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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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"Maybe they did need it for some barrier. But I don't see the monsters I've met hurting a child for that." For revenge maybe, like he'd seen from Sans in turn for his brother. But not for their own means to an end. "I don't see Toriel hurting you for that. I really, really doubt she ever touched your soul."
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A blink of their eyes, and the irises have gone jet black, their mouth agape with an oily, bubbling liquid smelling of rot and decay. They're doing their scary face, Peter, the kind they have been able to pull off effortlessly since they were torn from their grave, and they're doing it just for you. Do you not feel so singled out and special because of it?
Another blink, and their eyes are once again as rosy as their cheeks, the disgusting liquid dispersed as though it was never there.
"But enough about me. Let us talk about Frisk." A flash of teeth peeking from between parted lips, a savage, vindictive satisfaction in watching it all unspool. "They took to her rather quickly, would you not say so? Calling her 'mother,' clinging to her skirts as though she could protect them. Why, one could almost forget that she has killed them before!"
Perhaps she did not mean to. But she was the one who felt that hurling balls of fire at a small child was perfectly acceptable behavior for a mother.
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"You always did have a flare for the dramatic." He rolls his eyes, takes a moment to look away. He tries to brush it off as part of an attempt to ignore the perceived tantrum. He assumes it looks exactly like what it is- that Peter is uncomfortable.
"Toriel wouldn't have killed Frisk. She loves that kid." What he doesn't say is that Frisk wouldn't cling to her if she had. It couldn't make that sound convincing, not with everything he's seen out of Frisk so far. The child had no sense of self preservation; it was one of the things concerning Frisk that had always terrified Peter. Children shouldn't throw themselves into the line of fire so often as Frisk did. "I'm pretty sure someone would have said something long before now if she had."
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They had sagged there in utter defeat. In some cases, this had prefaced the cutting of a Toy Knife down across her front, slicing her open at the cheek and then down across her side.
Unlike her, they did not miss their mark.
"I suppose you could say she was worried," Chara continues, with their flair for the dramatic, as it pleases him. He grimaces, but his reaction is disappointingly subdued. How unfortunate. "She felt it acceptable to attack a child in a misguided attempt to save them. We were to prove ourselves, you see. Prove we were strong enough to survive."
And it resulted in their death.
Over.
And over.
And over.
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Toriel wouldn’t attack her children, not under any circumstance.
Would she?
“Why do you always have to get like this? Always twisting everything, always arguing.” Peter usually indulged it, tried to steer the conversations back to something more light hearted. Sometimes he’d just offer the child something to destroy until their desires seemed to be sated enough for a semi-civilized chat.
But Peter’s tired. The loss of power, the crash, the gunshot from before his trip into cryo- it’s all weighing on him and eating at his patience. Exhaustion is seeping through, an edge of irritation bleeding into his tone.
He can’t keep his grip on trying to act the responsible big brother.
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Why should anyone believe what you have to say, Chara? You're spinning terrible stories just because you can, Chara. A horrible child telling lies about the people that love you. You can't expect anyone to believe you, Chara, or understand you, Chara. We're the only ones that understand you. The only ones that can control you.
Where will you go? To whom will you call for help? The police? We know the cops, Chara, we know all the cops. They'll take our side, and they all know that you're just a little terror, a demon that deserves to be punished for all the hell you bring down on Mommy and Daddy.
Nobody would come anyway.
Nobody ever comes for creatures like you.
And there comes the question, of course, that always comes. Gosh, Chara, why are you like this? Why can't you just be happy for people? Always ruining everything, upending tables, ripping happy photographs out of their frames!
They could press the point. They could quietly insist, or recommend that he ask Frisk for confirmation. But he would not believe them - of course he would not. They're an awful demon, a hellion, a liar. What reason has anyone to believe kids like them?
So they accept the bait.
Take up the script, and play the part.
"I just wanted to see you suffer."
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He'd so desperately missed his little sister when he'd stumbled across a kid that day, angry and so obviously hurting from something. He may have passed the child by, took off after the kid tried to start a fight, but he'd seen the kid smile. Seen how Chara had gotten angry at a genuine reaction of childish happiness.
It had reminded Peter a little of himself at that age. Young and new to his powers and so pissed at the world for what had been done to him. It reminded him a little of his sister, too small to be allowed to feel anything other than happiness- something Peter had spent her life trying to keep true.
He'd been hooked, back then, trying to play the role of supportive older sibling out of just as much selfishness as kindness.
He'd loved Chara a little.
That wasn't making him any kinder or understanding now.
"I'm already suffering." He huffed, flopped back on the ground with his canteen held tightly to his chest. "So congratulations, kid."
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Yes. Entirely.
Nothing useful. Nothing left for them to take any advantage of. There is nothing left for them - they gained LOVE but not love, and something as loveless as they was meant for nothing else.
"Then we have nothing else to discuss."
With the exchange complete, they will go where they will. They will take their leave.
...you won.