plαce ғor υѕ ιɴ мovιeѕ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-12-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaz takes the canteen, turns it in his hand, nods his thanks to V, and starts taking some samples.]

I know it's possible to aim the Ingress to bring some things in. This last time, all it brought in was hostiles. I wouldn't doubt it was Ploiatos trying to defend himself, changing some setting before his death.

But prior to that- [he grunts as he changes positions to gather some from the other side of the "cave"] -prior to that the Ingress had a habit of choosing sentient beings that either were crucial parts of their universe's history or could be considered of exceptional ability.

Now, this one has all of-

[He gestures around]

-this attached to it.

[In other words he has no doubt it's operational.] I wonder if it brought this or if it came to it on its own.
shadowblends: (❧ worried)

week 3.2, in which tiny!kurt is a creeper

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt has watched Peter from afar, how he consumes the water like he's constantly dehydrated, even though he's sure he isn't. He had discovered the water's ability to return their powers by pure accident when he'd drank some of it and almost ended up falling into a hole a ways from the camp. It had been sheer luck that the first thing he'd thought of was to teleport, despite the fact he knew it wasn't going to work, yet to his surprise, he had disappeared and reappeared into the safety of the camp, completely shocked at the fact he'd been able to do so.

After that, he'd racked every part of his brain, trying to figure out what had suddenly brought back his mutation and when he'd gone through every single thing he'd done, what had led up to the almost fatal accident, he settled on one final thing: the water.

Now, seeing Peter like this, making himself physically ill just to be able to have his powers back, it worried Kurt to no end and he couldn't resist the urge to finally approach him and try to (maybe) put a stop to it.

He slinks his way up to the speedster, tail flicking about near his shoulders before the appendage shoots out to grab for the canteen in hopes to get it away from him. The small blue mutant shakes his head, golden irises dilated with concern, his lips pressed into a thin line. "... I think you have had enough."
brokeassgoing: (this bitch ass face)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[shrugs]

Won't know till I see it. If not I can find someone who can.