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january event log

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!

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"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

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[Of course one would react to the masses of nameless corpses with something resembling shock or dismay, if one is unaccustomed to dealing with such things. It is only up to the point where a cadaver is turned over, revealing the concave indentation that must have once been a pretty face, or at the very least a face to begin with, that a reaction is elicited that resembles that which Chara would expect.

The child stands, casting their red gaze only briefly over the the crushed-in remnants of what was once a skull. It is unobjectionable, as far as they can tell, but the latest of their departed benefactors had a rib cage that appears to have been opened like a flower, its sarcoline remains scattered across far more surface area than is strictly necessary or efficient. So a head that is no longer quantifiable as a "head" - it seems a rather specific and not at all gruesome fate compared to that of its fellows, does it not?

Chara folds a shredded strip of blanket into a neat square and secretes it in their pocket as they eye the man on the floor with supreme indifference. So a failed attempt on his own life has segued into freedom rather quickly. What a shocker.]

I would imagine you more desensitized to such things, Mr. Lynch.

Demon.

[Ronan addresses Chara without looking at them, or at the corpse, or at anything but the ceiling. He blinks his eyes a few more times. No tears or anything like that. He needs to get an image out of his head, one that's been there for many months and has little to do with anything in this room.]

You don't know much about me at all.

[When Ronan takes his eyes off the ceiling, it's to look at Adam. He doesn't say anything, but he's wondering if Adam also sees Chara or if he's alone in that.]

[Adam didn't want to do this. He supposes that no one ever does want to do this sort of thing. He's thankful for the smell of mint that not only helps with the smell on this floor but is also the subtlest reminder of a friend he's missing, of home. He can't help but associate the smell of mint with Gansey.

He's not the most helpful when it comes to looting the corpses, his stomach not quite as hardened and he knows, more realistically now the horrors that Ronan's seen in his dreams. He'd caught a glimpse when he was in one of his dreams but that'd only been a small window into a decaying landscape that wasn't Ronan's own.

Adam hears the curse, which by itself wouldn't have concerned him but Ronan's following stumble has him closing the very small distance between them to touch his hand to the small of his back briefly before he hears another voice, distracting him from knowing exactly what it had been that had caused Ronan's reaction in the first place.

He stays quiet throughout the exchange, eyeing Chara carefully and trying to access the level of danger that might be present currently. He finds himself unsure which is clear in his face as he meets Ronan's eyes.]

Who's this? [He asks Ronan, unsettled by the third party to this conversation. Was it the eyes? Or the fact that Ronan had called them a demon? It's hard to say.]

I know more about you than you do me, I assure you.

[For starters, they have a name, and they certainly didn't stick about in the Medical Tent long enough for him to request theirs. Not that it would have helped him any; the Fallen Child is whatever name you choose, after all.

"Demon." It's fewer than six letters. Why not?

A second party joins them. The Knife is at their side, and Chara's hand twitches, only slightly, to rest on its hilt. The blade gleams dully in the poor lighting, its myriad patterns of red and white abstruse to even the bearer.

A smile is a simple instinct. It creeps across their features in a natural inflorescence as they incline their head faintly in Adam's direction. Will he acknowledge them as an individual in their own right? Of course not. They are an obstacle, or something lesser, to be consulted about while in earshot but not directly addressed. Of course.]

It's rude to talk about someone who's listening.

[And Ronan will continue to be rude, as he ignores the child to answer Adam:]

It's not one of mine.

[By which he means it is neither his demon nor his creation, a point that has to be clarified because Ronan does have a habit of inadvertently creating children.]

If it has a name, it hasn't shared it with me.

[Adam's not necessarily inclined to be rude outright, not like Ronan anyway but he's wary and it'd been easier to turn to Ronan about it than the unnerving one that he could have.]

Did you ask? [Adam says to Ronan, but he already figures that he knows the answer and he turns to set his eyes on the child.]

He's always rude. It rubs off on me sometimes. Who are you? [Might as well know who they're talking to, right? At least that's how Adam approaches it despite feeling unsettled. He's not sure if it's a good or bad thing at the end of the day that this isn't one of Ronan's creations.]

[The demon that comes when you call its name. So it seems he's learned rather quickly. They are not a them, but an it. Perfectly acceptable, even desirable. They can therefore progress to feeling nothing and being nothing in both their eyes.]

He did not, in fact, ask. A poor move on his part.

[Though Chara simply seems amused rather than offended. They are used to such treatment; to being little more than a title rather than a name.]

Contrariwise, I am everyone's demon.

[You call them, and they come. Something like that. And it answers that question of Adam's too, does it not? How quaint.]

Awesome. Glad we cleared that up.

[Ronan steps away for a moment to upend a table, because he has to work off some energy and punching a demon seems unwise even to him. Papers and useless knickknacks rain down on the nearby corpses.]

[Adam rolls his eyes in Ronan's general direction because that's also very, very helpful. Not that he feels like anyone is going to be helpful in this entire situation. Ronan's off to deal with frustration of any sort the way he usually does which leaves Adam to cross his arms and study the demon or whatever.]

Is there something you want?

[My, but someone's antsy. They should have cleared a bit of space of his impotent rage. They look, consistently, amused, even as the table crashes roughly to the ground with a great deal of splintering, and the protracted skid of papers and pens and academic ephemera to the ground.]

I mean to inquire what it is about smashed skulls that Mr. Lynch finds so intimidating.

[Ronan can still hear them, and he snipes from a few feet away:]

None of your fucking business.

[Not that he thinks Adam was about to launch into a detailed explanation of his father's murder, anyway. Kicking a few papers out of his way, Ronan stomps back over to Adam's side.]

Quiescere. Daemones non operantur nisi per artem.

[Adam really has no intentions of telling anyone anything. In actuality he is better with keeping his mouth shut than Ronan is or at least saying nothing of import.]

Perhaps find a better way to spend your time. [Its said quietly and his eyes are now focusinon Ronan, not nearly as superstitious about this demon as he is Ronan's. His fingers brush out against the back of Ronan's hand with intent to calm him since he clearly hasn't followed the instruction to ignore the third being.]

Language, sir.

[A soft, somewhat snide remark. The words that come next are...not in a language Chara can claim to understand, not that they are about to admit to such a thing in front of those older than they. In fact, their prior comment applies just as well to those words as they do his more uncouth ones.

And so Chara smiles with their hands folded behind their back, innocently.]

Perhaps I simply have nothing better to do.

[Ronan isn't particularly worried about anything Chara might do, certainly not to any degree even close to his concerns about his own demon. But the floor full of bodies already had him on edge, and the more time he spends here, the more agitated he's getting. When snide mockery gets added to the equation, of course his temper's flaring. Thank God for Adam's ability to tame him.]

Do you need a chore? Start dragging these people outside for a proper burial. This place is a disgrace.

[Apparently Ronan isn't keen on following his own advice, either.]

[Adam frowns as he looks around at that comment, his fingers curling around the other's hand to hold his hand gently.]

I really don't know if that's a particularly good chore to give to someone you call a demon.

[They would almost laugh; it is, after all, very funny, in its own way.]

I am inclined to agree with your better. [This is Adam's title now. Apparently.] The dead should not handle the dead, Mr. Lynch. I would think you would know that rather well.

[Have they not made this transparent? They are dead as a doornail back home. They have quite the arsenal of jokes, it turns out, about kids who slept in the soil.]

[Ronan's not impressed. He happens to have two dead best friends - one formerly, one currently - and they're both doing fine. (...Relatively.)

He addresses Adam's concern by speaking to Chara directly:]

Unless you're going to eat them or something gross, I don't see what the problem is. Anyway, with the energy this place has, something fucked up is probably gonna happen to them if they don't rest. So if you're really bored, there's a task for you. Be a good little demon and do something nice for a change.

[Later, Adam might find himself amused at the way Chara calls him Ronan's better, though he'd be sore to think that himself. Ronan is certainly the better between them. Being that Ronan actually addresses the other reasonably he doesn't feel the need to try and soothe the water so he doesn't say anything.

His eyes wander to the bodies, feeling the way his stomach roils once more. There might be some more accustomed to this but he's certainly not used to death or corpses. He can only remember clones of his own body and one of Ronan's once.]

[Condescension, while a useful tool to elevate oneself in a stunning social riposte, is seldom taken well when turned upon a child who favors that very same tactic. Their eyes narrow, faintly, but their smile is unfaltering.

It is their sole and earnest expression of thin, concealed fury.]

I can only imagine you are not highly acquainted with what happens when a demon attempts to do something nice.

[It progresses poorly, typically.

Very poorly.]

[Ronan knows very well, from personal experience and from church and from thousands of stories throughout antiquity.]

You're admittedly useless, then.

[He presses closer to Adam, subtly shielding him, because he's aware he's saying the kind of shit that's likely to piss off a potentially very powerful supernatural entity.]

We're actually busy, so run along now.

[Adam sighs audibly at Ronan... doing the Ronan thing, not that Chara is much better really.]

Do you have to lead with an insult? [He mutters.]

[For the first time, Chara's tone sharpens audibly, and their smile acquires an edge that's considerably more glacial than it has been prior to now.]

Are you always this charming? Or do you only mouth off to the things that can kill you?

[As if to demonstrate, their hand goes to the Knife at their side, the blade that emanates a reddish glow at their lightest touch. 99 ATK is a fitting Game for them indeed - enough to cut through flesh as though it were butter.]

[Ronan flinches for nothing, not killers or demons or magical knives. His lips tug into a sneer, and the only sign of worry is that he's now actively stepping in front of Adam, prepared to take whatever attack for himself alone.]

I'm only ever honest. Not my fault if that's too much for you.

[Adam exhales, louder this time. Annoyed at both Chara and Ronan at this point and this whole interaction that's turned needlessly aggressive.]

How about we just go our separate ways. No need for you to do anything particularly nice or not nice.

[Joke's on you, Adam: "needlessly aggressive" is practically Chara's M.O. And a further joke, for everyone involved? Demons are utterly indifferent to the opinions of a few would-be humans.

A pale flash of teeth peeks out from between parted lips, the Knife abruptly and firmly in their hand and held level at their side.]

I consider needless rudeness to be a personal failing on your part, and you do not even have the good grace to call it what it is. Particularly in front of young and impressionable children.

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