january event log

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

the inner gate "Let them in, and take them out." Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together: During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone. A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities. They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed. The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress. The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape. Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death. Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped. Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there. The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff. Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea. The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave. After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship. Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip. The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub. Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate. After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. 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 remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together. Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance. ☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded. Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something. ☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush. ☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows: audio log 1 audio log 2 audio log 3 audio log 4 audio log 5 ☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful. Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them. Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element. When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it. The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them. Step through the Ingress and welcome to thisavrou ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! Everything will be switching over during the end of the month. )

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

General:

[Varric didn't linger on the bottom floors for a particularly length amount of time. Interested as he was, he simply wasn't prepared enough to do any exploring of his own. Bianca was still virtually inaccessible to him, and he wasn't about to risk some monster or another coming running at him while he was defenseless. Adding to the struggle was the fact that most of what could be explored was too technically advanced for him.]

[So once he reached the fourth floor, that was where he stayed. For a time, he scribbled down what he could pick up from the Savrii, the crew, anything else that he could find. He wrote down important pieces of dialogue that he picked up on as well. While he was at least marginally less skeptical about their chances of survival now that they'd found... whatever this was... he still figured it best to make headway on his log.]

[Just in case they wound up like the victims they'd found.]

[For the most part, his expression was sour. He was annoyed at his apparent uselessness, and cursing the fact that he couldn't have been made younger like a certain blond he knew. More time than usual was spent scratching at his back, or palming at the butt of the crossbow.]

Wildcard:

[[Hit me with anything, or a PM on Plurk! Ashstriferous ]]

[brokeassgoing]

[Those of the crew who aren't a mixture of flabbergasted or just plain confused are definitely feeling the Disappointment-- you know where the joy shows through the cracks or something.

Badou is none of these, except suspicious as a mangy alley cat. But not enough, so much, of his own crew since he comes right up to Varric to read over his shoulder--]

Think you spelled 'irony' wrong.

[neverheardofhim]

[In another world, Varric might have plucked up Bianca and shoved it into the crotch of whoever saw fit to read over his shoulder. With the crossbow strapped to his back, however, it was far more difficult. Even his mobility was hindered, keeping him from turning around and glowering at the offender.]

[Silver tongue method it was, then.]

You don't strike me as the type of man to even know the definition of irony. [He cleared his throat.] And it was Iron Bull, spelled correctly, messere.

[brokeassgoing]

No? Happens to be my middle name.

[reported just as cheekily back. A hum, then, as he skims--]

You don't say. That's not the part I was talkin' about though. I meant this entire sitch.

[neverheardofhim]

Your parents had poor taste then. [Varric finally summoned the urge to spin around, partially to protect his work, but mostly because he wanted a good look at the kid who was mouthing off to him.]

What are you on about?

[brokeassgoing]

Never met em, wouldn't know. [a shrug of a broad shoulder, an innocent look that isn't working is it]

That clusterfuck you wrote about, in this situation. Kinda ironic. If that also means clusterfuck.

[neverheardofhim]

You sure do talk a lot, don't you? [Not that any of it made any sense. But then, none of it really made much sense, and that was a problem since before the kid arrived.]

[Clusterfuck indeed.]

You need something?

[brokeassgoing]

Ain't we, this united crew, supposed to be united in our togetherness? Of clusterfuck. A guy can't even say hello these days...

[purramedic]

[Having taken his time scouring the Hub for survivors in vain, Anders arrives on the fourth floor much later than Varric, though in very similar spirits. He'd hoped to catch up with the dwarf back in camp, but in all the hurry to keep moving on, it hadn't panned out.

With a deep sigh and an equally troubled face of its typical age, he takes a seat beside his friend and idly watches him jot down notes for a few moments. Before he gets too intrusive, though, he turns his attention to his PacDisc and pulls out a pencil, which he extends in Varric's direction.]

I see you already found something to write with, but... Here. For when you run out of ink or charcoal or what have you.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric noticed the man before he even moved over. For a moment, he was troubled by the man's face, noticing lines and grays he almost forgot about. His heart seemed to skip a beat, an aching reminder of how tantalizingly close Anders, this Anders, was to making what the dwarf thought to be his biggest mistake ever.]

[He looked back down to his work, scratching out a few more things on the paper before letting out a deep sigh. His gaze drifted back up, meeting the golden stare from his companion. At first, he didn't even notice the item clutched in his hand. It was only after the mage spoke that his gaze fell once again.]

For me?

[Varric reached out, fingers brushing over the tip of the pencil before he paused.]

Don't you have some thousand-page mage rights speech to write?

[purramedic]

[His shoulders bounce with a humorless sort of chuckle.]

Believe me, I already have thousands. [Though he fails to mention that they're all crumpled up in the back of his clinic, and at any rate, very far away from here.

He shakes his head after a moment.] If I get the urge, I can always just prick my finger and write it in blood. That'll get them nice and properly riled up. I got it for you.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric grimaced. He turned to face Anders, expression serious. He glanced at Anders' fingers, then up at him. He opened his mouth, quip about illicit magic on the tip of his tongue, but held it there.]

[Better to not bring up negative things just yet.]

I appreciate it. I'll be sure to pen you into my acknowledgments.

[purramedic]

Hah. Pen puns.

[He looks about as amused as Varric, however. His brows arch and he flicks his wrist to bring attention back to the writing utensil.]

My arm is getting terribly tired. Is something bothering you, Varric? [His tone should be enough to clarify that he already knows the answer to that, but sometimes it's best to make people think getting help is their choice. Especially the people in their merry little band.]

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf offered the mage a roll of the eyes as he reached out and took the pencil. He drew it back, set his current utensil aside and scribbled a few things down. Satisfied, he looked back up at Anders and gave him a nod.]

Thanks, Blondie.

[There were a number of something's on his mind, some of which he didn't want to bring up, and others that he really didn't want to bring up. He sucked in a breath, held it, and then exhaled once more.]

They say that this thing might be able to take us home once it's fixed. Offer is on the table and all that.

Are you... going to go back to Kirkwall?

[purramedic]

[Anders' gaze wanders off as Varric leaves him to ponder their situation. He wouldn't have minded a piece in the deliberations, but it boils down to him simply not knowing enough about the ship, the tech, or much of anything, really, to be of any use. It isn't a feeling he's eager to endure any longer than he must.]

Why wouldn't I? I have patients to tend to, mages to help out of the Circle. Our friends are there. [His brows knit together and his eyes fall with those last words. Perhaps he doesn't need to specify aloud that by now he's figured out that Hawke, his Hawke is still there, waiting if not given up entirely on him.]

I have a duty to all of them.

[redshitlord]

Do... you think we're really gonna get home?

[He meant to sort of address the whole room, anyone around him. But given he ended up accidentally standing over the short human, that's probably who's going to hear him best.]

[At least he's not making a threat. Just sort of huddling up with his arms around himself.]

[neverheardofhim]

[At this point, Varric doesn't so much as blink twice at his new companion. He'd seen all types of bizarre shit wandering about the camps. By now, nothing could surprise him.]

[At least, he hoped nothing could surprise him. And if it did surprise him, he hoped that ,at the very least, whatever it was was on tehir side.]

I don't know. I really don't know.

[Varric wanted to say more -- that he hoped that they wouldn't go home. But that had more to do with him, and nothing to do with the thing beside him.]

[redshitlord]

[Sideswipe takes the response as an offer to sit. To keep on talking. So sit he does. Plunking himself down next to the writing guy, knees pulled up to his chest.]

Man... I thought that's what was supposed to happen when we got here. Like, stuff would all be cool again.

Y'know?

[neverheardofhim]

I don't know what they promised you, but this is all new to me. In my experience though, more often than not, people get this wrong. [Maybe this was an unfamiliar situation for the crew of the Moira, maybe the thing next to him had never been in faced with something like this. But Varric had thought purging the Qunari would be the end of Kirkwall's woes. He thought closing the breach would settle things for the Inquisition. Both times, he had been wrong.]

[redshitlord]

All they said was like, "hey, come hang out on our cool ship and also be cool and when we get to this hub thing you'll be home!"

But now we're here. And... y'know.

[He awkwardly gestures around them. At a loss for words.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric was just as awkward, finding himself at an uneasy loss for words. Unlike the creature beside him, there were no promises made to the dwarf. He had nothing to expect at the Hub.]

[But he wasn't going to sit there with his thumb up his ass, either.]

I'm sure they'll figure it out. I've made my fair share of brainless leaders. These guys? Not like that.

[Admittedly, there was a fair amount of ass-talk happening on the writer's part. He barely knew the captains, and certainly couldn't evaluate their character fully.]

[But so far at least, they'd been diligent. That would have to be enough.]

[trulyfree]

[He catches sight of the familiar dwarf writing away about what Fenris presumes would be the Savrii, given what has occurred on this floor. Another fantastical tale to elaborate upon perhaps. Though recognizing him in the first place is its own surprise—another being that he doubted his eyes briefly as something seemed quite different in the way Varric now carried himself—he finds a small bit of comfort knowing that someone trustworthy counts among the others.

He approaches silently, attempting a peek at the dwarf’s work.]

Never a dull moment, is there? [It’s a dry remark, though a bit of genuine amusement lingers in it. Varric will notice it’s almost uncharacteristic of the Fenris he might have known otherwise as this Fenris has learned many things about himself while adventuring in another world with one Garrett Hawke.] I don’t suppose you ever tire of conveying your tales.

[And then a shadow looms overhead of Varric, looking down curiously at the dwarf. It is Fenris’ dragon with a rather foolish expression on its countenance.]

Don’t mind him. [Fenris gestures at the winged beast.] He has never seen a Thedosian dwarf before. [The dragon gives a silly nod as if he is agreeing.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Silent as Fenris' approach had been, Varric found himself quite surprised by the voice. Nevertheless, he did what he could to maintain his composure (and hoping that that the elf wouldn't notice the jagged line he'd produced on the page). Fenris himself wasn't a surprise however, Waffles had warned him about the brooding man a week or so prior.]

[Turning his head up, he gave the man a pleasant smile, as if it hadn't been years since he'd seen the man. The dragon was a new addition, and certainly didn't seem a fitting companion for the typically sour-faced man. Anything that managed to be in good spirits seemed out of place next to the haunted former slave.]

I was wondering when you'd come around. [Varric turned the page over, before setting his pen to it eagerly. He'd managed to pick up a bit of information from Garrett, and wanted to see how it compared to the elf.]

Ready to start talking? I've been waiting so long.

[trulyfree]

[Humming, he offers a mild smile as the dragon proceeds to sniff about the dwarf, trying to pin Varric’s scent.]

Have you now? [A small chuckle slips out.] I would have thought there to be far more interesting tales to hold your interest. After all, a great part is very much the same. [Meaning his past.]

[neverheardofhim]

Is it? [Varric wasn't so sure. The differences were not so prominent as those he'd uncovered when speaking with Anders, but Garrett had unearthed some interesting tidbits of information that didn't line up with Varric's own world. How deep those separations went was something he was determined to find out.]

[He leaned forward eagerly, setting his pen down and letting it come to rest in the crease of his notebook. His hand lifted, cupping beneath his own chin as he gazed thoughtfully at the elf.]

Don't keep a man in suspense.