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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Just get it where no one's going to see it.

[ Simple, easy. But dammit, she'd only asked for medical purposes. Not friendly chitchat. ]

[Flynn chuckles. Well, as best he can with the bleeding in his face. He's not good with silence, he's compelled to fill dead air with empty talk.]

Naughty, naughty. Guess you're not the prim type after all.

[ If only he knew. If only he knew. He doesn't need to know about her tattoo; nowhere scandalous, just something small and simple between her shoulderblades.

She shoots him a glance over her shoulder, jaw setting. ]

I could break your nose a third time if the second time didn't work in making that obvious enough for you.

[But now she's genuinely got his attention, this wild American girl that Nate's found himself. He does a little half-jog thing to walk by her side.]

Come now, don't be like that. What about you, then? Any identifying marks?

Besides the scars left from your grenade? I really don't think that's any of your business.

[ Her steps pick up as they reach an incline. Annnnnnnnnny moment now and they should be seeing the med tent. ]

[It strikes him as unfair that she's still going on about that after she broke his nose over it. Besides, it's not like she died or anything.]

Here I was thinking you might be fun. Guess I won't make that mistake again.

[He slinks back half a step behind her again as they approach the med tent, feeling the sting of perhaps a a hurt Feeling.]

I know you just got here so you have no idea what's been going on but the last few weeks haven't been easy.

[ What's that, Flynn? You won't make the mistake again of throwing a grenade her way because she'll just survive it and always get Punchy with you? Lesson learned.

And that's rude. Elena can be fun. She has to be or else Nathan Drake wouldn't be so smitten with her.

The camp, as they enter it, isn't as busy as she thought it might be. With it already being evening, it's dinner time. Not many are going to be out and about. The med tent stands out among the others, one of the entrance flaps rolled open while the other hangs shut.

Elena continues to lead. ]

[He's miffed that she didn't take his bait and has moved onto serious matters that he wasn't involved in and could not care less about. He just wanted to talk about dirty tattoos, geez.]

Yeah yeah. Condolences, etcetera etcetera.

[He ducks into the med tent with a sigh that's equal parts bored and disappointed.]

[ She tries not to roll her eyes. As soon as she's in, it's an automatic reflex to search out a familiar face, particularly a specific doctor who looks like he doesn't take shit from anyone. ]

Just— [ A gesture off to one of the empty cots. ] —take a seat there. [ And then semi-distractedly, ] Take off your jacket. And your shirt.

[ Elena only half glances at him. He'll need those two articles of clothing off if they're to do a proper and thorough scan for any other injuries than what's on his face. ]

[It's truly astounding how she manages to throw a wet towel over the concept of taking off one's clothes.]

Don't get too excited, now.

[He slinks over to a cot, sits, and unceremoniously shucks off his shirt and jacket, letting them fall to his feet.]

There's nothing for me to get excited over.

[ If she gives any glances when the tops come off, don't flatter yourself, Harry, she's not checking out the goods. It's all for medical reasons, and she'll keep it professional. Calm yo now exposed tiddy.

Elena pauses and stares. She's not staring because of anything she's attracted to, she's staring because there's... He's a mess. More so than her. Or on the same level. She's not sure anymore. But there's scarring, a lot of it, and the biggest one that sticks out is the one to the chest.

That had been the difference between them.

Moving closer to him, she wants a better look at what she'll need to stitch up. The Ingress hadn't completely mopped his sorry ass up. ]

Jesus...

[In light of everything else, it was easy for him to disregard the dull throb of pain coming from the various smaller injuries he'd picked up in Shambhala. A gash from one of those freakish yeti suits on his back. Bullet grazes. Bruises he couldn't place if you paid him to.

But the scars he's unaware of, as he'd been walking around with the impression that if he was up and breathing then all of that must've been ... undone, somehow.

He chuckles at her. I mean, it can't be that bad, right?]

See, what'd I tell you?

[When in doubt, flirt.]

You...haven't looked at yourself, have you...

[ And Elena meant really looked. Not just whip off his shirt and jacket and sit there expectantly.

She wants so much to back away, step outside and gulp down air, but she's rooted to the floor. Elena can't look away from that bullet wound. ]

You're going to need stitches.

Why're you acting so squeamish, love? It's nothing you haven't seen before.

[He looks down at himself and is barely able to make out the inflamed pink scar tissue where Zoran had shot him in the chest. Easier to see is he criss-crossed mess of shrapnel scarring across his abdomen. And below that, disturbingly, his beltloops growing from his skin. Again he worries about certain plumbing essentials.]

Oh, shit.

[There's a brief pause.]

I guess bikini season's out for me now, eh?

[ She doesn't reply, she doesn't know how. Best to let him scope things out for himself, half hearing his reaction. He doesn't know it but what he says after that is enough to almost make her sick to her stomach, feeling like a rock's dropped down to the very pit of it.

The tent's too hot, too small, and Elena forces herself back a step, two. ]

I'll— I'll get the doctor...

[ That's right where she leaves him, sitting on the cot and shirtless, turning and trying not to stagger and bump into another cot in the process. ]

[He's puzzled by her reaction and wonders if he's grown a second head down there or something. He watches her retreat for a moment before pawing at his body, contorting to see what horrific thing had set her off like that. That pulls at his other injuries and he swears to himself before settling back into the cot.]

[ The corner might've come too suddenly as she went to the tall cabinet where they kept a majority of their supplies, gratefully moving to duck around it. Thank god for those pacs, being able to shrink everything down for easier portage.

Being out of sight, Elena takes a minute to try and steady her breathing now that she's no longer standing face to face with Flynn. She digs the edge of the counter into her stomach thinking that'll help the unsettled feeling there, the cupboard cool against her forehead, her heavy breaths leaving a faint fog against the door.

All she needs is a minute, one minute. Then she should be good to head back and treat him.

Her hands won't stop shaking, even the one hanging out of the sling. Tensed muscles aren't helping with the broken limb but that's out of her control. Swallowing hard and straightening up, she begins to pull open drawers and go through the cupboards, just trying to focus on keeping calm and pushing back against the anxiety that's threatening to crush her.

It's tough, she's fumbling through one drawer, her hand is shaking that bad.

Elena's always hated that feeling, the cold that's left behind after the adrenaline leaves, the inability to get warm again, the shaking.

She closes her eyes against it, squeezes them shut. Breathes in, breathes out. Breathe. ]

[ The arrival of another presence came from a slightly lower trajectory than perhaps she might have expected it to come. It was Courser who sought her out, the bahari coming up beside her against her left leg, the position he often took with Adrien. His sleek head lifted, whiskers perhaps a light tickle against her skin as he wuffled softly and then gave her a gentle bump.

As for the man sitting on the cot? Adrien had been rattling around the medical tent, somewhere out of the way, but out of the way didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. He'd seen Elena with the new arrival and was giving them space, confident in her abilities and her judgement to call him or one of the other doctors over if she needed them.

It had been Courser who had seen her break away and it had been the bahari's sudden shift away from Adrien's side that had drawn the doctor's attention back to the pair. Not soon enough to have seen what happened, he was only now taking in the change of positions; the man on the cot and Elena over by the cabinet.

Still, he waited a couple of breaths, not as quick to react as Courser who could probably scent the spike of adrenaline and the stress rising from Elena. But as the minutes ticked out, and Courser continued to press his supportive presence into Elena's personal space, Adrien's habitual frown deepened and he made his way over to her. ]

Elena?

[ Courser's presence helped to keep her from jumping at the unexpected voice speaking up. The bahari had startled her at first but having him there kept her from completely keeling over into a full anxiety attack.

Adrien was someone she trusted, immensely. And there was no likely hiding what was wrong with her, he was a damn doctor. On the plus side, it no longer felt like she needed to breathe into a bag, as she'd been near the point of hyperventilating.

She cleared her throat, felt like she was going to choke and gag on the air trapped there, turning enough to glance at him. Her face was pale, ashen like all the blood had left her. Why did it feel like her heart was going to crack her rib trying to escape?

Her hands continued to shake. The sterile wrapped tools were lifted out of the drawer and dropped onto the tray she'd begun to prep. ]

H-hey, doc. [ Not off to a good start. Elena pushed out a breath through pursed lips, focused on feeling Courser at her side and pressing into her. God, she tried to ground herself to the bahari being there. She tried so hard and only half succeeded. ] Sorry, I'm...

There's someone here who... He needs stitches. He—

[ At the sound of his companion's voice, the bahari had turned to look at Adrien before his focus had come back to Elena and he'd shifted even closer to her. His sleek, scaled body a steady presence along her leg, bright blue mane a fuzzy warmth just beneath the fall of her fingers.

Adrien watched his tracker for a moment as he listened to Elena stumble over her words. Glancing over his shoulder, he studied the man who ... appeared to be trying to turn himself into a pretzel at the moment. To his eyes, while he could see injuries, Flynn looked relatively normal, which only served to heighten his concern about Elena's reaction.

She'd seen him blood soaked and torn up and while it had been a time of it, she'd been steady and as professional as he could ask when helping him. So the fact that she was this shaken up was definitely telling.

Turning back, he reached around her and steadied the tray and the tools. For a moment, the position also offered her a bit of his warmth, to go along with Courser's steady presence. ]

I've got it. [ He said quietly. ] You should sit down.

[ Taking the tray, Adrien moved aside and began to cross towards Flynn and the cot. ]

You look like you fell out of a blender. [ He said, tone dry and level. Close enough now he could see ... were those beltloops? ] If I ask what the fuck happened, would you have any reasonable clue?

You must be the good doctor, then. Well I could tell you half of a fuck of what happened, if that'll help. Y'see all this?

[He waves a hand over his torso.]

My boss decided to be a bit literal when dealing me a severance package. Came in the form of a bullet and a grenade without the pin. Bang, bang, splodey splodey, then I'm whisked away by alien technology and came out a bit ... wrong.

[ When Adrien came for the tray and lingered it was almost tempting to reach for him, to lean her head to his shoulder and bury her face there. Maybe grab onto his arm for the extra grounding. He spoke so quietly, so calmly that Elena mutely nodded. Opening her mouth to say something right before he was leaving her side, there were no words. She could only peer from around the corner of the cabinet and watch, stare at Harry from afar.

Elena could barely hear the conversation. However, it was as she heard 'grenade' mentioned, the 'bang, bang', and everything came rushing up anew.

She needed to get out, trapped in what felt like an environment of stale air, breaths coming out short and fast despite how she tried to keep calm. As much as she appreciated Courser being there and not wanting to leave his side, she spun and moved for the back door, out of sight, not feeling the air move past her as she began to pace. It sucked so much not being able to wring her hands.

And then she was running, needing to put as much distance between herself and the tent. ]

[ It was hard not to be distracted by Elena's sudden departure. Adrien turned slightly, his frown deepening and for a moment he was torn between staying to treat the man sitting on the cot and chasing after Elena. When he saw Courser's sleek form glide out of the tent in pursuit, he decided to stay with his new patient and trust the bahari to keep an eye on her.

At least for the time being.

Though he did turn and firm stare on Flynn, eyes narrowing pensively. He was close to asking if there was some reason he should want to shoot Flynn at the moment, some reason why the man's appearance seemed to be related to Elena's distress. But as he studied the man, listened to his explanation, certain words jumped out.

Grenade

Splodey (explosion)

Grenade

Adrien's eyes dropped to the pink scars running across the man's body and then snapped back up to his face.

Annnnndddd ]

Sonofabitch.

[ Yahtzee. He pointed at Flynn, expression sharp. ]

That grenade. It wasn't just you in it's vicinity? [ It was as close to a statement as it was to a question. ]

Edited (/small clarification) 2017-01-01 05:32 (UTC)

Ah, you must be one of those detective doctors I see so much of on the telly. I can tell you right now it's not Lupus.

[Flynn is thoroughly annoyed, as Little Miss Punchyfist has made it abundantly, forcefully clear to his face that she needs no white knights, and yet she seems to have an abundance of them.]

[ Adrien didn't smile, exactly. But he did hunker down on his heels so he was more at eye level with Flynn as he regarded him kindly. ]

Nooooo [ He drawled the word out in a calm, almost gentle tone, as a response to the detective doctor comment. ] I'm more of a sadistic murderer, with no sense of humor and a suture kit.

[ He lifted the kit to remind Flynn that Elena had passed him off to Adrien's tender mercies. ]

So I'll ask again. That grenade. It wasn't just you in it's vicinity?

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