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. )

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76 | get at me

[mylawn]

floors one, two, three

[76 still isn’t holding out much hope for whatever lies at the end of this very long, very strange journey, but whatever this place is feels like progress, at least. The important thing is that he’s back at a hundred percent, and he isn’t particularly keen on experiencing any of that again. The other important thing is that there’s actually work to do now that they’ve done the bulk of the traveling—76 doesn’t have as much of a mind for science as certain people he knows, but he can recognize that a great deal of this wreckage may have been intentional.

It doesn’t bode well, is mostly what he decides.

76 ascends the inner gate much the way he’s traveled there in the first place—that is, leading with his bigass gun and acting like most things are threats. When he is not acting like most things are threats, he can be found on any of the first three floors doing the following:

> Examining notes and Ingress pieces and audio files—or what’s salvageable of them, anyway. He’s not entirely sure what happened here, but he can make a few guesses. Probably it’s a bad idea to sneak up on him.

> You need a buddy? He looks like he knows what he’s doing. Clearly he won’t mind if you tag along for the moment. It is pretty creepy in here, after all.

> Looting corpses. Looting a heck of a lot of corpses because hey, these guys died with sweet loot on them. Maybe he shouldn’t touch that alien-looking gun? Or take it apart? Maybe you should tell him to put it down? He’s not putting it down.]

floor four

[To say that 76 is suspicious of all this is probably an understatement. He leaves the diplomacy to people better suited for it, instead choosing to watch and listen while progress is made.

He can’t bring himself to trust any of this, so he stands watch with his bigass gun for the majority of the negotiations, then busies himself with inventory and preparations. Of course, he knows he has no choice but to walk through the Ingress (eventually), but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to dig his heels in about it while he still can. Luckily, it seems like it’s going to take some time to actually fix the thing, so he attempts to be a productive member of society in the meantime, helping haul equipment, or maybe your bags, if you look like you need it. Eventually he ends up camped out on the fourth floor while he waits for all of this to get sorted out. It mostly involves a lot of dis-and-re-assembly of his bigass gun.

> Approach DadFort y/n?]

wildcard

((I’ll do whatever the heck you want! Hit me up on plurk at whitticus.))

4

[brokeassgoing]

[The whole waiting game is making him antsy. Like a caged animal pacing back and forth along its tiny cell. Not that he isn't grateful for the horror show on floor two, the vague show on one and the creeptastic one on three. four's just a barrel of laughs.

but at least his book of the crew's reactions to certain situations is growing. who will be his publisher is anyones guess to be honest. poor 76 is about to be the next victim or something because badou saddles right up to him.]

Think they're legit?

[mylawn]

[76 doesn't object to Badou infringing on his personal space--it's possible he's too tired to object, or is just plain out of fucks to give. He'll even shift a little so that Badou can sit down next to him, if that's what he chooses. He'll just keep on cleaning his gun.]

Might be.

[But his tone of voice suggests otherwise. He can't give anyone the benefit of the doubt nowadays.]

We'll know if they get it up and running and send one of their own in first.

[brokeassgoing]

[Not a single part of Badou believes 76 believes so. Which grants him a grunt of agreement in this case, from the info broker.]

Or if they come back with parts missing. These guys might still be expendable to their own people.

Looting corpses

[justice_from_above]

[While Fareeha isn't above taking necessary survival items discarded and left in various rooms, she is horrified to find someone rifling through the pockets of the dead. She's only still a moment for realization as she enters the room and sees what 76 is doing, then she's striding in and grabbing his arm in an attempt to pull him away.]

Have you no dignity at all? Leave them be!

[mylawn]

[If 76 feels any remorse at all, he certainly doesn't show it, yanking his arm out of Fareeha's the instant she tries to touch him. It's clear he doesn't exactly see what's wrong with doing something he sees as practical.]

They're dead.

[And there's stuff he can make use of here, so he's not about to leave it to collect dust.]

They're not gonna miss it.

[justice_from_above]

The least we can do is give them some peace.

[She doesn't grab for him again, but her hands curl into fists and her voice relays the passion she has about this subject.] Anyone can see they suffered at their end of life, do we really have to add to that?

Comparing Loot

[swarm_embrace]

[Kerrigan is the first one to the room on the first floor where they've agreed to meet up and compare what they've found. She has a few promising weapons that might work for her if she finds herself without her abilities again. But she knows that other people have had similar ideas, and 76 is at least agreeable to going over everything together.

Kerrigan brushes all the papers and other debris off all the tables and surfaces with a wave of telekinesis, leaving everything in a pile off to the side. The far wall of the long room is an external one with rock behind it. There's a door embedded in the wall from her earlier practice with her telekinesis. She also clears a couple rows of desks and tables, re-positioning them in a large group, making long clear surfaces to lay everything out on and take inventory.]

[mylawn]

[Despite his general aversion to doing things with other people, he tends to be able to tolerate it if it's productive and the other person is quiet. Kerrigan falls into that category, even if he doesn't really know her very well yet. 76 hasn't decided whether or not she's a danger to him, really, but he guesses that if she wanted to murder him, she'd have done it already.

What he takes note of is the apparent telekinesis--it's not that he isn't used to seeing strange abilities, but it is something to keep in mind.]

Anything good?

floor 2 corpse party

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[After some time, Darin was finally ready to try traversing the second floor again.]

[He's not exactly going pale at the sight of bodies, but his face is grim. And when he sees someone looting the corpses, he can't help but speak with a snap in his voice.]

I get that they really have no use for it, but come on...you really think these guys have anything useful?

[mylawn]

[Man, what is with people telling him not to loot the corpses? 76 takes a moment to realize he's being addressed before he straightens with something of an exasperated sigh.

Then he doesn't deign to say anything at all, instead pulling an alien-looking pistol from the holster of a very dead person.]

Looks useful to me.

Reading notes like this is RE...

[trap_factory]

[or not]

[Prometheus doesn't bother to sneak around, content in his scans and actual vision pointing to the fact that almost all threats were dead. And if they weren't? Well, it's not as if living or dying made much of a difference to him. So of course he's not going to go out of his way to not sneak up on some battle hardened veteran that appears to be totally engrossed in whatever audio file he was listening to]

Find anything interesting, captain?

[and blatantly disregards what was said in their last meeting apparently? Hey, if he was going to flirt with death he might as well go the whole nine yards. It's more interesting that way]

[mylawn]

I thought I told you that you didn't need to call me that.

[Guess who still doesn't want to be addressed by any kind of formal title? This guy. 76 seems a bit too exasperated to bother with telling Prometheus to beat it, and appears he is capable of recognizing when the buddy system is prudent, loath as he is to indulge this.

It helps that he's still trying to make sense of all this himself. Voicing it might help.]

Notes on the Ingress. Seems like whoever was here wanted it all destroyed.

3 ingress log lookin

[grandpaladin]

[Luckily for both of them, Reinhardt couldn't sneak up on anyone to save his life. His armor makes the same telltale clanks as always. Heavy tread unmistakable. Still, he calls out as he approaches. Holding up a hand in greeting.]

Have you found anything, my friend?

[mylawn]

Yeah.

[76 is too preoccupied in the current find to object to being called friend--or maybe it's just because he knows that's how Reinhardt addresses everyone. Maybe he's just a little tired of resisting it. Besides, there's something much more interesting to talk about.]

Come over here and listen to these.

[Because they're pretty telling, he thinks.]

FLOOR 2!!!!!

[play2win]

[She is lucky her meka is smaller than most. Even if the place is a wreck around her, the floor is still stable enough to walk her meka into the building, and the hallways are wide enough to pilot with relative ease. This is all still very strange to her, the fact that she is in space makes her think that this is all some odd dream. She wonders if she will ever wake up.

She is careful where her meka steps, as she doesn't want to destroy the corpse under her metal feet. It's odd when it's real life and not in video games. She isn't use to seeing the dead bodies, not yet at least. Her fights were always close to the shore, in the water or on the beaches and boardwalks of Busan. She ended her fights quickly, and never really saw the damage the omnis did besides the buildings they toppled. It's different now that she can smell the blood and see the glassy looks of the dead. She wants to leave her meka and walk, but her instruments notify her of something not so pleasant in the air around her. She keeps to her meka and loots the lockers and bunk chests carefully.

She moves from room to room, dragging the bodies out of the way so they aren't stepped on. She places them on the empty beds, or lying straight next to them before she shuts her eyes in prayer for dead. She didn't know them, but she hopes they find peace somehow. It's after this, that she goes back into the hallway and watches as a man loots the corpses. She's done this before in games, she knows the best loot is always carried on NPCS, but this is different, right?]

Should we be doing that?

[mylawn]

[The sound of metal entering the fringes of his consciousness gets his attention, if only because it's not at all the sound of normal footsteps. He'd be a pretty terrible super soldier if he didn't know the difference and prepare accordingly, and as Hana approaches, he's preparing to go on the defensive, momentarily pausing his looting to raise his gun and make sure it's trained on the source of the noise.

His second thought mostly boils down to is that a MEKA?

It is a MEKA--a bright pink one, which makes him feel like he knows of the person inside it, but he decides not to jump to conclusions when anything and everything could be a threat. Still, it's clear what he's been doing, and the occupant of the giant pink robot is quick to voice that.

76 lets out something of an exasperated sigh, like this is not the first time he's been vaguely chastised for looting corpses.]

There's a lot of equipment that shouldn't go to waste.

[And he is, among other things, extremely practical.]

fourth floor

[flashbanging]

[ It's been a while since he's seen 76. Not since the whole body horror episode, in fact. That's largely by design: McCree's kept a low profile ever since arriving, at first because he felt out of his element, and then because he felt the ongoing situation required discretion (the situation being: stalked by a murderous wraith-man and caught up in his mysterious conflict with this salty-haired scavenger over here). But then the whole status quo shifted, rapidly and violently, and now it's a new ballgame.

Although 76 is apparently still prone to nesting. ]

You're lookin' mighty cozy.

[ He flops down, ungainly and casual as always, grinning at 76 from beneath the shadowy brim of his hat. He jerks a thumb at the pieces of the pulse rifle. ]

Looks like exciting work. You want a smoke, old man?

[mylawn]

[76 is mostly out of fucks to give, which means that when McCree invites himself over to his current camping situation, he doesn't make any move to stop him from sitting. What he does is look him up and down--it's been a little while, and 76 wants to see if anything has changed, even if it's as subtle as mannerisms.

All the while, his hands work. He doesn't even have to look at the rifle to put it back together, and he keeps his visor trained on McCree.]

It's bad for you.

[Really, he'd love a smoke, but it won't do anything for him, and he'd have to take his mask off to boot, so it comes off as more of a joke on McCree's part than anything else.]

What are you after?

1

[grammascookies]

We should probably gather up a few of these before we try to make sense of them.

[Ana has a pile in arms already, even ones she doubts she could understand. And yes, she's probably been here all along. Leaving her partner behind wasn't something she do without consent, especially at some new discovery.]

Doing these one at a time is a recipe for having a one sided picture of things.

[mylawn]

[Ana at his back is comfortable, familiar. It makes moving through the building that much easier, knowing that someone's looking out for him, even when all they're doing is gathering up papers and trying to figure out what it all means. Ana can probably tell that he's frowning under his mask. He's got a handful of papers himself.]

Someone wanted all this destroyed.

[So he thinks they're going to get a one-sided picture of things no matter what, really.]

cruisin through a couple of these

[cadeuces]

[ It should strike her as odd that she's come to feel relief at 76's presence, but really, it was hard not to when someone has done nothing but support you and keep an eye on you after the initial rough patch of an arrival they all had. It's been six months getting to know this man, and he's proven himself nothing but capable. If a little too, ah... we'll call it clinical. He is pragmatic, efficient, and he has no patience for stupidity. (Or much else, really, if it wandered outside the bounds of compliance.) So at first, when they arrive and begin to explore what's offered to them, she orbits comfortably within his space here and there, whenever she careens around near him as she studies the remains of the research and notes, trying to parse what she can. It's a wasted enough effort; she was never involved with the Ingress technology and it mostly goes over her head.

It's the second floor that strikes them all with the reality of the situation, and even here, his pragmatism doesn't fail as he begins moving around checking for weaponry. So Angela stays close by, produces a face mask and some peppermint oil to dab inside, and dons it to begin checking the bodies for much of what she already suspected.

It's no formal autopsy by any means, but their cause of death is all quite obvious. What she does from there is close eyes, rearrange limbs, and produce some of the bedding from her pacdisc to wrap the bodies with the surplus of sheets she'd brought with her. It would spare some of the weaker-minded or the children present from the sight awaiting them, and she moves steadily along the bodies already checked by others to restore some dignity to them.

Likewise, she doesn't miss when 76 is chastised time and again for the dose of reality he presents in his actions, and eventually she's caught up to him once more. She isn't here to scold him; quite the opposite. ]

What have you found?

[mylawn]

[It doesn’t surprise him to find Angela in his periphery, nor is he shocked when she stays there. All things considered, he’s a pretty good person to hang around in a dangerous situation, and he imagines she’s just taking advantage of his proximity in case things go south—which he expects them to, of course. If he weren’t so busy thinking about that, he might be considering the implications of her choosing to stick with him. He still doesn’t know how much any of them suspect, but he does know they’re smart enough not to let on too much.

He’d be prouder if it wasn’t bad news for him.

Luckily, there’s a concrete task at hand, and 76 is busying himself with assembling and disassembling the weapons he finds, checking them for functionality and sorting supplies that can be packed away just in case. Angela takes something of a more compassionate approach to the task, but she doesn’t chastise him the way others have. He’s a little more relieved about that then he’ll ever let on, enough that he doesn’t quite mind when she asks him a question.]

Weapons mostly. Ammo. Basic supplies.

looting corpses

[infailtration]

[ Hey soldier bro. York is in full body armor on the second floor, very hard to miss as he picks his way through the corpses, pulling items from them now and then. He's most interested in the alien weaponry, looking each piece over carefully before clipping them to his person for later testing. When he notices someone else doing the same he stops and straightens up, calling out. ]

Any of this familiar to you?

[mylawn]

[Yeah, 76 makes note of the full armor. He’s not about to pick a fight with this guy, but he’s wary of him all the same, glancing to make sure he knows where he is at all times as they both have the same looting corpses-type idea. He operates on a strict “if you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you” policy, and he’s content to keep to that as York does his own scavenging. It’s only when he’s addressed that 76 even acknowledges someone else in the room.]

The weapon tech, or the situation?

[Because it would probably be no to the first, yes to the second.]