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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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prorenataa: (Uniform)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-03 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Might provide you some wriggle room.

[ The doctor agreed studying the situation for a moment longer before suggesting. ]

If we cut below the waistline, effectively make a new waistline overtop where you underwear was set against your skin, that might at least allow you to lower them enough to do your business.

Safety pins could then attach it back to your belt loops.

[ It wouldn't be fashionable, but it would do the trick. ]
flynnitomite: (Blow up a bed in the den)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-03 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
These jeans cost me $120. You really are a monster.

[Those jeans were the first nice thing he'd bought himself after successfully transplanting to Los Angeles some years back. He's mostly joking, as he was already resigned to having them mangled in one way or another. But between that and the bullet hole in his £250 leather moto jacket he does mourn the fashion damage at hand.]

Fine. Let's do it, then.
prorenataa: (tea reach)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. [ Adrien agreed, though surely he was just going along with the sin of having to butcher $120 dollar jeans!

The loss of the jacket was the true tragedy.

Motioning for the man to stand up, the doctor set aside the suture kit for the time being and reached into a nearby cabinet to dig out some scissors.

Now would probably be about the time that most folks would start the interrogation about how Harry obviously knew Elena, and possibly Nate. After all, what better time to discuss the distress served to a close friend, than when you have scissors down around a guy's dick and balls?

Adrien considered it, but figured he'd actually try to play fair for the moment. ]


Think we'll bypass the inane question about whether or not you know Elena, and I'm going to assume Nate? How'd you end up on the wrong side of your boss's retirement plan?
flynnitomite: (So was I)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[So Elena was the blonde's name. He'd failed to catch it while bleeding out against the walls of Shambhala—he'd heard something with an "L" to it but for some reason all he could think of was "Larry" which was obviously wrong. That's one mystery solved, at least.]

Once I found him the thing that he wanted, he decided I'd outlived my usefulness. 'Course it didn't help that Drake had him riled up the whole time.
prorenataa: (Almost innocent looking)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-05 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sat and waited for Harry to stand up. There were follow-up comments on the tip of his tongue but he'd wait to move this whole jean process along first. ]
flynnitomite: (But I never was very good)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-05 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes him a moment to read the silence before he gets to his feet.]

Right, yeah.
prorenataa: (Pretty thoughtful)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-05 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as Harry was standing, Adrien leaned forward and got to work. Let us all mourn the loss of $120 jeans.

As he carefully cut through the fabric, he picked the conversation back up. ]


Funny how employers can get that way, particularly the less than above board variety. If Nate was riling him up, how did you end up with the bullet hole?
flynnitomite: (pic#10900502)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[His carefully maintained fuckboy aesthetic will be survived only by his puka shell necklace and frosted tips.]

He was late to the party. You see, we had something of an ... unfriendly rivalry going on. Zoran and I beat Drake to the treasure, and then he ended his partnership with me, as it were.
prorenataa: (prickly hedgie)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-05 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Listening as he worked Adrien took note of the ’unfriendly’ adjective as well as the relaxed use of the word ’treasure’. ]

Anytime money gets involved, people get stupid. [ Was his only remark on that subject as he motioned for Harry to spin so he could finishing cutting. ] How long were you and Drake ‘unfriendly rivals’?
flynnitomite: (of all your enemies)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Drake's as stupid as anybody about that, trust me.

[Harry spun accordingly, his mind getting lost in Adrien's question. Just when did he and Drake stop being friends? There was a job that he'd screwed him on some years back and that had been the breaking point ... but something about Drake's arrogance, the way trouble, no matter how absurd, seemed to glide off him like water off a duck's back had always irritated him.]

Depends on who's counting, I suppose.
prorenataa: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-06 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though it would be natural to jump up and deny what Harry was saying about Nathan, Adrien held his tongue. Mostly because it dawned on him that for as well as he knew Drake, there were and awful lot of holes in the details. The stark memory of Nathan's 20 year old punk ass, sticky fingered self came to mind.

The scissors continued to do their job, though Adrien advised in a dry tone. ]


Grab on down here, would you? I don't need an introduction to your junk at this time.

[ He'd pause to let Harry grab his pants, before he finished off the jean surgery. ]

I'm asking you, so let's go with your estimation.
flynnitomite: (you're gonna fall for me)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-08 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Righto.

[He coughs awkwardly and cups his bits.]

Then a few years, I'd say. Ever since he screwed me over on a job we were on. He ran off with the goods and left me in the lurch.
prorenataa: dnt (wet profile eh)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-09 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Testing the way the fabric had been separated to ensure that the job had been properly performed, and Harry could shit with dignity, Adrien set aside the scissors and moved to get to his feet.

It would be natural to offer up some sort of explanation, or further questioning. But Adrien could remember the conversation he had with Nate about Sam and while he didn't believe Nate had left Sam behind on purpose ...

Sometimes how an action is perceived is completely opposite of it's intention. But this all really wasn't any of his business. He was just a man looking for safety pins. Packed em here somewhere. ]


And what would Nate tell me about you, were I to ask?

flynnitomite: (The love I hate)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-09 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that I screwed him on the Museum job and tried to kill him a few times after that.

[Flynn shrugs, telling it as it was. He wasn't interested in sugar-coating it anyway, as he didn't feel the least bit guilty.]
prorenataa: commission dnt (are you really that dumb)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-09 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And yet, you still end up in each other's orbit?

[ Not that such a thing was unheard of, particularly in cases where the talent pool was restricted.

The safety pins were being unearthed and unfortunately they came in various sizes. Harry's fashion sense might be tarnished for a bit. ]
flynnitomite: (you're gonna fall for me)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Not exactly fate or nothin' involved when he's the one who crawled out of jail to sabotage my worksite, follow me to Nepal, steal my girl, and derail a bloody train in the Himalayas.

[There was a time in the past where they were in each other's orbits because they were good at their jobs and it was a fun, profitable experience for all those who weren't on the wrong end of their guns.]
prorenataa: dnt (cautious but questioning)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-11 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alright, that saw him leaning back slightly so he could look up at Flynn. His brows were tucked together, expression bemused. ]

You and Elena?

[ Look, he's just never heard about Chloe! ]
flynnitomite: (of all your enemies)

[personal profile] flynnitomite 2017-01-11 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
What? I've barely even met Blondie before today. I'm talking about Chloe Frazer, best driver in the business? Did Drake not even mention her?

[Wow, that's cold of him.]
prorenataa: (finger eyebrow)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2017-01-11 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whoops, got that wrong.

Of course, it wouldn't be a day ending in Y if Adrien couldn't manage to get his foot in his mouth at some point along the way. Still, he gave an easy shrug and went back to finishing up with the pants. ]


I doubt I ever gave him an opportunity. I'm rubbish with anything involving actual conversation.

[ Alright, that seemed to have the pants sorted, no what other holes needed patching? ]