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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[buyeverything]

Oh good. Short jokes, haha. He's never heard that one before. Though come now, Harry, if you've got nice ankles show them off.

"You'd think that'd be a problem, but I've got a tailor on standby if the need arises." Rafe stands there, not bothering to help at all.

"Man works miracles."

[flynnitomite]

"Too posh for my tastes," Flynn grunts, tearing the pants off the corpse.

"Besides, this is what happens to the clothes I blow my budget on, anyhow." He tugs at his moto jacket, which still sports a bullet hole over his chest.

[buyeverything]

Posh. Please.

Rafe watches with mild interest as the guy struggles with getting pants off a dead body, turning a bit away so he can open his new found toy again. Cloooose iiiit... open it. Like clicking a pen annoyingly, but with a strange fold up sci fi sword. Why not.

"And here I thought it came like that." And that's the sword clicked back into it's folded position again and he turns back towards Harry.

"So what'd you do to earn that?" Asked as he uses the sword to point at the bullet hole.

[flynnitomite]

"Oi, that doesn't seem like the greatest idea," Flynn says, annoyed and slightly worried about Rafe manking about with a sword while he's remotely within range of it. He stays focused at the task at hand anyway, prying the trousers free from their former owner at last.

He shakes them out and scowls at Rafe's choice of words.

"What I did was my job, as promised. But my client was none too pleased about the fact that I couldn't keep Nathan bloody Drake off our tails."

He wasn't entirely sure anymore that Zoran wouldn't have shot him anyway, but Drake constantly setting him off certainly didn't help.

[buyeverything]

He just smiles, amused, but lifts the sword back up away from him. Pinkie swear he won't pull the trigger and slice you open, Harry.

The smarmy smile fades pretty quick at the mention of a certain Drake.

"Nathan Drake? So you've had the pleasure too?" Pleasure is a very strong word.

[flynnitomite]

Flynn's heart flutters at the bitterness laced in Rafe's question. He's been tripping over Drake's sycophantic friends for weeks and it's almost hard to believe that there's someone else who could possibly be infuriated with the man like he is.

"If we're talking the same arrogant over-achieving backstabbing bastard then yeah, I have," Flynn replies.

[buyeverything]

It's difficult not to agree eagerly that yes. Yes that's the same Nathan Drake. He has to be careful, no matter if this guy has bad blood with Nate or not, he can't trust him. Trusting people has only bit him in the ass, multiple times. A brow raises and Rafe shrugs a shoulder.

"A few details are off, but I think we've got the same guy." And he tilts his head a bit regarding him.

"Didn't catch your name." Let's be 'friends'.

[flynnitomite]

There was never much trust to be had in the business of high-stakes theft, but little misguided faith Flynn ever had left in him was shot courtesy of Zoran. How foolish of him to think that a client would pay out and not outright kill him.

But, well, at least it's always nice to commiserate with someone over mutual enemies. Despite his face being covered by a makeshift scarf, Flynn puts on his best smile and extends a hand for shaking.

"Flynn. Harry Flynn."

[buyeverything]

Rafe had always been of the mindset that when you work with people you keep your end of things. Put in you part and everything works out. If you don't then you're not worth his time or money. Aka Vargas. Couldn't follow simple instructions and tried to extort him for more money. He deserved that shiv between his ribs.

But it seemed everyone he worked with either wasted his goddamn time or betrayed him so he was entirely done with trust or expecting anyone to follow through. Not worth the trouble or stress. Yet he won't waste the opportunity to make acquaintances with someone who clearly hates a Drake. He's smiling as well behind his makeshift nose/mouth cover as he takes the offered hand, stepping around the dead and now pantsless body.

"Rafe Adler. It's a pleasure." And Harry Flynn, he knew of the name, heard it through contacts and such, never bumped shoulders with him though. So which adventure of Nate's did he belong to?

"So you took a bullet cause of his meddling, huh?"

[flynnitomite]

Rafe Adler, huh? He could swear that he'd come across the name somewhere before. Not through any of his contacts or fences, though. And Drake had never mentioned him, either. Well drat, that was going to gnaw at the back of his mind, wasn't it?

"My client had a flair for the dramatic, you could say." Flynn sighs. He'd gotten a grenade as a cherry on top, too, but he was tired of retreading his final humiliation over and over again. Funny how the people who lived through it couldn't let it go.

[buyeverything]

Rafe is absolutely wounded that Nate wouldn't mention him to everyone in his life. Though he's starting to wonder if it's because of Sam that he hasn't.

While Harry has to have everyone remind him he died, and how, Rafe has been lucky in that respect that apparently no one knows about that here. Not that it doesn't stop him from playing it all back in his head over and over, which is just a great way to piss himself off.

"Seems like you held up pretty good for taking a shot like that." Haha. "So who was your client, unless you don't kiss and tell?"

[flynnitomite]

"Well I've got space aliens to thank for that," Flynn says grimly. "I have it on good authority that I've been dead for a year back home."

He sneers beneath his mask. "And I don't keep keep mum on clients who don't pay out. If Zoran Lazarevic comes waltzing about on this sorry excuse of a planet, do yourself a favor and steer clear. He's a right prick."

The fact that he's here means that there's every chance Zoran could show up, too. Now he'd like to never see that man's ugly mug in his second life, but if he did ... well, killing him would be cathartic at least.

[buyeverything]

Whoa whoa, hold the phone.

"Dead?" Rafe feels... oddly relieved that someone else befell the same bullshit when dealing with Nate. Death. Also that he's clearly not crazy and didn't imagine getting crushed to death if someone else knows they died and are alive here now. Right?

"And who's good authority? Nate's?" Because they should believe anything Nate says. Yet that's small fry to what Harry says next. Zoran Lazarevic. Harry Flynn was part of Nate's little adventure into Shambhala. Holy shit this is... perfect.

"Wait-- Wait a minute, you worked for a war criminal." Not a question, more a statement and look of 'are you insane'. There's some judging okay, I mean not just any war criminal. Lazarevic.

[flynnitomite]

"And Nate's girl and my ... ex-something," he said, sighing, unsure what he and Chloe ever were.

"Look I don't keep up on political stuff, yeah? All I knew was that he was well-funded, well-armed, and had a job worth looking into. His temperament was a job hazard I hadn't counted on."

Now it's not that he wouldn't have taken the job had he known ... but if he did, well then yeah maybe he would have been onboard with Chloe's idea that they dick him over.

But then he also now knew that Nate was dicking Chloe the whole time so really the whole thing was a waste.

[buyeverything]

"I'd have figured doing a little homework on your client would be the first thing before accepting a job." Look, there's going to be some judging here, because come on, Harry. Really? Like sure Rafe hired and partnered up with Nadine Ross, but she was a far cry less crazy than Zoran Lazarevic. Sure she could probably cause just as much destruction as him, but that's a whole other story. The big difference was she'd been working FOR him, with him whatever, not him for her.

Details details.

"Ah right, Elena sure sure... and who's your ex then? Just for propriety's sake and all." So he's got everything straight here.

[flynnitomite]

"Spare me the guilt trip please." He groans. This had all started so promising, what with him hating Drake too and now he had to go and needle him about the Lazarevic thing. Anyone would've considered what he offered if they'd seen the number of zeroes at the end, reputation be damned.

"And the ex would be Chloe Frazer," he says dryly. "But for all I know she's yours too, considering she ... runs around in Drake's circles."

[buyeverything]

Shhh, this can still be good, Harry. Just getting all the baggage out between each other. Or more Harry's baggage. Rafe however holds up his hands as if in mild surrender, okay okay, he'll ease up a little.

"Beyond a chit chat over our fancy high tech squares I don't know her." He looks thoughtful for a second, then seems amused, "Funny, we spoke about Nate and she acted like she didn't know him." His inclination had been correct, it was nice to hear he wasn't wrong in his suspicions. Thanks, Harry.

[flynnitomite]

The gesture puts Flynn at ease; this is at least going better than any of the other 'but why did you work for a war criminal' conversations he's had.

"Not the first time she's done that," he grumbles. "What about you, eh? How do you know Wonder Boy?"

[buyeverything]

Isn't it fun griping about people we hate, Harry? Especially with someone who will most definitely agree with you. Rafe turns, slowly wandering over to another nearby body, sword coming out to use as a makeshift stick for poking around at things. Lifting limbs, rolling the body over a bit, looking for anything he might want.

Nothing much to be honest. The sword is probably the best thing he'll find today.

"Heh, Wonder Boy. Cute." More like Wonder Bread. Cheap and lame with a cool name to it.

"I bought our way into a Panamanian jail. The boys wanted to look for clues regarding Henry Avery's treasure." Rafe says 'boys' leaving it ambiguous, because Chloe seemed shocked to hear of another Drake, did this guy not know either?

[flynnitomite]

Bought their way into a jail? Now that's risky, he was always was in the business of staying out of those. But what's most interesting is that it's clear that Mr. Adler is the financier in this little operation.

"Oh I see, you're the money. So what did he and Victor do? Run off and leave you on the hook behind bars?"

[buyeverything]

Risks are needed sometimes, Harry. He had the money to mitigate them at times, unless you know. Someone stabs a guard suddenly and ruins everything. Cough.

"That's me." The money. "Victor? Oh no no, Victor wasn't a part of this, not directly." He no doubt knew about what was going on, outside man just in case things went bad on the inside and they couldn't get out and all. Rafe glances back over at Harry then, turning slightly.

"No one ran off on anyone actually, but things went sideways when the guard I was bribing tried to threaten us for a cut of the treasure. We had to make a run for it and managed to escape, but Sam didn't make it. Unfortunate circumstances, but Nate couldn't get over it and ended up being absolutely useless after the fact. Wasted my damn time and money before quitting on me." Rafe shrugs, knowing that that probably doesn't seem like any reason to dislike him as much as he seems to, but he's keeping the rest close to his chest for now.

[flynnitomite]

Victor not being involved directly isn't what throws him—after all he knows better than anyone that he's not always on a job with Drake. But that Drake would be that torn up that someone bought it on a job that went sideways? After all they'd both known two guys who died in a failed attempt at the Turkish museum, and yeah Nate sulked a little because he was always a little soft like that but this? Morever, he gave up on a job? Should he know this Sam guy?

"That's a bit of an extreme reaction, don't you think? Unless he and this Sam bloke were ... y'know?"

He raises an eyebrow. Things happen in prison.

[buyeverything]

"Wha-" He actually looks confused for a split second, brows knit as he faces Harry completely. Then it clicks and he just laughs. Holy shit that's... that's great. One that Harry clearly has no idea who Sam is and two that he assumes Nate and him were a thing of some sort.

"Christ no." And a few chuckles peter out cause it's actually pretty dang funny.

"You really don't know who Sam is?" Rub it in that Nate doesn't tell anyone anything super important apparently, or about him either. Guess he was part of the Sam package. The don't tell anyone this package.

"Sam was Nate's brother." In a tone that's more 'duh' than anything else.

[flynnitomite]

"You're having me on. You're telling me there were two of them?" He laughs. This is just rich. Although he's not particularly surprised he's never heard of a dead brother before—he can't imagine when that would have ever come up in the first place, nor would he have cared to hear the sob story.

It is interesting, however, in that maybe Drake really did give up on this job. That there's a treasure out there that his brother died for and he still hasn't gotten his hands on it. If he could find it ... well, that would be bloody brilliant, wouldn't it?

An inkling of hope flickers in his heart.

"So. The Avery treasure—did he ever find it?"

He still honestly has only a vague, foggy clue about who Henry Avery is, but he can fudge it on context clues. He's done it before.

[buyeverything]

"There was two of them. Sam was his older brother, his death was an unfortunate mishap." Says the guy who was more than ready to leave Sam Drake to burn to death on that goddamn pirate ship.

Rafe's expression sours and he sneers, not exactly at Harry per se, just at the idea of Nate being the one to find the treasure. If anyone wants to get technical, they all found it, but as far as Rafe is concerned, Nate doesn't deserve any recognition for it. Or his stupid brother.

"He didn't find anything. I've been looking for it since he gave up. Nate seems to think that if you don't find something within a few months that it's not worth it." Okay so he's projecting here, but whatever.

"Some of the greatest historical finds have taken years. Decades. Either way he'd become nothing but a damn hindrance and I was glad to see him go. Probably would have gotten some where if his brother were still alive, but well. Shit happens." Shrugged. "Not that I'm going to find any pirate treasure here on some alien planet. At least not the one I was looking for."