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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-01-03 09:25 pm

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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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


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    infailtration: (2519159 (7))

    floor two;

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-05 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ York is no stranger to slaughter; half the time he used to be the one doing the killing, so he's not too affected by the bodies themselves. At least this answers the question of where all the people from the settlements they'd been scavenging were. His armor also protects him from the rancid air, though his HUD flashes an air quality warning of which that he'll warn anyone he passes. He moves through the bodies slowly and carefully, gun in his hands and Delta at his shoulder, until he comes to Kurt's hunched back blocking his path down a hallway.

    The prayers get his attention before he can say anything, be it a comment on the air or a request for the other to move aside for him. This person is praying for the dead. Strangers. And for every single one of them, it seems. York isn't religious but he also doesn't want to disturb someone else's practice, so he turns to explore another hallway. As he does, he catches a flicker of motion below him -- a spaded blue tail. He blinks. ]


    Kurt?
    shadowblends: (❧ hysterical)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-05 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [The approaching footsteps behind him do not go unnoticed, though he is unaware that he's blocking the path that the person wants to walk down; he registers the sound, but continues what he's doing, murmuring softly to himself, so as not to disturb anyone else. Well, specifically, whoever is coming up behind him. There's always the chance that the stranger (or so he's assuming) isn't religious and while he does not force his beliefs onto others, he feels these people deserve some sort of peace.

    It's the sound of his name being spoken in a familiar voice that eventually makes him straighten up and turn to look over his shoulder after he's finished with his prayers. He wrinkles his nose in contemplation then breathes a sigh, sounding relieved, yet somewhat choked. Before he responds, Kurt clears his throat, drapes the rosary back around his neck and turns to face York with a barely there smile.]


    Hallo, York.
    infailtration: (** delta + armor)

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-05 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The rosary catches York's eye -- Catholic, right? He files the information away. ]

    Good to see you're back to normal. [ But not wearing any kind of mask. York frowns, not that Kurt can see it through the visor of his helmet. ] You shouldn't be breathing this air.
    shadowblends: (❧ furtive)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-05 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [Correct, and if that's not enough, there's a second one hanging from his waist.]

    Thank you. It is far better than having to worry about being stepped on. [His fangs gleam as he smiles a little wider, but it quickly shifts to disappointment at the mention of the air.] I am not sure what else I can do, aside from covering my mouth.
    infailtration: (2519159 (5))

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-05 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
    That'd be a start. The AQI is at 150, if you want to stay in here you'd better be breathing through something. [ And he's betting Kurt does want to stay, the way he was praying over every corpse. He glances into one of the rooms off the hallway they're standing in: it's personal quarters and there's no dead body in it. ] Maybe there's something in here you could use.

    [ They could probably cut up the blanket, if nothing else, though York's certain it would reek. ]
    shadowblends: (❧ poised)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-05 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [He'd mostly been joking about keeping his hand over his face, but if it's something that will put York's mind at ease ... Kurt draws his hand up and curls it around his nose and mouth, leaning to also peer into the room, voice slightly muffled when he speaks.] No harm in searching, ja?

    [The blue boy glances over his shoulder at the bodies, cringes then tentatively turns to step into the room.]
    infailtration: (pic#10119098)

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-05 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ...and then Kurt is covering his mouth and nose with just his hand and York lifts a hand to his helmet in an expression that's closest to a facepalm. ]

    That's not what I-- we'll find something.

    [ He steps in after the mutant, crossing quickly to the dresser in the room and searching for a suitable fabric. ]

    What were you praying for? Some kind of blessing?
    shadowblends: (❧ bashful)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-05 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [Behind his hand, Kurt gapes at York's reaction then shrugs and returns to searching the room. He didn't know that the other male hadn't been serious!]

    Okay.

    [He lowers the hand and crouches down, leaning forward onto his hands and knees to look underneath the bed.]

    Something like that. Peace, in hopes that they will not linger in their passing and happiness, for wherever they will go.
    infailtration: (pic#10119098)

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-05 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He was serious about Kurt covering his mouth but his hand won't do any good in this instance. York isn't even sure cloth will, but it's better than nothing. Luckily there's a shirt that looks like it'll fit the bill in this drawer, and he pulls a knife from his pocket to fashion it into a mask, folding the fabric over itself and making a tie. ]

    Come here.

    [ With the ease of someone who's had to fashion makeshift gear before, York ties the 'mask' around Kurt's face for him, hoping it does some good. ]

    That's kind of you. You were doing each person, though? It'll take awhile, this is a slaughter.
    shadowblends: (❧ slight)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-05 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [When nothing turns up underneath the bed, he draws himself upright and lifts the mattress, wondering exactly what he's looking for besides bed-sheets or something. Kurt peers over his shoulder when York beckons him, getting back to his feet and heading over as he's putting the finishing touches on a makeshift mask from a shirt he'd found.

    That was some sort of luck.

    He brings his hands to his face after it's secured, inhaling through the cloth then sighing lightly; it smelled faintly musty, but it was better than the rotting scent that he'd been breathing earlier.]
    Thank you.

    I ... am unsure as to what else I can do. It seems like all of these people were taken far before their times, regardless of the reasoning.

    [And while it may take him a decent amount of time, this is apparently something he's more than willing to lose sleep over.]
    infailtration: (2519159 (8))

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-09 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Kurt gets a little pat on the back once York's secured his mask. ]

    Take your time, then. Everyone deserves a send off. I think we're going to try and cremate them, give them some peace. There's no respect just leaving the bodies strewn about like this.
    shadowblends: (❧ regard)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-09 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    [A small smile lifts his lips at the reassurance, though the fact he's wearing a mask hides most of that.]

    It would not be right to leave them. If cremation is our only option, then I suppose it will have to do. We do not exactly have the time to dig graves - even a mass one.
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    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-11 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
    I think it is the only option, yeah. And the best one. No one packed shovels even if we had the time to spare here.

    [ He'd dig if he could, even though the ground is rocky and terrible. But it's just not possible. ]

    We're probably going to fill up pac discs and carry those out to the cremation site. You could help if you wanted.
    shadowblends: (❧ anxious)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-11 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [There's a brief moment where Kurt thinks about making a joke about his tail having a 'spade', but it seems like it would be in poor taste, considering the situation.

    So, he swallows hard in his attempt to avoid the subject and simply nods toward York's comment.]


    Of course. I will do anything I can to help out, even if it means using my teleportation.
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    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-15 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    The pacdiscs should work, I don't think you'll need to teleport them.

    Do you want to finish your... uh... praying? I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to get by to check the rest of the rooms. See if I could find any ID on anybody, that kind of thing.
    shadowblends: (❧ watching)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-15 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    My offer still stands, if the first plan falls through.

    No, I ... [He pauses, turns to look toward the room they had met up in then lowers his attention to his feet.] It's okay, I think I am finished. I have done all that I can for them.
    Edited 2017-01-15 20:45 (UTC)
    infailtration: (2519159 (9))

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-15 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Then.. you want to give me a hand? It's not tasteful, but they might have useful things on them.
    shadowblends: (❧ awkward)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-15 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The idea of disturbing the dead for a simple item search makes him uncomfortable, but he doesn't show it. Instead, he stiffens his spine, squares his shoulders and nods.] I can do that, ja.
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    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-15 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    You can go through the rooms, if you're more comfortable with that? There's clothes and blankets we could use.
    shadowblends: (❧ unassertive)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-15 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    Ach, am I that obvious? It might be easier for me to do that, though.
    infailtration: (pic#10119100)

    [personal profile] infailtration 2017-01-15 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    Go for it, then. Just put anything you find in your pacdisc, we can all go through the supplies later. I'll meet you on the landing?
    shadowblends: (❧ insistent)

    [personal profile] shadowblends 2017-01-15 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    The landing, ja. [Something makes his insides twist, though instead of being obvious about it, his entire demeanor remains stoic, even as he nods his head in agreement.]

    I will meet you there. [Then, he turns on the ball of his foot to go and perform his given task before he gives away any other ideas about something bothering him.]