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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
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Her expression flattens out in an attempt to hide her contempt, to hide how uncomfortable thinking about the Dracs makes her.
"The bad guys, BLI, they got these masks. If they get it on you, that's it. It changes you. You're just not you anymore. You do whatever they want, you'd kill your own brother if they said to. And even if someone takes it off, you're still gone." She looks to the ground, grits her teeth. "I dunno what's in 'em to make it happen. Maybe it's some kinda sound maybe it's a whatever a zombie is."
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He takes a moment to tap ash from his cigarette, watches it flicker and fall around them.
Clearly this isn't a very fun subject to talk about. His own mouth tightens at her choice of words there-- well, it isn't as if she knew or anything. It's harmless, those words.
"What about their behavior after the masks come off. They crazy or do they just...die?"
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"Crazy. Crazy enough to follow BLI's orders. They're already dead, soon as that mask goes on the already lost their soul. Killin' after you take it off is just takin' out a shell. Drac's are just movin' bodies."
She says it like someone who needs to believe it. Draculoids weren't real people, that much had to be true. Otherwise she'd have to think about how many turned runners she'd watched her boys gun down in the name of keeping her alive.
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So this-- group has made something like that, mind control. Not the craziest thing he's ever heard.
"Well...you do what you gotta to stay alive. S'all that matters sometimes," is what he says, just as softly as the look in his eye as he, too, watches the smoke.
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She can't help but make a face, plucking moodily at lose strings of her pant leg. She'd stayed alive just fine and sometimes the way she'd managed it felt like the problem. "I ain't stopped runnin' yet. Ain't got no aim to either." She sighs. "I know it matters."
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He thinks of lectures just like this murmured on rooftops and sighs.
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"Don't really have to worry 'bout it as long as we're here."
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"A vacation with a monster nibbling on our asses...nothing more relaxing."
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"Count my blessings, right. Last person I heard that from was a blind lolicon priest. That didn't work then, either."
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"Witch? You don't mean Glenda the good witch do you."
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"Wheeeeeeeeere-- what. The hell does any of that mean? Glenda like, the Wizard of Oz!"
Let's start there that sounds simple.
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And now she's just confused.
"I don't know how to make it any more crystal. I thought you were talkin' about the Witch. Aren't ya? Do you even know what I'm talkin' about?"
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He gives her a blank look.
"Not a clue. Who's this witch?"
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She really shouldn't be surprised anyone here isn't aware about the Witch; she'd ran into that months ago when trying to explain the mailbox to friends. It doesn't stop her from looking disappointed.
"The Phoenix Witch. She's the one who takes ya on after death. She takes care of the ghosts," she says. "Some people have told me she's kinda like a reaper? Though I don't know what that is."
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"The first stories we had were by mouth, through generations. Can't believe it hasn't survived." It's...he can't decide if its sad or not. Because the flying monkeys were freaky.
"Sounds better than some skeletal asshole."
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She grimaces when he mentions skeletons. "Anythin' is better than a skeletal asshole. You'd shit yourself seein' some bones comin' after your ghost."
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Ah, so she does fear something! Grinning, he curls those skinny fingers of his as if they were bone.
"Oooooh, scared of a lil calcium enhanced bone mass?"
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She would like to pretend she never once ran from Sans when he was around. Or yelled at him. Or threw things. It was a lie she'd take to the grave.
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