thisavrou_log | december event log

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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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Week Two

[Flynn stumbles across an unknown world, convinced that he is in the midst of some terrible dream. The last thing he remembers are bitter words and a flash of light, and even that was hazy at best, considering the small matter of the gunshot wound. Still, what's that saying about being in Rome so he tries to roll with it. After all being alive and in space in some dumb space kidnapping bullshit is better than being dead because of your shitty boss.

Except for one thing.

His pants seem to have become ... attached to his person. He panics. How the bloody hell is he going to take a piss?]

Week 3

[Ahh, now this is more like it! Flynn doesn't give a toss about xenoarchaeology, but some of this shit has to be valuable, dunnit? You may find him eagerly attempting to ransack the old settlements and probably setting off a trap.]

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[ Does he remember this face? It's the last thing he saw and it's the first thing he sees (as far as familiarity goes), the plucky girl who'd failed to reform the villain and save the day.

Elena's on her way to a shift at the medtent when she comes across him. At first she has no idea who he is, his back is facing her, but she can see the tension in his shoulders enough to know that something's not right.

Before immediately going to the man's side, she speaks out, taking a few steps in his direction. ]

Hey, is everything alright?

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[He doesn't turn immediately to face her. Not that he's ever been a particularly modest man, but having a pants-problem is not something he generally brings to lady-type medics.]

Right. Now I'm not trying to be fresh with you—unless you'd like that of course—but I seem to be having an issue with—

[And that's when he turns and sees her face. He recognizes her immediately, as for him it wasn't all that long ago since he last saw her. He remembers the pity on her face, but actually mostly he remembers that she broke his nose a while before that.]

—you've got to be bloody kidding me.

[His surprise is more deadpan than exclamatory.]

[ That's Elena Fisher: hit first and then play nice later.

She'd begun to move closer. As soon as he spoke, it didn't register at first, the voice, it was when he'd turned that she'd stopped dead in her tracks to stare at him. It was like looking death in the face, a ghost coming back to haunt her. ]

Oh Christ—

[ He looked exactly as she remembered and it was definitely not in the good way, either.

Elena felt herself take a step back, mind reeling at the possibility. ]

Is this...? [ Is this real? ] You really can't be here right now.

[ Then on a hushed mutter to herself: ] I'm seeing things. I've spent too many hours in the med tent. I'm not sleeping right. I'm—

[ Her eyes squeezed shut. One peeked open— yeah, he was still there.

Ah, fuck. ]

[That's ... quite a reaction. Not what he expected from miss plucky/miss punchy.]

What's wrong, darling? Not happy to see your old pal Flynn?

[ A lot's happened since Shambhala. A lot he's missed out on since he decided to die all those years back. Especially her struggling with what had come after that whole ordeal; nightmares, bouts of PTSD, the scars and dealing with what fragments remained inside of her.

But guess what, calling him her old pal is not a very good thing to do. Same goes for calling her 'darling'. It sets her off. Elena sees red. She feels fury.

For someone who's got a broken left arm in a sling and fading bruises along the side of her face and still looks in a bit of rough shape since the crash, Miss Plucky moves quick.

Say hello to Miss Punchy, Flynn. Her mean right hook has missed breaking noses since you died. ]

You— asshole!

[There's a familiar, sickening crunch as Elena's fist hits Flynn's very breakable, very breaking, very much now broken nose. The taste of iron fills his mouth and he doubles over, clutching his face as blood gushes out his nostrils and splatters onto his shirt.]

JESUS CHRIST, WOMAN! What was that for?!

[He hadn't even done anything this time!]

You know what it was for.

[ She's shaking on the inside. The only thing that gives it away is the slight tremor behind otherwise calmly spoken words and the shaky right hand, which flexes and closes at her side. Been a while she's hit someone that hard, her knuckles will have a bruise to show for it.

Elena had punched him for multiple reasons. Being alive was one of them. And because he was ignorant to why she wouldn't be so happy to see him.

Ah, but it's somewhat gratifying to see all that blood spilling down his chin and staining his shirt. ]

Harry Flynn | Uncharted | OTA

week 2 - you know what's going down ...not his pants!

Rub it in why don't you :'(

won't be any rubbing here my new friend :'(

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week 2 - guess you're gonna need a catheter, flynn

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Week Two; after the punches and the arse-nipping

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