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"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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thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm
Logan | X-Men Movieverses | OTA
It's a sensation that Logan has always hated: the one where you wake up from a dream with the urging sense that you're falling through your bed. Except that when he opens his eyes, he has a few seconds to realize that he is indeed falling. Logan hits the bottom of a stony trench with a resonating 'thud' sound, and the pain is enough to make him scream. There's a sharp throbbing on the back on his head, and as he slowly sits up, Logan raises his hand to his head, feeling the blood stick to his fingers. It's just a scratch, something that should heal in seconds...but it doesn't, causing him to frown deeply.
The smell of his own blood is nauseating, but it's the foreign smells all around him that kicks his survival instincts into over-drive. Despite his mutation being somehow absent, the wound's bleeding has slowed enough for him to move, and Logan pushes himself to standing, grasping the rocky wall as a support. The last time he's felt this weak was in Japan, in what is already feeling like a lifetime from now (and in some ways, it was in a another lifetime now, in a past he alone remembers), but he hates it as much now than he had then. But Logan knows better than staying in a cave where he could be an easy prey, and so he looks up at the wall, trying to figure a way out. The trench isn't as deep as he thought when falling; it's a possible climb, even in his weakened state.
That familiar 'snikt' sound echoes through the trench as Logan pulls his claws, groaning as he feels his blood drips down his fingers. Nothing to help, but he's determined to get out of the cave, and starts climbing up the trench wall, using the adamantium blades as rock picks. It takes him more time than he wants to admit to make it to the surface, where he lays on his back, covered in sweat and huffing. It's like he can truly feel the weight of the metal on his bones, and his stiffed muscles throb with pain with every moves he makes. Slowly, the claws slips back into his arms, leaving his hands bloody for a few minutes before blood finally clogs up the cut on his hands.
Exhausted, he lays there for a long moment, listening to sounds he's never heard before, breathing in scents that are equally unfamiliar as he feels dread pooling into his chest:
"Where the hell am I?" Not exactly the place he's expected to fall into when he's opened the door to his history classroom this morning.
Week 3
Logan has good days and has bad days. The walk is long to where ever all the strangers of this place are going. He follows, if only to keep a close eye on Jean, and because there is not really else where to go. The weight of the adamantium on his bones makes it even harder to walk and when they stop, he's part of the first ones that sit down, feeling all of his years in his muscles. His sleep isn't the best before, fighting off the cold and the exhaustion. The more time passes by, the more Logan misses his mutation.
Tonight is a particularly bad night: he's shivering despite being being bundled in his coat and a blanket. The cuts on his hands from his claws are throbbing, no doubt infected from the lack of proper care. He's hungry, but can't seem to eat more than a few bites at a time. He's thirsty, but doesn't really trust the purple water that's available. He doesn't need food poisoning on top of everything else he's fighting as a mere human.
He burrows further in the blanket as someone sits beside him at one of the many camp fires built for the night, clearly not in the mood to talk.
Week 4
Logan has never been one to celebrate much, but since he feels better, thanks to the canteen of purple water he keeps with him, he sits by the fire, rolling the last cigar he has between his fingers. A moment, he chews on it, the other he takes a long look at him, debating if he should smoke it or not. It's his last one, but tonight is a special night. He's survived this long, he deserves it, yes?
But then again...if he survives longer, this is last one. He should keep it, maybe in case they ever find something close to beer in those caves. You never know.
But then again. He could die looking for that. Decisions, decisions...
For Jean
Logan gives her a side look, lips curling up at her laughter. She was so different and yet so similar to the Jean he remembers.
"Yeah. Science. Took after Chuck, and all. The kids love you, too." She had always been a kids-favorite at the school, unlike him. Though he supposes, he managed to grow on some of them, with time.
The mention of Striker causes Logan to drop his smile and frown: thanks to Charles, he remembers well Alkali Lake now, and he knows she hasn't been there until they all went as X-Men, in another life. Logan turns to take a long look at her, wondering if what the Professor and Magneto changed in the past has taken hold in her life yet. If she's coming from that future he knows so little about.
"I...don't remember much of that base, I gotta admit." It's not exactly a lie: what he remembers of that place is probably not what she saw.
"What were you doing there, anyway? Striker got you too?"
super late with this ugh
But all amusement leaves her as she thinks back to that base. Sighing, the weight feeling heavy in her chest, "Kind of. We... let ourselves get caught - me, Scott, and Kurt. We were trying to save the others that had been taken and..."
She shakes her head again, not able to look at him, "I could sense you in that place. That-that cage." Because how else could she describe it. "They had all these wires in you and... I tried to give you back what memories I could."
She finally looks at him, eyes shining with welling tears because she still remembers the pain and confusion she had felt from him. it hadn't been all rage. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. I really am."
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There's something gripping at his heart when he sees the tears pooling into her eyes, and without even thinking of it, Logan reaches for Jean's hand, taking it into his own before giving it a reassuring squeeze, his lips curling into that rare smile that's reserved for the few ones close to him.
"Don't. You don't have to apologize, Jean. You've given me more than most people in my life," he says softly, the words perhaps more meant for her future self. And yet, Logan is not surprised to hear that she tried to help him, and from the look of it he needed it desperately, even though he could have hurt her. Even as a teenager, she's the kind and gracious Jean he knows.
@ week 3
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Turning his head to better see her, an eyebrow slowly raises at the color of her hair. It's the same than Jean's, at least the Jean he knows back home, and Logan can't help but feel constriction in his heart: she's alive now (though till married to One Eye), and he doesn't even know if he'll ever get to see her again.
The woman's words snap him out of his thoughts, and after some consideration, he offers her his hands to wrap; he really needs the care and he knows it.
"You a doctor?"
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She gently takes his hands and wraps it up with the cloth.
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Week 4
"Can I offer you something? It's not much, and I'm trying to spread it around a little, but no reason I can't spread a bit your way if you're inclined?"
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"Well, aren't you just a Christmas miracle, heh?" he says dryly, though he knocks back the clean water in his mug.
"Whiskey", he asks as he offers her the mug. "Where did ya get that?" He asks, because it might have been something he was looking for when rummaging through the empty houses the week before.
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"I try not to call myself a miracle, it riles up my father," she smirks and unscrews the cap on the whiskey. It does seem to be the least popular of the three, so there's plenty of it, but she pours him about two fingers and starts replacing the cap.
"My cabin on the Moira. I found out when I was appointed First Mate that my quarters came with whatever I wanted in it, so I made some contingency plans. I just overestimated my willingness to actually drink it before we found ourselves here."
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I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE, we can totes drop it if you need to!
Week 3
For now she rolls a durable, clear bottle between her hands, careful of the claws on the tips of her fingers. The purple is a slightly different shade than her own bio-luminescence, but not far off. The guy next to her doesn't seem to be doing too well either.
"You look awful. They have medics here." That shivering, wrapped up in a blanket and this close to the fire is not good. Kerrigan recalls enough of first aid training that seems like it was several life times ago to know that.
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"I don't think any medics can do anything for me." Without his mutation, he has no immune system, and no way to fight the adamantium poisoning he'll surely have due to the heavy metal fused to his bones. Really, it was just a matter of time before he would get something incurable and die. How ironic that he would do so when he's just regained his will to live.
His eyes drop to the bottle in her hand, an eyebrow arching slowly: "You trust that water, huh?"
The coloring, while pretty he supposes, is rather worrisome, for water anyway.
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"I don't, but it's worth it to be myself again, even for a few minutes," Kerrigan said. "Doesn't do anything for you?" Or had he not tried it yet. Even for baseline humans, drinking the purple water was better than dehydration.
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week 2
And then she hears the very distinct sound of metal gouging into rock and it makes her pause. Alright, she doesn't think any creature alive has metal parts. Which means... it's probably a person of some kind. This makes totally ignoring it no longer a possibility.
Cautiously, she edges towards the dip in the earth, making sure to stay out of the direct path of whatever's on its way up. Years of listening to the creaks and groans of dilapidated ships have given her a keen ear, and she takes full advantage of that skill now. When a man emerges from the earth, bloodied and with some kind of metal blades sticking out of his hands, she can't help but be shocked. She's seen a lot of people come and go, not only on the Moira, but Jakku as well, and nobody as had quite this assortment of characteristics going for them.
She doesn't answer immediately, instead slowly circling so she's not completely in his blind spot, stepping heavily and even scraping her feet on the ground so he knows she's there. Surprising someone by suddenly speaking when they can't see you is never a good idea, even if she's pretty sure he can't exactly get up and attack her right now. He doesn't look as if he's about to drop dead, but he certainly isn't moving any time soon.
Her answer is matter-of-fact and holds more than a touch of concern. "Somewhere without a good enough doctor. Where the frack did you come from?"
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"Westchester, New York," he answers just as matter-of-factly to her question. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get back there, heh?"
He has a feeling this is going to be a futile question, but Logan can't help himself and ask it anyway, just out of spite of having landed rather brutally in a desolated place (or world or time, one can only guess, really).
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Week 3
"So," Peter starts, sluggishly moving over into Logan's line of sight. "I don't have the energy to deal with the whole mistaken identity thing. I had enough of that with the Charles clones. You are Logan, right?"
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"I think it's the first time I've ever heard you say you're lacking energy. What happened? Ran out of things to eat in the pantry?" Logan grunts with some dry humour, confirming that he is indeed the mutant Peter is thinking he is.
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week 3 (surprise, I'll tag you and hope you feel better)
He didn't notice Logan at first, he didn't expect to see the other mutant again for a long time after DC, but he eventually saw him as he shivered and he made his way over and offered the blanket he'd had.
"Logan?"
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He still gave a small smile to the man that would become dear to him in some new future, just like he had been in the only past Logan knew:
"Charles," he greeted the other man as he took the offered blanket. An eyebrow arched slowly though:
"You're walking." A statement, that was truly hiding a question that burned Logan's lips: which Charles was he faced with? The alcoholic, the reformed professor that had faith in changing the world, or someone else entirely, since there was now so much of the past that he didn't know.
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week 4 - maybe after a little assumed cr? if you're cool with that. if not, i can change it!
He chews, wrinkles his nose then his face practically lights up at the familiar taste of cherries. How odd that something so different would taste like a fruit he enjoys.
Swallowing what's in his mouth, he shifts to plant his feet, sets the bowl on his drawn up knees and turns his attention to Logan with a grin. "... are you still trying to decide?"
That's A-okay with me!
"Eat your veggies, kid," he grunts with a small smile as he watches Kurt hesitate on trying out the food that has been given to them.
Logan raises an eyebrow slowly at Kurt's question, still finding it so strange that the elf would be tiny now. Such a far sight from the Nightcrawler he remembers. He shrugs slightly:
"Yeah. It doesn't feel much like I should celebrate, and this is my last one, but at the same time, without my mutation, I could be dead tomorrow." It seems such a small thing, death, to the man, from the way he's talking.
awww, yeah!
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week 2 for the angriest sharp dad
Hopefully those two yellow optics looking down isn't too alarming.
"Some planet. I'm gonna call it lamet because it's a planet and it's lame."
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"So, they you talk, and that's all you can come up with?" he spats, not registering that the Transformer doesn't look anything like the Sentinels he knows. The robot is too tall, too brightly colored and not aggressive enough in trying to kill him.
It's something that nags at the back of Logan's mind, and it's the only reason why he hasn't attacked the robot yet.
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week 4
So he stares at Logan as he stares at his cigar, because he really doesn't look like the type. A little rough around the edges, scruffy. Like maybe he's a lumberjack back home, or something.
Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover.
"If you're hoping that thing'll have the answers to all the questions you're currently asking yourself, you'll probably be disappointed."
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"If you ever smoked cigars that could talk, bub, you gotta hook me up with your supplier."
Because that, he gotta see it at least once in his life. And given that this place has monsters, purple waters that gives your powers back and god knows what else, talking cigars wouldn't be so far fetched in his mind.
Logan raises the cigar to his nose, breathing in the scent of the tobacco blend rolled in the leaves before putting the cigar back in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. He's not really up for sharing hi last cigar, sorry Tony.